Yurzhoc Shai
Yammka
PC Template:
Objective: Objective C, continuing to scout while avoiding fire and using magma pebbles as delicious missile deterrent. Coordinating the forces through villip connected to glowbug and cognition hoods.
Location: Strafing from k13 to j16, in flight for scouting on Nuhlrokka,
Allies: One Sith,[member="Vrag"], [member="Sage Bane"], [member="Cryax Bane"],[member="Anja Aj'Rou"], [member="Nerius"], [member="Sabik Dhami"], [member="Darth Raven"], [member="Reverance"]
Enemies: Jedi heretics
Engaging: [member="Sanya Val Lerium"], [member="Solan Charr"]
Gear: Vonduun Skerr Kyrric, Chom-Huun, Chitin Carbine, Amphistaff, Magma Pebbles, Plasma Eel, Thud Bugs, Tall-Yor, Glowbugs
The Nuhlrokka breathed life into the world around it, hovering towards the communicated destination of the commander. Hoc, with pools of deep tar for glossy eyes, watched across the canyon as he gave glances towards the blasphemous beasts of the enemy - they would burn, he promised. Today or the day that followed, the world around them would unravel with the truest of truths - life would thrive when there was nothing left to build, to turn towards machinations. With a laugh at the idea, he held the cusp of the villip against his face; the squirming mass responded to the pressure as he spoke words, connected to all communications in his current force and outwards.
"They move towards the canyon, proceed back..."
A singular warkeeper, the rakamats, the mern kane and hunters, all proceeded back as the fire halted in response to the change in the wind. Yurzhoc stared down and smiled beneath the organic biot, pressing against the mouth once more, as he looked upon the last warkeeper, lifting upon up it's sole and finding solace in the mouth of the canyon, of J13.
"I said proceed back!" Yurzhoc raised his tone as the first signal of artillery spread fire across the bleak horizon. The mechanical shells sung through the sky, drowning out the noise of ceased Yaret-kor, if but for the moment. But even with the request, he knew this rider better than most. With elite skill comes the grace of Yun-Yammka, it seemed.
"No..." The shells, those that had landed true upon the top of the warkeeper, would find the gravity of their situation turned upside down. Microsingularities sucked in the munitions that it could, others deflecting rubble hard against warkeeper and shaking the canyon free from any illusion of stability. Yurzhoc watched, the fluttering of the wings availing chance to evade incoming shells, as the plume of the rubble settled to reveal the moving warkeeper, slugging forward against the rocks beneath it. The swarm that passed from the Warmaster (Reverance) through the canal had tasted the sting of artillery, misfiring in mid air, to leave corpses of 30 grutchinya laid to waste against the ground. The other 170 would continue on their path, as dictated by Warmaster.
Tsoring Shai, one of the eldest members of the Shai Warrior Caste, looked up towards the Nuhlrokka and growled through the Villip, sitting wounded upon the back of the war beast. "I will not proceed back!" Reaching into his pack, he placed neathlat bandage pads against the armor and the monster; the warkeeper hissed in response to the agony, yet would thrive for the health that would recover. Nevertheless, it were mere bandaids on bullet holes, as the monster pushed out into the canyon. Free of the walls, it lifted against the sole of it's tail, firing plasma orbs from spines upon it's back, that cindered and smoked in the moving current and surrounding soil. No one was in range for the attack, but this was far beyond that now. Tsoring Shai was a firm orthodox warrior, of the few left, who wouldn't accept retreat in any format. Unless a yammosk, procession into war was mandatory. And his body and face would show the scars and etchings of such choices in wars long passed.
Yurzhoc couldn't seem to fault him, even at the likely loss of a warkeeper. The Yun'O, the men, would all draw strength from such an action. And they would display that in the coordinated assault of Yaret-Kor, firing shifted now to I8. There, the biggest of the monstrosities, the giant walker, Nuhlrokka would fly low and continue to feed information as to the location of such a vessel: with it's movement, their aim would change to meet that, as they honed in on the truest personification of all that was wrong in the technologically advanced world. That, and there was no canyon to hide behind. Even if it should miss, the ground beneath such a beast would assuredly become unstable, as the Mern Kane proceeded to follow suit. Firing at a slower rate, 20 bugs per minute, they would strive to maintain populated hives as the blast bug launchers pushed munitions towards I8 in a similar swarm.
