Quietly Screaming. (Invite/Ask)

[He who walks behind]

A single small freighter speed out from hyper space booming it's way into the space the space of Gravlex Med. A planet that was home to a species known as the Anx, a very sociable race of bipedal reptiles these creatures had seen hardship through their time in the galaxy. Having a majority of their home world reduced to a poisoned wasteland by the imperial empire only to be conquered by the Yuuzhan Vong, executing and transforming their species into monsters to serve them. However all was not lost, with the defeat of the Yuuzhan Vong and the passing of the gulag virus this planet had held for better or worse it was the home of the Anx and they were a strong race of social beings, at least... for now.

The freighter broke atmosphere quickly and began to glow a hot and orange as the friction of the atmosphere burned against the hull of the ship. Soon the fires passed and the ship cooled and ticked letting the cold polluted air sooth the burning ship. Flying over the polluted wastelands the ship eventual found it's way to rolling dark mountains that stretched forth unto heaven. The towering darkness almost engulfing the ship as a whole. This was the mysterious ships destination, this was where the ship needed to be. You see everything in the galaxy happened for a reason, the sun rises and the moon sets because it is meant to be. Every life and every death is but perfectly timed for the force and energy of universe. And now it was this ships time and purpose to be here. Humming softly the ship lowered itself to the ground placing itself at the base of the towering dark mountains. At the base of the mountain there lay a town, a small town that was more or less a village that looked like it carried no more than a hundred Anx to it. Small crowds of people poured slowly from their homes to see the commotion only to be greeted by the large dark metallic ship that had dropped forth to meet their gaze.

Crowding around the entrance of the ship a the Anx townsman held weapons of all sorts, make shift clubs and ragged pistols they would not be taken by pirates or marauders without a fight. But what lay aboard the ship were not pirates, nor were they marauders, but instead something much much worse. Hissing the ramp began to descend slowly letting a cold piercing light shine behind the darkness of two figures. Two robbed dark figures stepped forward, one towering over the other carrying what looked to be a broadsword at it's hip that went on for miles. The blade hummed silently with energy within the scabbard of the shade. And upon his left in front of him a smaller figure that carried a walking staff. They had come here but for what? Why were these beings here? The dark side of the force oozed off of them wrapping them in a almost visible aura of darkness. "I hath brought you here my master, they are in the caves above. I sense then my master." The shade on the right hand of the staffed figure spoke softly. Snapping it's head slowly it looked forward to the frightened villagers that were ahead of them. Now it all came down to what the universe had planned for the people set here.

 

[The Dark Prophet]

[member="He who walks behind"]


Imagine, if you will...the effect of a cold hand gripping you by the throat and slowly squeezing the life from your body as easily as a balloon caught in a vice. Imagine, a darkness that oozed from the very cracks of an endless hollow so deep that God himself could not see the bottom. Imagine, the very presence of death as you lay motionless, defenseless and worthless on your death bed while he silently encompasses you with a life depraving shadow.

If you can muster such a twisted, vile thought within your mind then you may have an idea of what it would be like in the presence of the Prophet.

The nameless one, who strode as quiet as a ghost down the ramp of his servant's ship, studied the locals as they made a pitiful attempt to scare them off by pointing primitive blades and guns at them. They were weak, pathetic creatures and they were not worth the time it would take peel their corpses off the heel of his boot. They would be allowed to live as any other insect does; squabbling in their own filthy world until their nagging presence ran dry the wells of patience that those infinitely superior to them had been gracious enough to gift. If they kept their buzzing annoyance to a minimum in the presence of their new gods, they would find themselves with slightly longer life expectancy than the rest of this ignorant galaxy.

"I hath brought you here, my master. They are in the caves, master, I sense them." hissed the servant beside him, one just as unworthy of a name as the prophet who commanded him. They were both servants to a darkness much greater than any before seen in this disgusting corner of the universe.

