Ch-ch-changes

[Smeg]

They moved swiftly.

Had to. Time was hardly on their side. Although really, what was it to Smeg is this one died? He lay upon a repulsor lift and observered as his people carried the unconscious body of the clone. Two of his own Skraal pushed his floating throne as the pair went side-by-side to the city. Walking was for mooks, eh?

The task at hand was simple, take the man to the city so he could become a thrall. It was the portly Skraal's number one objective. His Queen worked with a very simple yet oft eluded concept. She treated Smeg kindly, and with a certain degree of respect, never turning to resort to an open hand or vicious boot. Treat your people well and in turn they will be there for you when you needed them the most. Such a simple concept.

Such an elusive concept.

“She'z lovely, innit?” he said to the unconscious man who lay on the backs of large scampering rodents. Smeg always had time to gush about the Hydra Queen...even to people that couldn't technically hear him. Although you know what they say about speaking to people in comas.

They can still hear you. Or perhaps not.

“You'ze not dyin' today, smoofskin.”

No, Smeg would ensure that he reached the shapers in time. This man would be reborn, reborn in the image of his Queen, in the image of Yun Amon and Smeg, our dear sweet obese rodent would get so many scratches behind the ear that his foot was already twitching at the prospect of it.

[member="Canal Tal'Verda"], [member="The Hydra Queen"]

 

[Ratih Lah]

Down in the depths of the City, the Skraal king would soon enter a vast underground chamber. Here, at the heart of Aldera city ruins, a proper area for the shapers had been built in full glory of Yun-Amon. A shaper pool would lay like liquid glass at one far end, fed by spring water.

Here all manner of Yuuzhan vong biots, flora, and fauna would decorate and move freely. The Shapers had been busy. At the far end, Ratih Lah, a shaper in Master training, could be seen hovering with a particular item in her hand. The gorgon like woman's skin would skin with a olive emerald glow, glinted with orange and citrine highlights.

That head with a crown of amphistaffs hissing from the depths of her Shaper's headdress would turn to the newcomers.

"What do you bring to me?"

[member="Smeg"] [member="Canal Tal'Verda"]

 

[Djorn Bline]

Still unconscious from the poisonous bites that the amphistaffs gave him on the neck it was inevitable for what would come to the Fett clone. He was dying at a constant rate and there was west coming from his body and blood was stained on his neck and areas of his face, which could be removed by water.

Canal and those who were taking his body had arrived at a place deep within the Aldera City Ruins. From there the shapers would determine how he would appear in their eyes.

Unwillingly, his body was ready for the Vong Shapers that had come before them.

[member="Ratih Lah"] [member="Smeg"]

 

[Ratih Lah]

[member="Canal Tal'Verda"] [member="Smeg"]


Ratih's shaper hand would flex and twitch as she would come to a stop beside that of the Dreadguard. Large alien like eyes glowing with a citrine hue would study the specimen. Her expression was that of a professional, but her curiosity would reveal itself as the connection of his Vong heritage became clear.

Guttural language of the Vong would jerk over towards the Skraal, asking where they had found him.

"A gift from Yun-Harla's own." would be the response, revealing that Zhaera Shai had brought this tribute for the Shapers to glorify Yun-Amon.

That smile would widen, for the Gods were truly generous.

Clawlike talons would scrape gently across Canal's cheek, for his transformation would begin soon. "Child of Yun-Amon, we welcome you again." came the hiss from Ratih, the hydra's own choir joining her as she spoke.

A spineray soon would be latched upon the nape of Canal's neck, to first chart his spinal cord and brain chemistry. The shaping process of turning him into a warrior of Yun-Amon and the Hydra Queen began, for they would craft a new personality that would hopefully be utterly faithful to the cause.

 

[Djorn Bline]

The clone trooper was still in deep unconsiousnous and couldn't feel or retrieve any outside information that was happening around him. The only thing he could feel was his heart beating at a rapid pace due to the venom that was injected to him from the amphistaffs that he fought with. That's something that would need to be taken care of if they wanted the man to live and not die from the venom that was in his system.

The spinespray was onto the nape of his neck, but he couldn't feel or wake up from the new outside information that was touching him nor the talon's of the shaper. Now that they had everything in order they could now began the transformation of the Fett clone's body.

[member="Ratih Lah"] [member="Smeg"]

 

[Ratih Lah]

[member="Canal Tal'Verda"]

The Shaper would work diligently -- carefully. The information taken from the Codex and presented by Yun-Amon and that of the vessel of Yun-Harla would provide the delicate knowledge necessary.

Behind her, the Hydra Queen would observe carefully. Watching. This one showed strength. Honor. And in him the Hydra Queen could feel a resonating connection. But what was it? It was hard to say.

Perhaps Yun-Amon was testing her? She was unsure. So many images would come to mind. Memories. Things that didn't make sense. Perhaps, in time, it will be revealed to her. Either way, the Hydra Queen felt a level of possessiveness over the Dread Guard -- a desire to have him serve under her. It was her duty.

It was a odd sensation, but one she would not question. The Shaper would follow through with the painful shaping process of adding warrior's claws to each hand, a testament of him being able to fight at such a revered position. Every use would bring pain -- but that pain was a sacrifice, a willing tribute to the God.

He would be no different.

The use of the stingray would start the mapping of his neural pathways, the biot attaching itself by the manipulation of the Shaper at the nape of his neck. Here is where his personality would be shaped to suit one who would seemingly be a true and faithful Yuuzhan Vong. How well this would imprint would be dependent on Canal himself, but would still sway a desire to fulfill commands of the Gods.

More biots would be placed within. A gila stomach, allowing him the ability to transform another as well as other biots suited for the Warrior Caste. When she was done, Ratih would give a bow towards the Hydra Queen for her to inspect her creation.