Duel Return of Dread

[Azca Kraal]

Shihon.​

There is death and destruction, for in all things, there must be sacrifices made unto the Gods. There is carnage and brutality, for in the end, all things must be returned unto the Makers. There is no peace amongst the stars; war reigns supreme upon this humble world, for Their Will has deemed it so as penance. For too long, the Vong grew weak; their fattened bodies plumped by the decadent falsehoods of the Jeedai, of the Promised Land's wicked infidels. Lo, indeed, did their slackened bodies scream effigies of sufferings as surge coral was implanted into their brains. He deemed it so - for this was the True Way, the Way of the Gods that the Yuuzhan Vong People, once so devout, had forgotten.

His amphistaff curled around his right bicep as the armor of Domain Kraal drew silver and pink hues across dappled Vonduun which glowed vibrant in the setting sun. That of rancorous appeal, as him and his small handful of forces currently on task were to strike. He, the Supreme Commander, would lead them to glory. He, the Supreme Commander, would carve a new Empire and bring back the True Way to his people and all. For he discriminated not against the heretics of this galaxy, who had been led astray by the Jeedai Heresy and its practitioners. They would be given their chance to repent - and if not, they would be sacrificed unto the Gods.

Thus was the decision simple to make, and easy to choose.

Shihon was a world once of the Chiss; a world where their colonists ventured to secure a livelihood amongst the several oceans. Boneless fauna roamed, and with it, after the destruction of Csilla, the Chiss had been annexed by the Jeedai's prime supporters. He could not conquer the planet - but it mattered little.

Not when he could simply ensure their weakness was expunged in a... smaller area.

Amphistaffs lashed with rigid force as monomolecular edges scythed through civilians as if a threshing machine parting harvest from chaff. Blood spilled forth and freely for the Gods as the half-a-dozen cadre of Warriors, amongst their ranks, the Supreme Commander, strode. He had dispatched other raiding parties from the two Yorik-Stronha Spyships meant to disrupt operations. He would not let the Galactic Alliance, this band of infidels, dissuade his plans. He would make his attack known, but not the methods as to how he arrived. Spread fear and sow disruption, so that in time, the greater denizens of the galaxy saw the True Way as sacrosanct gospel.

And indeed, as a quivering pair of children recoiled before his warriors, the Supreme Commander awaited his delaying missive and Tactical Villip to report in. His Warriors strode across killing fields, but it would be the Intendants that delivered the potent, bio-engineered disease to its oceans. To allow the truth of the Gods to fill them - and to bring terrifying despair to the hearts of wicked infidel creatures. This was a price he paid for as much as pain and escalation. For in due time...

This world, and all of the infidels within the Promised Land, would know the return of the Vong had come...

Kahlil Noble Azca Kraal

 

[Kahlil Noble]

He'd been couped up in the temple far too long.

Kahlil took a deep breath of the ocean air, his smile faint on his face. Going out, helping people, that's what a Jedi should be doing. Not being buried under stack upon stack of paperwork. Valery Noble had taken those chores off his hands, practically pushed him out of the temple to do some field work. He needed field work.

In this case it was much more tame than other work he'd done. Supply the refugees from Csilla. It'd been many years now, but the loss of their homeworld still affected the Chiss. They didn't need as much help as they had prior, but it never hurt to check in. Bring supplies. He knew all too well what it was like to loose their homeworld.

He was just setting down another box when he felt it. Pain. Fear. The source of which he couldn't feel. Confusion knitted his brow together as he stood straighter. "Harmony?" The ethereal fox hopped to his shoulder, seeming to appear from nothing. They took off in an instant from their perch, bounding across towards where the disturbance was felt as Kahlil got onto a speeder.

The visual that came from Harmony confirmed it. Someone was attacking the Chiss. Vong were attacking. His brow furrowed as he hit the throttle, blitzing right into the town towards one of the warriors. Valery would have to forgive him for this, given he leapt from it to let it be a weapon. Blue lit up the ground as a rune formed between the children and the threat to them as ice erupted, freezing the very air to form a barrier.

There was no hesitation from the Shield as he brought his saber down through another. Whatever their reasons, they had to be stopped.

Azca Kraal

 

[Azca Kraal]

Shihon.​

There is frustration, especially as one of his warriors is felled by a speeder bike - the Vonduun held, yet his body did not. Another jerked to slash at the Jedi; his lightsaber proved its felling touch quicker as it scythed through the warrior's gap in his neck-joint. The headless body slumped, and two more of his warriors stumbled as the rune of frost sent them back. But the Supreme Commander?

He was not so easily intimidated - a spurt of his Amphistaff's venom targeted at Kahli's center of mass, an attempted move to catch him off-guard. But it mattered little. This Jedi was HIS to take - and as his surviving warriors regrouped, the Supreme Commander hissed out his words. The tizowyrm helped, of course.

"Jeedai! Come! I refuse to indulge your existence any longer! Come, and experience death at mine hands."

And with that, the Supreme Commander was upon Kahlil Noble. His amphistaff moved with strikingly-fluid motion, not force-sensitive, but the practiced moments of a master. Indeed, Azca Kraal yelled aloud, as his ferocious cry sought to bring death and damnation to those infidels such as the one before him. How the Amphistaff sought to feint for Kahlil's head, before diverting to try and slash at his fingers in the hopes of relieving his saber hand of a few digits. The Yuuzhan Vong would settle for nothing less.

Nothing less than complete damnation dealt upon his foe...

Kahlil Noble Azca Kraal