"The pulse is strong here, more than sufficient for the arrival." with a silent movement of his head, the Prophet turned his dark gaze to the mountains indicated to him by the servant at his side. "Bring the leader to me, dispose of the rest"

 

[He who walks behind]

[member="The Dark Prophet"]

"Bring the leader to me, dispose of the rest." That was all the shade needed to hear to spring into action at the words of his master. Those simple words that set forth his actions and sealed the collective fate of these people. Drawing the blade from it's pitch black scabbard the blade did not shine, it did not gleam or glint in any light. The dark rusted blade hummed and seeped darkness from it's edges and point. Stepping forward in a large glide forward the shade quickly batted aside a makeshift pole arm that consisted of a kitchen knife tied to a stick and with one hand plunged the dark blade into the heart of the Anx. Quickly retracting the massive blade the ghoul reached out a hand grabbing forth with the force around the thin neck of another Anx on the right. And with a sick crack and grip of his fingers the villager fell to the ground dead the life leaving his once warm body. The other Anx at the front of the ramp did not stick around to become the next victims of the shade, they ran fast and far to reach the sanctuary of their brittle homes. However not before reaching out another hand the shade pulled back another Anx and pinned it beneath his foot, taking his metallic boot to the chest of the older alien.

"I ask thou to bring me thine elder. His presence is required for my liege." A dull hissing whisper communicate between the shade and the Anx and he knew what he wanted right away. "Give forth onto me thou's leader and thine village will be sparred." The shade said, of course it was a lie but anything to keep the faintest glimmer of hope for the Anx alive would work in this moment. "Now go." Removing the pressure from the Anx's chest the creature abruptly stood up and ran back to his village to fetch the elder for the dark prophet. "Go forth and secure the village surroundings." The shade hissed and from behind the cloaked figures more images of bodies appeared from the ship's belly. Keeping the theme of black trench coated mercenaries poured out no more than over a dozen with blasters and blades of all kinds strapped to them.

The team of mercs pushed past the two robed figures to follow the direction of their employer. Setting up a small perimeter the mercs encompassed the small town making sure no one would run. These people didn't deserve this fate after the hardships their people had gone through. But it was the will of the universe that this be, and all that could happen was what was meant to be. In the distance no more than a hundred yards away three men appeared almost as if a mirage. An aura that looked like heat rising from the asphalt. It was the elder accompanied by two large burly looking Anx. They were closing the distance between the dark prophet and themselves. Trying to see if they could reason with their attackers. "They comith my liege." The shade spoke hissed and quiet as he stepped forward to meet with the elder going first in case he needed to take a bullet for the prophet

 

[The Dark Prophet]

[member="He who walks behind"]

The faint figures moved cautiously through the haze of the poisoned world, their eyes glued to The Prophet and his servant in an attempt to use razor edged glares to pierce through the dark veils of the outsiders. Glares would do nothing but anger the new rulers, however, and these ignorant beasts would soon learn that if their attitudes did not sway in the favor of the Prophet and his subordinate. The nameless one, whose very race was hidden under durasteel plates and black garbs, would seem to not even breath despite these glares of hatred and suspicion. After all, would you feel a deep need to rampage if a fly looked at you the wrong way? You'd probably not even notice it was there and therein lied the secret to the insulting feelings that the Prophet held for this undeserving race. Hatred of such an insignificant race was below a creature with the standing of one such as The Dark Prophet, so beneath him that he could not even conceive of a hatred so meaningless.

"You come to our homes, threaten our people and demand to speak with me. So, here I am intruders. Speak so that I may be rid of you and my people can return to their peaceful lives." the Elder cackled during his slow approach to the Prophet and his underlings. Already the place looked like it could explode with gunfire in a seconds notice, though it is understandable considering the hired muscle had more testosterone the brain cells.

"Peace is a luxury of delusion, old man and we are here to free you of your ignorance." The Dark Prophet's voice slithered, the words of a serpent were leaving his lips.

"If you think to hurt my people and threaten them with weapons is freeing them, then I think you are the ignorant one" the old man had bravery, that much was certain.

"Ignorance is what this galaxy has become entrapped by. Ignorance of their own status. Ignorance of the divine. Ignorance in that they believe this universe revolves around them and their misguided practices. We are destroyers of ignorance, Ya'shalm."

