Vong Grafting

[Lord Ajihad]

Vi'kas stepped into the ancient chamber of the Yuuzhan Vong. He was there to graft some Vong biots into himself, courtesy of the Hrosha-Gul. He seeked power, and power he would get. If he was to become a deadly assassin, he would need some upgrades. Some thought cybernetics were the key, but they were wrong. He felt the Vong had unlocked the key to upgrades, and he would now apply these to himself.

Biots:

• Plaeryin Bol
• Tizowyrm
• Fighting Claws
• Sclipune

 

[Lord Ajihad]

He had brought a Vong shaper with him, who had been willing to assist him in this endeavour. Vi'kas himself certainly did not posses the skill to graft Vong biot into himself. he would most likely impale himself on something. The Vong was carrying a large sack, most likely with said biots. Vi'kas grimaced, knowing that the process would cause him great pain.

He examined the room before him, looking on in awe. The chamber was made out of a sort of coral, it was a brownish pallor to it. It really was quite impressive how the Yuuzhan Vong had managed to create such a wonder. He doubted any lightsider would be able to appreciate its beauty, but he certainly could. Then, the Vong grunted, signaling for the process to begin.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

The shaper placed the sack on a table-like structure in the center of the room. He signaled for Vi'kas to move closer, and so he did. He had four biots in mind, and was quite excited to receive them. These would shape him into a deadly weapon, an unstoppable assassin. None would escape his wrath.

The shaper reached into the sack, and withdrew a small sphere. Vi'kas guessed this was the infamous Plaeryin Bol. It was pretty much a poison-spitting pseudo-eye. This was a risky move, as it would normally limit someone's range of vision. However, due to his elite cybernetic eye, this would not be a problem. He eagerly awaited further instructions.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

The shaper moved forward, knife in hand. The knife was very thin, and surprising sharp. The Vong used an expert hand to remove Vi'kas's right "eye", placing it on the table. It wasa technological object, so the Vong scowled at it in disgust. Vi'kas held no such qualms. He was a moderate member of the Hrosha-Gul, and did not share their religion, among other things.

The false eye was inserted into his empty socket. He shivered as he felt it probe him, and connect itself with his own body. The Vong biots were indeed living creatures themselves. His head began to hurt as it forged its connecting. This surprisingly didn't hurt much, for whatever reason. maybe some sort of Vong tech? He didn't know. He lifted his hand to his face, feeling for the new eye.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

He took a minute to learn to control this new part of him. He marveled at its ability to swivel like a normal eye; but not actually see. His cybernetic eye managed to covered his would-to-be blind spot, though. He was now even more thankful for the custom-made cybernetic eyes.

Of course, he ha to test its primary function, to eject position. He regarded a training dummy a few feet in front of him, gauging the distance. After deciding it was at an appropriate range, he ejected the venom. He watched as the substance made contact with the dummy, eating away at it. He smiled with delight, as he was impressed. Then, he looked at the shaper, waiting for the next mod.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

The Vong shaped then withdrew their hand from the bag, a worm wriggling in its hand. He grimaced, this was the Tizowyrm. The creature would translate languages for him, a useful tool for sure. He did not like worms in his ears, but he saw this as a necessary exception. The worm would certainly be a useful tool, one he could not ignore.

The shaper raised its hand to his right ear, worm and all. He felt it crawl into his ear hole, and he shivered with disgust. The feeling was horrific indeed. Then, pain hit him out of nowhere. He fell to his knees, convulsing with agony. It felt like someone was sawing his head lean in half. The Vong loved pain, so the shaper did nothing to help him. The agony lasted a few more moments, then ceased. Vi'kas got back to his feet, headache lingering.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

Without giving him time to recover, the shaper pulled the third biot from the bag. This seemed to be a beetle-looking thing. He knew this to be a Sclipune. It was a creature that acted as a secret compartment. It could only be opened by a select tapping sequence, a code of sorts. In his line of work, this could come in handy. A bonus was that this was a Vong creation, so people could not use the force to see into it. Anything he put inside would be secure.

He selected for it to be put on the right side of his body, right below the ribcage. The shaper took a knife, and began carving into the side of his body. He yelled in pain as his red blood dripped over the floor. His crimson blood was another symbol he was not fully Vong. The creature then pushed the beetle into his body, and he felt it connect itself to him. The pain immediately began to cease as it plugged his wound. He grabbed a white cloth from his pocket, wiping the blood off of himself. He grimaced as the cloth turned a deep red.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

There was one more to go, and he dreaded it. It would be very useful, and he considered it necessary for him. However, the process would be excruciating. He was to get Yuuzhan Vong fighting claws. These were retractable blades that emerged from his knuckles, and could block lightsabers. These would be invaluable, and he had to get them.

He laid down on a table, similar to that of a surgeon. The shaper strapped him down, so he would not move and mess up the process. He was not offered any anti-pain substances. This was again an aspect of the Yuuzhan Vong culture, a "courtesy" extended to him. He knew they loved pain, and he would have to feel a considerable amount of it in order to get this biot.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

He closed his eyes, waiting for the pain to begin. He did not have to wait long. He screamed in sheer agony is he felt something lond being inserted into his arm. He felt his own blood spray from his arms, coating the floor in a red layer. He frothed at the mouth, the pain was unbearable. His body thrashed about, trying to escape this agony.

His back arched in pain. He had never felt pain like that before. He shed tears of blood, and they dripped onto the floor. He would prefer death to this pain. This ultimate, neverending pain. He had been to hell and back, literally. This made that experience feel like a walk in the park. These were his last thoughts before he blacked out.

 

[Lord Ajihad]

He woke up roughly an hour later, still with a headache. Heck, everything ached. He stood up, and had to catch himself. The shaper sat nearby, staring him down. He returned the gaze, not breaking his concentration. He loved a good battle of wills, especially among the Vong. This way, the shaper did not see him drawing a knife from his belt. Quick as lightning, he threw it into the creature's jugular.

It barely had time to widen its eyes before its life ended. Its body toppled over on its side, dead. He could leave no witnesses of this transformation. He'd prefer to keep these changes a secret. An assassin never revealed his tricks, much like a good magician. He walked out of the chamber, grabbing his knife on the way out. Equipment was expensive.