Tchurrokk Sen Khattazz al'Yun-Amon | Darth Mierin

[Tefka]

[member="Darth Mierin"]

"Very well, my lady."

Tsavong bowed and made his preparations as well. He would be found later in the shipping yards, standing at the foot of a small transport vessel that would transport them to the planet Rake. The creature was accompanied by a cadre of shapers, all who had brought along substantial amounts of research gear and applicable sciences that would be used for the implementation of terraforming and studying it's effects. As well, the transport had already been loaded with a multitude of dweebit seedpods.

Tsavong admired the Hand's interest in his research and stood waiting for her to show up. Again.

 

[J3C0]

[member="Tsavong Kraal"]
Mierin walked up to Tsavong, she wore new clothes, having cleansed herself of the drenched robes and dawning instead a set of red and black wraps beneath a set of silvery plates of armor. It appeared to be a remnant of what she had once worn in the Ancient Empire, and as she approached the soft silver metal reflected the sun that now shone down upon them.

“Everything is in place, we may proceed.” The Hand spoke in her typical impassive voice, though a hint of excitement glowed in her bright yellow eyes.

She was about to see something that had not been seen for centuries. The re-shapping of a world into something completely new. A smile came upon her face as she spotted the seedpods loaded onto the ship, though it quickly faded as she studied the shapers arrayed behind Tsavong.

They were necessary of course, but the more of them there were, the more uneasy she was.

 

[Tefka]

[member="Darth Mierin"]

"Very well," Tsavong retorted, approaching the pilot and whispering something to him. They shared a bit of a laugh, and Tsavong stared back at Darth Mierin. He turned back to the pilot and said something else in a whisper, and they both erupted in laughter again. The Yuuzhan Vong hybrid gave the man a welcomed pat on the shoulder and walked back towards the Lady Hand, where he found a seat in the transport next to her and sat down a chair over from her. His shoulders barely fit in the ship, but he scrunched in enough to fit.

"If this were a merchant vessel, I wonder if I'd have to pay for two tickets," Tsavong said to one of the shapers next to him. They shared a smile and a chuckle, and Tsavong looked back at Darth Mierin.

"We leave at once, Lady Mierin. Best strap yourself in, it'll be a bumpy flight. This is the only vessel I could acquire on such short notice."

 

[J3C0]

[member="Tsavong Kraal"]
Mierin did not laugh at the joke, and she hardly seemed to notice Tsavongs chat with the pilot.

It helped to know she could kill them all in an instant.

Slowly she clipped in the straps, two across her chest and one across her waist. She looked around the inside of the transport ship, her eyes fluttering closed and then open for a moment. The journey would be short thankfully. The Prakith system was only a short leap away from Coruscant and the One Sith were one of the only factions that had the correct hyperspace routes.

Her lips thinned, this ship smelled.

 

[Tefka]

[member="Darth Mierin"]

The ship soon approached the planet Rake and dropped out of hyperspace. Tsavong did not like all the bright colors and had the pilot shield the transport's windows prior.

"Looks like we're here," he growled to the Shapers and Mierin.

He stood up from hsi seat and looked to Mierin.

"I'm to go inform the pilot of our trajectory, please remain here, we'll have landed soon."

Tsavong approached the pilot with a warming hand on the man's shoulder and leaned over to speak with him. They laughed again, looking back at Mierin, as Tsavong whispered something in his native language. It was apparently very funny, as the man was soon clutching his sides with laughter. Tsavong left the pilot and soon returned the Mierin.

"Lady Hand, we will be approaching the settlement of Luminozz, population twenty-three thousand. Do we still have the green light?" He seem undisturbed by the rather large numbers in the settlement, population-wise.

 

[J3C0]

Mierins eyes snapped open suddenly as the Yuuzhan Vong spoke to her. Lips thinned and her expression grew somewhat sour. She had fallen asleep on their short journey, gathered some much needed rest. She didn't often actually get to sleep, part of being a Hand of the Dark Lord was never really resting.

“Why would it have changed?” She said quietly in response to him.

There was no authorization needed, no confirmation from anyone above them. Mierin was in control here. She was the Hand of the Dark Lord, and her word was law. At least in matters like this it was anyway. The sacrifice of a fifth of a hundred thousand people would not even cause a blink of an eye, as long as no one heard about it anyway.

“Ensure that all transmissions from the planet are jammed.” Mierin said. “No word of this must escape.”