The old man's eyes bulged as he heard his own name spoken through the lips of the demon before him. "You, how do you know my name? My birth name is a sacred rite in this village!"

"To sculpt, one must first learn to use his own hands. I am a forger of life itself, I serve divinity of the highest regard. You cannot hide anything from the eyes of a god."

"Silence yourself! I will not be submitted to mockery like this, why have you come here? Are you Sith? We will not be slaves to the Darkside aga-

"Sith are but the largest nuisance in this galaxy. They squabble among one another in their own filth, vying for power that is meaningless next to those like I; those who have ascended beyond mere mortal understanding." The Prophets words were sharp and concise but slow in their delivery as if he were talking to a child who had just begun to speak.

"But then-

"We have come to offer you a chance to obtain stature far greater than anything your species has ever been granted. A chance to destroy those who have oppressed you with the mighty hands of those who whisper through the very bonds of time and space. A chance for you, to become a servant to the true gods and it takes but a small toll for such an honor.....

...sacrifice."

 

[He who walks behind]

[member="The Dark Prophet"]
"Sacrifice..." When the prophet uttered those words the shade wished to drive home the meaning of his master's speech. The dark blade glided through the air slowly almost in a dance against the polluted air. Taking the blade to its own gloved hand the edge cut across the skin that lay underneath. A steady stream of black blood oozed from the wound and began to poor onto the ground hissing and crackling as it hit the warm ground beneath them. And with a quick turn of his hand the dark one's wound had closed quickly as he willed his energy forth and whispered a small barely audible chant beneath the dark hood. "My master doth reward those who servith him." The shade hissed and laughed a cold bitter quiet laugh underneath his hood.

"How long will it be until the mandalorians come here? The Jedi? How long will it be until they force their ideals upon thou and steal your children to indoctrinate?" The shade spoke the truth, well whispered it really. But this was his master's quarrel of words, and he had other places he had to get them. Stepping forward the shade glanced back at two mercenaries and gave them a motion to follow him. They were here for more than just a petty village among the mountain. While the villagers would play their part and become useful it would not be until the shade had reached their destination and secured what was rightfully theirs atop the rolling darkness that were the mountains that lay forward.

Following him the two black trench coated muscle eased behind the large shade watching it from behind as it stepped forward, long dark sword in hand. "Retrieve our transport from the ship, I will grab our guide." Breaking off the mercenaries fell back to the ship quickly in a light jog. Pressing a few buttons at the cargo ramp of the ship waiting for something to drop down out of it. The shade however would not watch, he would not linger in inactivity while work was to be done. Reaching out his armored hand the beast gripped at the neck of one of the people besides the elder and lifted his massive body into the air like it weighed as much as a feather. "Thou will take us to the caves upon thou's mountain." The Anx nodded with a small choking noise exiting his mouth. Looking back now a black speeder transport dropped out of the hull of the ship and began to drive forward under the command of the two mercs. Dropping the Anx to the ground he now simply awaited his master to finish dealing with the elder

 

[The Dark Prophet]

[member="He who walks behind"]


The elder was silent as the conscious of the beastly creature who stand before him. Is that such a surprise though? How could one of such a simple life muster up a response to a speech such as that? A speech spoke through dead lips, offering an ultimatum hidden beneath promises of salvation and stature? So, instead, he stood with eye bulged in the direction of the robed figure who had frightened him more with a few words than the Sith had with legions of stormtroopers.

"Wha-what are you people?" the Elder croaked as he watched the black speeder drift to a stop beside the man with no face nor name.

"We are prophets, come to warn you of your destruction" the dark figure returned, turning swiftly in the direction of the speeder only to become frozen and stiff while his eyes drug themselves across the horizon like a blade being drug across the belly of a hunted beast. "When we return, your fate shall be decided." The prophet slithered through deceitful fangs, his foot slowly leading his body up and over the edge of the speeder to his seat in the back of the vehicle.

