Life is Suffering, Death is Release
Nothing Earned Except Through Pain
~ Kor-Et Vaal ~
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A noble endeavor to sequester the remaining Yuuzhan Vong in the galaxy to the Outer Rim, trapped within the atmosphere of Zonama Sekot. The living planet had sacrificed itself for the good of the galaxy. It had worked for centuries - the better part of a millennia. Constant storms and the passing of time had seen the Children of Yun-Yuuzhan wither away, falling backwards in time and surviving on only a few small pockets of traditionalists. Those who clung to the way of pain and suffering in service to their gods. It was among this remnant Kor-Et Vaal found himself. From the moment of his birth he had been destined for great things, a twin birth heralding a new age for the Yuuzhan Vong - though the galaxy at large knew nothing of it. As was tradition the twins were raised in preparation for their eventual culling. One would kill the other, the sign of great things to come. Kor-Et had emerged the victor.Nothing Earned Except Through Pain
~ Kor-Et Vaal ~
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It was through this gauntlet that he had risen and endured, become the alpha of his own enclave of remaining Yuuzhan Vong. It had begun from the moment of his birth but what had truly propelled his destiny forward could only be explained as miraculous. A vision. A divine endowment of wisdom even Kor-Et still struggled to fully understand but that hadn't kept him from acting.
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Kor-Et's voice was deep, the guttural language of the Yuuzhan Vong simultaneously sounding like a cough and a growl. For the small cadre of priests behind him however this was normal. Standing at over seven feet tall Kor-Et had little difficulty traversing the overgrown jungle terrain. The planet had done its best at keeping the Yuuzhan Vong from leaving, from thriving - soon that would change. Their gods demanded it, Kor-Et demanded it. They would change the direction of their fate, they would defy their fate in search of glory. Their legs carried them forward, deeper and deeper into the jungle. Branches grew tighter, undergrowth threatened to entangle their feet with every step. They were headed to the Maw, a vast sinkhole in the very middle of the jungle which descended beyond comprehension into the crust of Zonama Sekot. It was there where this story would begin in earnest, it was there where the Yuuzhan Vong would grasp their future and make it theirs.