A Pebble Against The Starry Ocean

[4ND-R0]

[member="Abyss"]

Allara took the hand of the Sith. She stood from her spot, silent, ebbing with the darkness. She followed her fellow student of the dark to the front of the cockpit. As the ship began to pull in to the atmosphere, she noticed a rather odd but a familiar ship in the distance. "Abyss." She addressed, the tone of her voice said to him,"Once we drop my ship to wherever it is you think it is worthy to be repaired. I want you to take us to that."

She raised her finger over the peculiar looking ship. It rather large, somewhere between the size of a freighter and a corvette class ship. However, it did not appear to be streamlined and metallic. No. This ship was very organic looking. It had a coral-like shell that in ways also seemed to be like the chitin of an insect or crustacean. It was a Vong craft. "It belongs to the one who gave me this." She flexed her right arm, "I would very much like to pay her a visit."

 

[Darth Abyss]

Abyss turned around and nodded. How weird that the pathes of them crossed with that of the figure of her past, at a place like this. It had to be the will of the force. The vong had fascinated him for a long time, since the day he learned about how they almost dominated the known galaxy. Severed from the force they were dangerous to any force user to reliant on the force for perceived ones surroundings. To meet a member of this race was a pleasure to him, feeding his hunger for knowledge.

The ship entered the atmosphere, the old freighter shaking and rattling as the broke through the gas sphere that allowed live to breath on the moons surface.
The ship landed on small platform, a piece of duraplast in a field of dirt, surrounded hy a handful of other ships. He moved to the exit if the ship. Finding someone for her repairs would be a matter of minutes, as the place was filled with smugglers and other kinds of low lifes trying to make a quick buck. They only would have to make sure what would happen when anyone would try to steal anything from the ship.

[member="Allara Ven"]

 

[4ND-R0]

[member="Abyss"]

Allara huffed and nodded. She held on as the old freighter rattled and rolled. Once they landed, she walked out of the Sith's ship and went to her own, watching her ship carefully. She knew well of how some people would just simply scrap and chop up her ship for credits. Yellow eyes scanned around the immediate area. She saw a Toydarian off the corner of her eye, with a stall proclaiming in Huttese letters about doing ship repairs. She slinked her way over to the fluttering slimo.

From afar, it seemed to be going very well in negotiations. Allara seemed to be speaking fluently in Huttese to the alien. That was until the Toydarian gave her a lecherous gaze. Her hand rose, the Toydarian seeming to be choking and grasping at this throat at some invisible strangler. She dropped her hand, and the Toydarian coughing and saying something akin to an apology. Allara walked over back to Abyss.

"The Toydarian will make the repairs." She said simply, "It will take him a few hours. Now. Take me to the Vong ship I pointed out."

 

[Darth Abyss]

Abyss watched the whole interaction from the ramp of the ship, observing how she would handle the transaction. She was learning faster than he had thought, as he realized when she began to choke the alien with the force. Already she understood that the strong would always take what they want from the weak. With a small grin he waited for her to come back, leaning against the frame of the ships door.

"As you command."

The words had hint of sarcasm in them, but he admired her will, her dedication. She would become a powerful sith if she would remain on their part of darkness. The sith acolyte stepped through the ship towards the cockpit, taking place on the pilot set. With a handful of inputs into the ships interface they began the take of the ground, and into space.

The freighter was almost motionless, levitating in the vacuum of space, close the the vong ship. Abyss turned to the witch.

"Any kind of signal or code we need to transmit?"

He moved his chair back, allowing her to take over the ships controls.

[member="Allara Ven"]

 

[4ND-R0]

[member="Abyss"]

She sat down at the controls. She touched the communications center, and sent out a series of sounds at the Vongship. A code of sorts that would be picked up by the ship's bio-technological sensors. She waited a moment before she got returning sounds. Allara smiled. "She welcomes us aboard." She carefully steers the freighter in the direction of the Vongship's rear area. There appeared to be some sort of membranous material that acted like as a barrier between the inner atmosphere of the ship at the void of space. She drove their ship into the membrane, which strangely folded over the freighter before pushing it inside the Vongship. Allara landed.

Waiting for them was a decrepit, old female. Greyish skin tone, covered in violet, bruise like tattoos created by obscene rituals. She herself had an amphistaff much like Allara. But instead of a weapon, the woman's strangely reddish serpent served more as a walking stick to hold up the elder's aged form. Her clothes were rather robe like, taking on the appearance typical of a Shaper caste Yuuzhan Vong. "I should warn you, Abyss. Do not simply call her a Vong." Allara warned him, "In their language, it denotes someone who has been abandoned by their clan. In case of her people, it would be like saying the Gods abandoned her." Allara walked out, going over and bowing to the old woman, muttering something in Yuuzhan Vong. The elder returned the bow, before the two consolidated in some sort of friendly embrace. Allara's Raksha even seemed to mingle with the old woman's walking amphistaff.