"Come, the God's work has yet to be done" he commanded to his cloaked subordinate as he rested his staff by his side.

 

[He who walks behind]

[member="The Dark Prophet"]

"Yes master, thine word is law." Shooting a ice cold glance to the Anx he held in his hand the shade all but threw the crested alien into the back seat away from the prophet in the front. "Thou will taketh us to the caves!" The shade hissed in a screaming whisper to the Anx. With shaking hands the Anx lifted it's fingers and and pointed the way towards a spot half way up the mountain. "It's over there! Please don't kill me." The Anx begged for it's life but before it could drivel on about its pathetic existence the shade drove the back of it's steel plated glove to the crested face of the alien. Warm blood stained the back of the glove and the Anx let out a sob, the speeder quickly took off and and headed in the direction of the cave system. "Thou's fate hath been sealed, thou's soul has been claimed by the darkness that shall come forth and embrace thee." A sick diseased looking tongue slithered from the blackened hood of the shade and began to slowly lick the blood from the glove, patting at it in small dabs savoring the taste of every drop.

Small pieces of hair flew out from the shades hood, flapping in the wind of the convertible speeder, long dull grey pieces of damaged hair that looked as if the shade were ancient. "We are close, take a right at the dip. This is unholy ground, we should not be here." A torrent of small hissed giggles came from the shade as it laughed at the man before him. "Thou doth not know the meaning of unholy. Press forward mercenary." The merc nodded and took a right diving into what seemed to be a small gully of rock. It was a tight fit for the speeder but it managed to glide through the gully with little tension besides a scuffed piece of paint here or there.

"At the end of this gully, we will have arrived." The Anx said with dear dripping from his voice. "They are close my master." The shade spoke and turned to the Anx letting another hiss out at him for the fun of it. Pushing forward the speeder galloped along until it reached the mouth of a cave. Out in front of it banners of old Yuuzhan Vong empire flags littered the entrance, a blight upon this world. Black walls of rock surrounded the speeder as it made it's descent to the floor parking a few meters away from the mouth of the cave. Their presence was known. There would be no sneaking or slumping around today, they would meet these cowards in their caves. "Exit." The shade commanded the mercs as the towering figure stepped out from the vehicle. The two mercenaries exited one walking over to open the long black door of [member="The Dark Prophet"] himself. "I await your command my master." The shade said as the Anx sat there silently shaking in the back of the speeder

 

[The Dark Prophet]

[member="He who walks behind"]


A cold eye of steel pierced through the dark hood, its gaze grasping the shaking Anx in an icy embrace of fear. Slowly, the hooded face turned to the alien creature; the neck bones popping and cracking like that of a corpse as it spun towards the poor creature. Would this nightmare ever end? Would he ever again be free to walk with his loved ones on the plains of his homeworld? Yes, but he would no longer be himself. He would have long become a man of the eternal black by then.

"I can smell your fear, it drips from you like the stench of a rat" The Prophet hissed, his neck craning in like a predator inching in towards its prey, "rats have no place in the lord's galaxy and you are a pestilent rat...aren't you?" the hood of the creature slowly fell further and a burning red gem of hatred began to pure into the very soul of the alien before him, one that could read the very depths of his subconscious as if it were his own.

"I..by the spirits, don't let me die. Please, don't let these demons take me." coward the guide as he all but made himself one with the side of the speeder, his bodily functions releasing themselves across the leather seats of the vehicle.

"Your spirits cannot hear you, they are dead. They were but cattle leading cattle, but my lord will make your species great. He will deliver you from the sewers of existence that you call life, embrace the darkness for it calls to you." with a violent, creaking jerk of his head the Prophet turned to his servant and stood up from his seat. "The ones in this place are guilty of no less than heresy. Take them alive, so they may face their sins in fire."