After the movement of the warkeeper out of the canal, the Tohklor Tallow responded to the vibrations, leaping from the walls to explode on the ground, coating the entrance with near frictionless fluids and grease. The communications through the villips fed into an oggzil, which would relay information to the corresponding allies. Such would allow correspondence between Yurzhoc, the Warmaster, the Legion, and all allies currently nested in the canyon.
NPC Modified Template:
Objective: Objective C, continuing to scout while avoiding fire and using magma pebbles as delicious missile deterrent. Coordinating the forces through villip connected to glowbug and cognition hoods.
Location: Strafing from k13 to j16, in flight for scouting on Nuhlrokka,
Allies: One Sith,[member="Vrag"], [member="Sage Bane"], [member="Cryax Bane"],[member="Anja Aj'Rou"], [member="Nerius"], [member="Sabik Dhami"], [member="Darth Raven"], [member="Reverance"]
Enemies: Jedi heretics
Engaging: [member="Sanya Val Lerium"], [member="Solan Charr"]
Gear: Vonduun Skerr Kyrric, Chom-Huun, Chitin Carbine, Amphistaff, Magma Pebbles, Plasma Eel, Thud Bugs, Tall-Yor, Glowbugs
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The Nuhlrokka breathed life into the world around it, hovering towards the communicated destination of the commander. Hoc, with pools of deep tar for glossy eyes, watched across the canyon as he gave glances towards the blasphemous beasts of the enemy - they would burn, he promised. Today or the day that followed, the world around them would unravel with the truest of truths - life would thrive when there was nothing left to build, to turn towards machinations. With a laugh at the idea, he held the cusp of the villip against his face; the squirming mass responded to the pressure as he spoke words, connected to all communications in his current force and outwards.
"They move towards the canyon, proceed back..."
A singular warkeeper, the rakamats, the mern kane and hunters, all proceeded back as the fire halted in response to the change in the wind. Yurzhoc stared down and smiled beneath the organic biot, pressing against the mouth once more, as he looked upon the last warkeeper, lifting upon up it's sole and finding solace in the mouth of the canyon, of J13.
"I said proceed back!" Yurzhoc raised his tone as the first signal of artillery spread fire across the bleak horizon. The mechanical shells sung through the sky, drowning out the noise of ceased Yaret-kor, if but for the moment. But even with the request, he knew this rider better than most. With elite skill comes the grace of Yun-Yammka, it seemed.
"No..." The shells, those that had landed true upon the top of the warkeeper, would find the gravity of their situation turned upside down. Microsingularities sucked in the munitions that it could, others deflecting rubble hard against warkeeper and shaking the canyon free from any illusion of stability. Yurzhoc watched, the fluttering of the wings availing chance to evade incoming shells, as the plume of the rubble settled to reveal the moving warkeeper, slugging forward against the rocks beneath it. The swarm that passed from the Warmaster (Reverance) through the canal had tasted the sting of artillery, misfiring in mid air, to leave corpses of 30 grutchinya laid to waste against the ground. The other 170 would continue on their path, as dictated by Warmaster.
Tsoring Shai, one of the eldest members of the Shai Warrior Caste, looked up towards the Nuhlrokka and growled through the Villip, sitting wounded upon the back of the war beast. "I will not proceed back!" Reaching into his pack, he placed neathlat bandage pads against the armor and the monster; the warkeeper hissed in response to the agony, yet would thrive for the health that would recover. Nevertheless, it were mere bandaids on bullet holes, as the monster pushed out into the canyon. Free of the walls, it lifted against the sole of it's tail, firing plasma orbs from spines upon it's back, that cindered and smoked in the moving current and surrounding soil. No one was in range for the attack, but this was far beyond that now. Tsoring Shai was a firm orthodox warrior, of the few left, who wouldn't accept retreat in any format. Unless a yammosk, procession into war was mandatory. And his body and face would show the scars and etchings of such choices in wars long passed.
