For the Gods (Nas Kraal)

[Not Ordo]

The black eyes of the warrior stared out at the blackness of space as the Yuuzhan Vong scout ship drew near to the planet below. His black coarse hair hung loosely as he watched. He had been told that there were those that followed the true way. Those that understood the cleansing effect of pain, and shunned the heretical abominations of this galaxy.


As his ship approached he felt the longing for war. The desire for battle and glory. He walked to the hanger of the advance scout ship and boarder one of the coralskippers then flew to the planets surface.

On the ground he stepped from the ship and removed his amphistaff from his waist. The creature became rigid and staff like in his hand. Then with a pounding heart and thoughts of the galaxy burn8ng in the fires of war he entered the jungle in search of the followers of the true way.

[member="Nas Kraal"]

 

[Tefka]

The Yuuzhan Vong [member="Zenoc Lah"]'s villip would begin chirping. The face of Nas Kraal appeared within the organic communicator.

<Come to the Obelisk. Your people await you.> It spoke in the native Yuuzhan Vong tongue, though the dialect was very rough.


The face disappeared.

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Nas Kraal"]

Zenoc blinked at the villip.

'That was easier than I had thought.' He thoght to himself.

With increased vigor he rushed to Obelisk to join his people. He was ready to see the Yuuzhan Vong return and claim the Galaxy that was rightfully theirs.

 

[Tefka]

There was no one waiting at the Obelisk.

The place seemed empty. Creepy, almost. The base floor of the Obelisk was barren, an organic structure of damutek that pulsed with purple and green fixtures. The building seemed to breathe.

[member="Zenoc Lah"] would be confronted by a gigantic staircase before him.

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Nas Kraal"]

Zenoc was filled with a mix of awe and excitement at the sight of the immense structure. His black eyes watched as the building seemed to breath. The staircase loomed ominously. A symbol of ascension or a portent of his doom. It was too late to think of anything but the chance for glory and to watch the galaxy burn.

The yellow skined warrior and servant of Yun-Yammka walked up the stairs and into the arms of his fate.

 

[Tefka]

[member="Zenoc Lah"]

A booming voice echoed throughout the chamber Zenoc Lah would eventually reach.

<Why have you come,>

It asked. The chamber was dark, no light could pierce it.

<And what have you brought me?>