 

[He who walks behind]

[member="The Dark Prophet"]

"Your will shall be done my master." Stepping forward the shade drew the blade from it's scabbard with a slow slicing sound as the edge slowly cut against the leather of the container. The massive blade lay clutched in one hand above the shade, stalking forward as if it were a predator of the night. "Push forward unto darkness." Moving with him one of the black clad mercs cocked a rifle and nodded following the shade towards the mouth of the cave. Standing by the side of the monsterous creature the cave's mouth towered over the men it's torches burning along the sides offering little light for the pair of men who marched ahead. The crackling of the flame was all that was heard at first, then more came to the men. Scuttling sounds of insects and feet crawled around the dark mouth of hades. Stoping in his tracks the shade peered ahead with eyes focused beneath his hood. Everything had gone quiet, too quiet.

THUD, the noise rang out from the cave. The classic noise of a thud bug launcher used by the Yuuzhan Vong. Pathetic creatures who had never embraced the true ways of the force. The massive beetle flew forward towards the shade and merc, but years of training had sharpens reflexes and honed the skills of this creature. Reaching out a cold gloved hand the shade grabbed the mercenary and shoved his body forward by the collar. Exploding in a flash of blood and bile the limp corpse rest in the powerful hand of the shade. A small squad of black clad Voduum Crab covered warriors stepped out from the caves weilding bio rifles and amphistaffs. Meeting their sights was a limp corpse that hovered in the air casually swaying back and forth hiding what lay behind it. The Yuuzhan Vong muttered something in Vongeese to each other before moving up to see what was going on.

This was now the moment to strike, reaching one hand down bellow to the flesh puppets legs the shade ripped the tattered corpse in half on a spray of burnt flesh and blood. Throwing the two heavy pieces to either side of him the pieces of flesh hit two of the five Yuuzhan Vong warriors causing them to fall beneath them momentarily stunned. The other merc simply fell back to put himself in the way of fire that might come near the prophet. However it would not be needed. The shade blew through the mist of red blood that lingered in the air like a torpedo. Spiraling the black robe twirled and fluttered behind him. Coming forth to meet the first warrior the shade wraped his steel hand around the throat of the warrior and before he removed the throat of the creature he remembered his masters orders. Hissing the beast let go reared it's fist back and slammed it into the nose of the Vong causing it to flatted and knock the Vong into a deep sleep. Hissing the shade glided over to the second and third Vong and in a torrent of flashes the blade hummed with power slicing tendons and weak points. Falling to the ground unable to move they had been dispatched with. Struggling to get up pinned underneath the torso of the dead merc the shade spotted it's target again gliding over In a unholy grace to deliver a iron clad boot to the face of the Vong leaving only one that was quite throughly pinned down by some added rocks the shade had moved over once he delivered the boot to the face of the Vong trapped beneath the corpse. "He is yours my master."

 

[The Dark Prophet]

[member="He who walks behind"]

The Prophet did not move an inch as the firing began, he simply waited in the veil of shadows with his staff in hand. His servant could deal with the heretics, they were but annoyances in the path to their true targets. When the dark shade, who was loyal to the prophet like a dog on a leash, had finished seizing the warriors in the cavern it was time for The Prophet to continue onward. Swiftly he marched through the slime covered caverns, scattering dozens of Vong insects with every step he took. "Weakness, such an abundant trait in this pitiful galaxy" The Prophet hissed, lifting his staff high in the air only to bring it down hard against the forehead of the struggling Vong as he strolled by.

The painful sound of the impact echoed down the dark caverns, the sound of flesh hitting flesh. A grotesque sound, especially when the flesh in question was of Vong origin. "You, soldiers of fortune, take these heretics back down to the village and have them tied up in the center of town. I and my servant will return when the God's work is done" came the ominous commands of The Dark Prophet, his words carrying the weight of a devil incarnate. Without another word, the dark one glided down the hall and towards the pulse of those that lay beyond the wall of darkness that made up the lair of these heretical pests. The time that The Prophet had waited for the arrival to take place had been long, a plan orchestrated for years that would now come to fruition. First and foremost would be the disposal of these nonbelievers and the seizing of the precious assets of which the Prophet was after.