Yurzhoc couldn't seem to fault him, even at the likely loss of a warkeeper. The Yun'O, the men, would all draw strength from such an action. And they would display that in the coordinated assault of Yaret-Kor, firing shifted now to I8. There, the biggest of the monstrosities, the giant walker, Nuhlrokka would fly low and continue to feed information as to the location of such a vessel: with it's movement, their aim would change to meet that, as they honed in on the truest personification of all that was wrong in the technologically advanced world. That, and there was no canyon to hide behind. Even if it should miss, the ground beneath such a beast would assuredly become unstable, as the Mern Kane proceeded to follow suit. Firing at a slower rate, 20 bugs per minute, they would strive to maintain populated hives as the blast bug launchers pushed munitions towards I8 in a similar swarm.
After the movement of the warkeeper out of the canal, the Tohklor Tallow responded to the vibrations, leaping from the walls to explode on the ground, coating the entrance with near frictionless fluids and grease. The communications through the villips fed into an oggzil, which would relay information to the corresponding allies. Such would allow correspondence between Yurzhoc, the Warmaster, the Legion, and all allies currently nested in the canyon.
NPC Modified Template:
Units:
30 Yuuzhan Vong Elite Warriors (Hunters)/Beast Tamers at K15 - guiding movement back
20 Mern Kane at K15 - Firing on I8
4 Rakamat at K15 - firing on I8
Warkeepers
-1 at J12, moving into the canyon, currently wounded by Sanya artillery but still a baus
-1 at K14, defending
1 Nuhlrokka - Flying over head
Objective: Wrecking shop, at C
Location: Listed above
Synopsis: A single warkeeper is pushing out into the canyon, after being struck by artillery. The rest of the npc unit has moved back into the canyon, proceeding to fire upon Solen at I8. Their fire is not static but will change in coordination with eyes from Yurzhoc and the shatterpoint being pushed through the cognition hood by the Legion Warmaster, following the path of the giant fortress walker.
Technical specs: Blast Bugs fly at well over 150 km/hr, meaning from the point of being shot, they would arrive at destination within 1 second - these are the guided missile analog of the Yuuzhan Vong. Yaret Kor are firing molten projectiles, 900 mm in diameter, in between 500 and 1000 m/s - dependent on mood of Rakamat, with a weight around 900 kg. Grutchinya are the more armored variant of grutchin - a bug with enough armor to survive hyperspace.
Yuuzhan Vong Equipment and Munitions:
Singularity Mines, Plasma Eel, Grutch Nul, Chitin Carbines, Blorash Jelly, Amphistaff, Thud Bugs and Variants, Huun, Firejelly, Blazebug (maps), Lumpen (ident), Tohklor Tallow, Grutchinya, Hermetically sealed Vonduun Skerr Kyrric, Vonduun Skerr Kraetos, Magma pebbles, Cloak of Nuun
30 Yuuzhan Vong Elite Warriors (Hunters)/Beast Tamers at K15 - guiding movement back
20 Mern Kane at K15 - Firing on I8
4 Rakamat at K15 - firing on I8
Warkeepers
-1 at J12, moving into the canyon, currently wounded by Sanya artillery but still a baus
-1 at K14, defending
1 Nuhlrokka - Flying over head
Objective: Wrecking shop, at C
Location: Listed above
Synopsis: A single warkeeper is pushing out into the canyon, after being struck by artillery. The rest of the npc unit has moved back into the canyon, proceeding to fire upon Solen at I8. Their fire is not static but will change in coordination with eyes from Yurzhoc and the shatterpoint being pushed through the cognition hood by the Legion Warmaster, following the path of the giant fortress walker.
Technical specs: Blast Bugs fly at well over 150 km/hr, meaning from the point of being shot, they would arrive at destination within 1 second - these are the guided missile analog of the Yuuzhan Vong. Yaret Kor are firing molten projectiles, 900 mm in diameter, in between 500 and 1000 m/s - dependent on mood of Rakamat, with a weight around 900 kg. Grutchinya are the more armored variant of grutchin - a bug with enough armor to survive hyperspace.
Yuuzhan Vong Equipment and Munitions:
Singularity Mines, Plasma Eel, Grutch Nul, Chitin Carbines, Blorash Jelly, Amphistaff, Thud Bugs and Variants, Huun, Firejelly, Blazebug (maps), Lumpen (ident), Tohklor Tallow, Grutchinya, Hermetically sealed Vonduun Skerr Kyrric, Vonduun Skerr Kraetos, Magma pebbles, Cloak of Nuun