That was simple common sense. They had an image to maintain after all.
[member="Tsavong Kraal"]

 

[Tefka]

[member="Darth Mierin"]

"Proper protocol, ma'am." Tsavong nodded to the shapers and they began readying their equipment. The pilot gave the thumbs up and soon they hit the atmosphere of Rake, and soon thereafter they hit the ground with a subtle thump.

"No need for the transmissions of the entire planet, the settlement is very... backwards. No holonet capabilities here, these people are very primitive in their ways... for us."

He smiled at the Hand.

"Nobody even knows we're here, and all evidence will point that there was some great calamity that led to what is about to happen. It will all look very... natural, to the trained eye."

The loading dock opened and he began to walk off the ship.

"But to the untrained eye... Yuuzhan Vong biots can look very... unnatural."

 

[J3C0]

[member="Tsavong Kraal"]

Mierin followed after the Voice of the Dark Lord, she remained silent for now, not caring for his chastisement of her. There was no need to comment.

She was still eager to see the result of this test, still eager to view of what would become of this city. Mierin would make this city her own, she would use it as a place of hiding and research...if it became suitable anyway. She did not yet know what the dweebits would actually turn the city into, what would actually become of this place. The Sith Pureblood followed after Tsavong, and then stopped once they were a reasonable distance from the ship.

“Tell me.” Mierin said quietly. “How will this work?”

She needed to learn more about the process.

 

[Tefka]

[member="Darth Mierin"]

One of the Shapers whispered something to Tsavong and pointed at the posterior of Darth Mierin, and they both shared a laugh as they continued to unload equipment on the surface of Rake. The settlement was in the distance, far enough away to see the puffs of smoke from their fire chimneys but not close enough to make out the populace. The edge of the town looked quite rudimentary - huts, enclosures, a few farmers.

"To be honest, I'm not quite sure," Tsavong retorted to the Hand. "But I think they're going to reduce everything to rubble and then begin to infect the soil."

He looked at one of the Shapers. They shrugged.

Tsavong shrugged, heaving one of the heavy pods on to the ground. Life dwelled within.

"I guess we'll just have to see," he said, unsure.

He kicked it over, and a swarm akin to locusts burst forth like a storm cloud rolling inland and began to head in the direction of the village. They could not visibly see one particular dweebit - they looked as if a mass, a moving entity heading towards the village.

 

[J3C0]

[member="Tsavong Kraal"]

Mierin rolled her eyes, quickly catching onto the comments from the Yuuzhan Vong surrounding her. She was not completely oblivious after all. For a moment her hand hovered over her ligthsaber, but instead of drawing it her attention was caught by the dweebits tipping over and beginning their rampaging swarm.

Keen yellow eyes watched as the red cloud began to ascend to the sky, swooping and buzzing into the air as they moved towards the city.

She tried to pick out the individual insects, attempted to observe them as they moved and buzzed about. Yet even she found the task impossible even though she was enhanced by the force. Her lips thinned, and the pupils within her eyes grew smaller as she tried more and more to focus on the black swarm.

It headed towards the city at an alarming rate.

 

[Tefka]

[member="Darth Mierin"]

Tsavong stood by while the dweebits did their work. Structures fell, the soil turned green, and people were annihilated in their homes and outdoors. A few men tried to escape, but the incoming storm of insects was too overwhelming. They stood helpless as the Yuuzhan Vong biot onslaught continued to raze the town, and soon, there was nothing.

Silence befell the group as they stood watching from a distance.

"They cannot be controlled."

He kicked over two more pods and stood in front.

"But they can be trained."

The new swarm engulfed him, but did not touch. Tsavong stood unharmed as the new wave of dweebits flew past him to join the others.

"They will not harm any genetic predisposed makeup that is embedded into them," he shouted above the buzzing of tiny wings. "They have been grown to ignore me."

 

[J3C0]

[member="Tsavong Kraal"]

She would have to remember to be added to that list of genetic predisposed make up sown into every single Dweebit, she did not want there to be...accidents in the future. The Sith Pureblood stood watching the carnage occur, watching the dweebits do their work.

“And now?” Mierin asked when the destruction of the city was finished.

Mierin wanted to see how the dweebits constructed. Tsavong had claimed terraforming, he had claimed the rebuilding of something new. That was what she wanted to see, not simply destruction and the razing of a city, she could do that with any modern weapon.

She wanted to see...progress.

 

[Tefka]

"Now..." He stood there and folded his arms, his cloak billowing in the wind. "We wait."

Several hours passed by and nothing.

Tsavong tapped his foot.

Still nothing.

"Perhaps there is something wrong," he finally muttered.