The Dark Prophet and his subordinate walked silently through the dark caverns for what seemed like forever, no light to see by and not a breath between them. The only thing that preludes their presence are the sounds of their hollow footsteps splashing against the slim covered stone, kicking up a stench the smelled of a zoo's worth of bile. After the eternity of slow progression through the dark, a light began to peek around a far corner of the shadows. A light that glowed a ghostly green and an aura of pain that might have threatened any creature aside from the horsemen of the apocalypse themselves. Turning the corner on a dime, The Prophet showed no fear or caution for he was far superior in will and strength to anything that could way in wait beyond the green glow.

Before him, sitting upon thrones of cold rock, were the faces of four women who bore the decayed faces of a Yuuzhan Vong. Each looked more twisted than the last, all except for the one who sat in the largest and grandest throne. She, if one could describe a vile creature such as this as a woman, sat upon a throne that stretch high to the ceiling; her thin form taking up the entire seat of her ruling chair. Between the four of these Vong, she was the only one of such vile complexion that a droid could feel its stomach turn by gazing upon it. This queen of the dastardly women grinned through jagged teeth and the rotting flesh caught between it.

"A pack of wild dogs seems to have stumbled into our sanctuary" said she, the vilest of them all, before another grotesque lady took on her speech

"Yes, doggies who need to learn their places" said she, who sat directly beside the left arm of the queen of them all.

"Places, places but nowhere left to run." Said another, who sat to the right, her voice distant like that of crazed patient at an asylum

"We shall break them, just like any other useless mutt" said she who was the last

Madness had obviously stricken its toll among these heretics, but that was no worry to a prophet of destruction. "Silence, sirens of the false ways. We have come to bring unto the light that your people forbade long before your time." the words were bleak and all encompassing, the warnings of a man driven by divine purpose.

"Ways lost, ways lost. We have no need for the ways that are lost"

"No, you are simply unworthy of it. I shall show you this light-

"HA! HA-AHAH! And what do you plan to do then, minding that leaving our sanctuary is not an opti-

"I shall show you this light" the Dark Prophet repeated, his voice just as encompassing and his hand raising the staff he carried far above his head. "Then, you will be freed by it" He hissed as the egg shaped bulge atop his staff shot open into a mess of tentacles and in the middle of them all, a glowing circle encircling an alien design....

 

[He who walks behind]

[member="The Dark Prophet"]
Hissing in a low tone the shade looked upon the mad council of Yuuzhan Vong heretics, twisted beings they had become. Falling so far from the mantle they once sat. Over the days of burning worlds and flourishing of the force. Now they lay as cave dwelling monsters and lap dogs for the sith. They were animals, fucking dogs that needed to be put down before they infested and bred. Gliding forward behind his master the shade kept it's blade clenched tightly, he had given word to the merc before leaving that he was to bring the freighter above this position in order to transport certain objects the Vong had. Dogs had their used after all. Upon his lord banging his staff down to reveal the alien creature that lay inside the staff. The shade quickly threw his blade forward pointing it at the council of Vong, the light from the alien crest ignited the shade's blade in a dark green flame that crept up from the hilt adding to the small amount of light within the torch light cave

However the shade was not needed In this situation. He was an enforcer, a body guard and dealer of death. He would simply wait until he was needed by his master's side. But things were stirring in the village. The mercenary had returned with his guide and quickly threw him out of the speeder and onto the ground. The hired muscle took the near death Vong from the speeder and began to tie them to makeshift stakes in the center of the village. The majority stayed behind as the men and women gathered outside to see that the enemy that had plagued this small mountain town was tied to posts helpless now to resist them.

With a whirl of life and fire the engines roared to life on the small freighter. Lifting into the air the massive ship took off and headed towards the position of the prophet and his shade. "Surrender now heretics, and thou will hath quick deaths." Back inside the shade hissed at the Vong. Slowly other Yuuzhan Vong started surround the two agents of darkness. Looking at the creature that was birthed they wondered who these people were and what they were doing here.