 

[Darth Abyss]

Fascination was the thing Abyss felt while he watched the freighter entering the other ship, traversing the membrane that he divided them before. He had heard stories and legends of the Yuuzhan Vong an their infamous biotechnology, as much as he heard about their lack of connection to the force. Still seeing it with his own eyes was a memory he would remain in his mind. Not to many vong were open to contact with outsiders, especially with force users, even so long after the war.

Abyss watched the meeting of Allara and her friend from a distance, remaining on the ships ramp to give them some space. After it seemed like the two had ended their greetings, he slowly descended down, walking at Allaras side. His eyes locked on the old alien, and like the witch he bowed before her.

"Greetings. Not many of your kind are to find these days ... shaper."

He had to resist ending his sentence with the word vong, as he would have done without the words of the witch. Instead he choose the still impersonal but less offensive shaper.

[member="Allara Ven"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Edit: double post

 

[4ND-R0]

[member="Abyss"]

The old Vong woman looked the boy over. She made a small hmph sound in her throat. "Quite the manners on this one, Allara." She sounded gravely and old, and yet somewhat alien. "He can stay. What brings you here anyway, my wayward daughter?"

Allara bowed her head to the old Shaper. "My ship needed repairs. But, I have come here to revitalize my stance in the True Way. I have had some revelations come about rather recently. I wish to take on the Vonduun. And...the claw for my right hand."

The Shaper took a moment to process this before smiling. "Wonderful, my dear one. You have always been so well about the sacred pain. I shall give you such." She waved the two along, bringing them to what appeared to be a mock up of a medical bay. She looked at Abyss. "Deciever. Might you look the other way? The girl does have her modesty."

 

[Darth Abyss]

Abyss couldn't resist to smile slightly as the old vong woman called him deceiver. It was very possible the word he would use if he would meet himself. Still her words brought him no real clarity about the reason the two were here, he could only guess that the two where talking about the strange art of modifying ones body like it was the tradition of the vong.

Like the woman said Abyss turned around, but positing himself in a way that would allow him to at least see a hint of what was going on. He couldn't really say if he did this because he hungered to see what the vong could do or because he wanted to watch Allara, all he knew was that he couldn't just look away. Luckily he was a deceiver like the woman said and as such he was skilled in hiding what he was doing. Looking away as long the old vong was still watching he opend his mouth to talk to her. Not because he desired to learn more about her as person. Diverting her attention away from his eyes was a easy way to hide what he was doing.

"I have a name shaper, and I guess you have one too. We might as well use them. I am known as Abyss."

[member="Allara Ven"]

 

[4ND-R0]

[member="Darth Abyss"]

The old Vong nodded to the Sith apprentice. "I...am Shaka." She said simply. There was the sound of cloth and leather hitting down on the floor of the room. The sound of bare footsteps. "Now please, Sith. Avert your eyes." The elder hissed at him. Behind him, he would her shambling movements, and returning with something loud. Crinking and snapping like the legs of an insect. "Hold still, girl."

Allara's signature in the Force radiated with pain. The elder kept with her proceedure, muttering something religious in her native tongue, repeating the word Vonduun in various sentences. The arthropod, living armor of the ancient Yuuzhan Vong. "And now....for the next." The sound of flesh being torn open, the vibrance of pain and anger in the Force. Allara all the while growled and hissed, trying to hold back her pain of being further shaped. Until finally, her aura began to ebb down and relaxed. "You may turn and look now, Sith."

On the table was Allara, but now dressed not in her simple clothes of cloth and leather, but form-hugging Vonduun armor, excentuating her feminine form. On her right hand now was a slit, not unlike that of a cat's paw where the claws would retreat into. Slowly retreating into said slit was a Vong fighting claw. The dark witch's eyes were corrupted yellow, seething with the Dark Side.

 

[Darth Abyss]

Abyss turned slighty to the side, now taking a close look on what Allara had become. As it seemed his staring hadn't been as unnoticed as he hoped and he only managed to see a glimpse of the gruesome procedure that had shaped the witch into her new form. The whole time he could feel her pain in the force, a bright fire that would further bring her to the darkness. After all the path of the sith was one of pain.

"Interesting"

Was all that left Abyss lips as he observed the strange claw that had been embedded in the witches hand. He slowly moved towards her, his mind torn between the desire to further investigate the biological attachment to satisfy his desire for knowledge and a strong power in his mind telling him to further investigate the new armor that shrouded the witches body that he couldn't place. The decision was made as his eyes looked into the yellow glow of her eyes, once again getting lost in the beauty of her darkness. As he was standing close enough for his hand to touch her, his movement stopped. His right hand extended towards her, a wordless offer to help her stand up.

[member="Allara Ven"]

 

[4ND-R0]

[member="Darth Abyss"]

She took his hand and stood up from the table. She looked at him and nodded some. She turned to the old Shaper and thanked her in Vongese. She looked to Abyss and motioned to him. "Come we are done here." She walked her way to the exit of the ship. She flexed her wrist and the boney claw retreated behind the catlike slit in her knuckles. She felt more...empowered. Like she was closer to her truer self.

(I suggest moving on to the lightsaber thread if you still want)