 

[The Dark Prophet]

The growls of the Yuuzhan Vong warriors grew louder as, one by one, they materialized from the shadows encircling the center of the throne room. Even so, the Dark Prophet did not flinch while he spoke in demonic phrase and slowly waved his staff around for all to see. "Eternal damnation creeps upon, children. A deathly winter is cooling the lights of every star, chilling the bones of every mortal and draining the life of every planet. There will be no repent, no remorse and no mercy." The tentacles atop the staff began to lash out at the shaper at the head of the pack, the symbol in the center of their winding feelers gleaming like a sun as the Dark Prophet thundered out in the voice of a true Vong God. "Yuu-themaur kortec vissa!" A crack of thunder were these words, a curse that shoot the walls of the cavern like the mighty hand of a titan.

Forth from the staff came a whip of lightening, one that seared the air and struck the shaper in the chest. She was thrown back, her throne crumbling around her as she was punched through the stone that made it. "Strike them down, all of them"

 

[He who walks behind]

Screaming in a agonizing and high pitched wail the shade threw the blade in it's hand at another Yuuzhan Vong shaper glued to her seat in fear. Singing through the air the blade hummed and whistled power as it's green flame roared. Impacting the shaper the blade hit the crazed sow causing her head to hang loose and her body go limp. The blade had hit her dead in the center of the chest killing her instantly. Hissing the shade flew forward in a rage of cold fury and agony. Watching the alien tentacles from his master's staff grab Yuuzhan Vong warriors the shade was showered in sprays of black blood from these creatures being torn apart limb from limb. The Vong screamed as their hot black blood and bile spilt onto the floors and walls of the cave.

Spotting a few targets the shade took it's spike filled gloves hands and latched itself on the nearest Vong to it. Ripping the creatures throat from it's body the shade hissed as blood sprayed all over it's hidden features underneath the hood. Spotting another Vong the creature hissed a word of power before them. "Scorpies Scorpies Scorpies!" The ends if it's long flowing cape rose up from its sides in three different areas. One on top, and the other two towards the left and right. Resembling the tails of a deadly scorpion the material of the cloak had stiffened and hardened to that of a sharp black edge. Gliding forward the stingers of the cape began to stab and jab into the unprotected areas of the Vong's armor. Stabbing and gouging four inch wide punctures into their necks, eyes and faces until all three men lay there dead their black blood joining the pool upon the ground.

The shade hissed and reached back towards it's sword. "Ventas!" It hissed loudly, the sword wriggled it's way from the organic chair and woman to pry itself from the corpse and find it's way back to it's owner. Gripping the blade once more the shade struck down another Vong shaper cutting her near in half with a cleave from the great sword. Screaming out in blood lust the shade focused on another target. In the distance of ten feet or so lay another shaper clutching a child in her hands. A Yuuzhan Vong child that had been no older than seven. The shade began to glide to them and soon their screams joined the symphony that echoed through the cave [member="The Dark Prophet"]

 

[The Dark Prophet]

The screams of the Vong rang out through the shadows, a warning to all who had yet to meet the wrath of the dark figures. As his servant slaughtered his way through the chamber, the Dark Prophet focuses on the Heartbeat of the planet around him. The shifting energies that rocked beneath his feet and the pulsing energies of life that the planet exhaled in slow, steady increments. "You have underestimated those who are infinitely greater, a crime punishable only by the death of you and your spawn." taunted the Prophet, who took up his staff high into the air to reveal the second symbol etched into the bottom of its hilt.

"You whelp!" came the raving scream of the head queen, who had previously been thrown by through her seat by the Dark Prophet, "I will grind your bones until you are but dust!" cried the shaper as she lashed out her right hand, unleashing a hail of darts from the deformed shaping tool that used to be her arm. The darts, tipped in a poison potent enough to bring down a Krayt dragon flew straight and true. The Dark Prophet would not give them the chance of contact though, for his staff came down hard on the ground. He grasped the shifting energies around him, funneling them into the end of his staff and breaking them down in a matter of miliseconds. As he unleashed the energies back into the ground, it quickly morphed the ground in front of him. Sparks of energy sprayed forth from the stone of the cavern before the ground shot up into the sky, creating a wall between the Dark Prophet and the incoming darts.

Each impacted harmlessly against the stone, leaving the prophet with but one thing left to do in his battle against the queen of the shapers in this world. "Perish" was his simple hiss, before ending her life. "Vurnaka!" the words of power struck like that of the divines and with another clash of his staff against the stone, the wall exploded into a flurry of stone shrapnel that barraged the shaper with the power of a windstorm. Flesh nor bone could withstand the impact and her once great highness was reduced to a gargling pile of colored organs and blood. "Now, I shall finish the rest of you sinners"

 

[He who walks behind]

[member="The Dark Prophet"]

Smeared with blood and dangling bits of flesh the shade hissed looking back at it's master. They had slain all the shapers here and the warriors, now it was only mopping up the insects that remain. Clutching it's sword in hand the shade glided forward in menacing motion towards a few stray Vong. They all had to die, they were heretics, non believers and enemies to their cause. They had been a blight upon the father's eyes since creation and now they would pay the price. They would pay with their lives. With a clinking sound the iron on the shades fingers rubbed against each other with the tightening grip of the sword. Bringing the blade down in a fury of swipes and spilt blood it was time to finish this. Channeling the shifting energies of the world around it the shade screeched as loud as it could and then screamed one word. "MALICRUX!!!" And then, there was only darkness in the cave. Screams fell flat and everything went silent.

A good ten minutes later the two dark figures walked out of the cave and back outside to be greeted by three members of the mercenary group standing bellow the small freighter that hovered above head. With almost a small stagger in his step the shade looked up at the mercenaries who were almost in complete shock of what they saw. The two men were positively drenched in the blood of the Yuuzhan Vong inside the cave. With a sick raspy whisper the shade spoke. "Go forth, collect the coral that we require, burn the rest." Placing it's hands within either side of it's robe the shade recompiled itself then glided forward with the prophet dripping black blood from their clothes as they walked.

Nodding the team of mercenaries entered the cave and began what they were set out to do. Gathering grey unmarked barrels from the ship from a hovercraft the team went inside to go to work. "My master, the heretics hath been slain and everything is going to plan. Soon we shall be ready to execute phase one of thou's master plan." With a deed bowing motion the shade picked itself back up shortly to see the team of mercs carrying out the barrels that were now filled with some sort of substance. One thing was for certain, the people in the village were in for a life altering event at the hands of these two dark souls.

 

[The Dark Prophet]

[member="He who walks behind"]

Blood ran cold down the tattered cape of the Dark Prophet, blood that had been twisted by the vile lies of the Vong since the very day of its owner's conception. It was no more a crime to slay those shapers than it was to kill a rat who had scurried into your home. Just like a rodents death, the ending of the lives within the cave was a service to those of higher existence. Those who had been reborn in the hands of the true gods, those who were now to bring down upon this pitiful world the truth of the universe.

"I am but the instrument of what is to come, servant. Come, we must deal with those who were drug to the village." the Prophet croaked as he began what would be a long stride down the mountain.

 

[He who walks behind]

[member="The Dark Prophet"]

"Yes my master, his will shalt be done." The shade spoke in a hushed whisper as he normally did and bowed his head slightly. Looking back at the mercs they had finished pilling out the grey containers of a unknown substance. "Grab the beast! He shall be needed for our cause." The shade's volume increased as he stepped forward and a small lift came down from the freighter that hovered above head. Stepping into the lift himself and the dark prophet began to rise now able to see what was going down bellow as if standing atop the shoulders of giants. "These mortals hath uses my master, I suggest we indoctrinate them as well." Bellow jet black speeders dropped onto the surface detaching themselves from the freighter to lighten the load for what was coming

Sprawling out of the cave on a large hover cart men with shock sticks zapped and proded at the beast keeping the telepathic beast from killing them all with it's mind. The job of the prophet and his shade was to merely clear the cave of Vong so the mercenaries could take the beast out and load it into the freighter. With a large cargo bay opening and dropping the the earth the beast was loaded into it and the two above vanished from sight as they entered the freighter. Now all they had to do was wait to return to the village to commence the process of indoctrination