Yun-Ne'Shel Champions Your Cause

[Serin]

Serin watched with dead black eyes as a ship approached his own. He stood in place upon the bridge tilting his head slightly as he watched the tiny organic fighter approach his Yorik-Vec. The Master Shaper took in a silent breath, eagerness running through him.

It was finally time. After nearly eight hundred years it was finally time. The Yuuzhan Vong would return, they would find their footing and bring about new wars. A shiver ran up is mutilated and mutated spine, he wanted this. He wanted his people to return, his true people. Not some overgrown pipe sized little children that called themselves Vong. He growled slightly as he thought of the abominations that called themselves Yuuzhan Vong in the Wild Space of the galaxy, the Horde they dubbed themselves.

He hissed slightly, pathetic bunch, heretics.

They used the technologies of man, metal and wires. Serin scowled, anger flowing through him. Hrosha-Gul would be different, they would be better. The Master Shaper waited eagerly for the two organic ships to meet.
[member="Nas Kraal"]

 

[Tefka]

Cold air snorted our of his empty nasal pasage as the burly Yuuzhan Vong hybrid stood, albeit head craned, in his small Yorik-Et slayer ship. His lower pair of arms remained crossed as his upper right hand scratched his chin. His tattooes could use some re-inking. They were beginning to itch. His upper left arm stretched itself out as the bareback Myrshavong began heading towards the exit tube of the Yorik-et, his ship docking with Serin's. A slight hissing sound emanated from the amphistaff that was coiled around his shoulder as it began to slither onto his opposite shoulder.

"Bruk tukken Vong pratte, al'tanna brenzlit tchurokk," he uttered in a guttural, deep growl. His voice raspy from the flight. A villip opened next to him, showing one of the flight's intendents of Serin's ship.

<Have me something ready to drink> He growled, the weight seeming shifting from the ship as the massive monster crossed into the docking tube and entered Serin's ship.

<I'm thirsty>

 

[Serin]

Serin waited patiently on the bridge of his ship. His eyes remained closed though he heard one of the attendants gather the coming creature something to drink. He had no idea what was coming for him, he assumed it would be another Vong, he assumed it would be a Warmaster, after all nothing else would be acceptable when meeting someone like him.

He was a Master Shaper after all, and not one from this paltry age.

When the creature finally arrived the Yuuzhan Vong could not help but raise an eyebrow. The thing had four arms! It was a mutation! A Yuuzhan Vong surely, but a mutant one. He snarled slightly. This was the thing that they sent to him? This monster? This sorry excuse for a shaped creature?

He watched the thing approach him, a certain amount of disgust in his eyes.
[member="Nas Kraal"]

 

[Tefka]

Kraal snorted as an Intendent handed him his requested drink. He took one swig and spat it out on the deck of the Yuuzhan Vong's ship, slamming the goblet on the floor.

"BRENZLIT, TIZ IGNOT!" He cursed, squishing the goblet beneath his massive boot. The behemoth of a Myrshavong apparently did not take a liking to the drink he had been offered. He snorted again, a large wad of snot burrowing it's way into the throat of the Warmaster before he spat it back out upon the deck to follow the drink.

<Disgusting.> He uttered in his guttural growl, veins throbbing from beneath the black tendrils that tattooed his neck. <A drink fit only for the kanabar, not the likes of Warmaster Kraal, Warrior of the Gods, right hand of the Supreme Overlord.>

He turned to Serin after having his back to the man this entire time.

<Vong,> he spat, a clear insult. It meant "child." <Who are you to summon me?>

 

[Serin]

“Child!” The outrage was clear. Serin was eight hundred years old. He had watched his kin conquer the entire galaxy, he had watched the decimation of Coruscant, he had watched Koros-Strohna destroy entire fleets, he had seen the burning of a thousand worlds and this creature had the audacity to call him a child? No this would not do one bit.

The Oozith on his skin rippled and shimmered slightly in the dank lighting of the Assault Cruiser, the creature covering him entirely.

“I am a Master Shaper from an age long Past!” Serin shot out a leg towards the creatures knee's, faster than one might expect from his bulk, as he moved to break the creatures leg in one swift blow he kept up his tirade. “A Student of Nen Yim! Opener of all eight Cortex's. You are the child here, creature!”

Serin didn't even bother with the creature calling itself warmaster, clearly it was lying.

 

[Tefka]

<An old fool>

The massive beast slipped his leg inside of the kick, closing the gap between himself and the Master Shaper. His lower two arms moved to grip the Yuuzhan Vong's wrists while his upper right arm moved to grip the man's neck.

<Who knows nothing of the Unchained>

He would then attempt to lift the man off the ground and into the air, maintaining control. His voice, deep and guttural as usual, bellowed with saliva flinging off his teeth in waves.

<You summon me here, to this filthy ship. For what? That I might have need of you?>

His upper left arm, massive as it was, thrust forward as he clenched his fist to pound into the gut of the man's oozith. Minimal protection at best. Few traveled with Vonduun Skerr Kyrric, fewer still were shapers.

<Nothing you know will be lost. What the Cannibal devours, he gains. Hrosha-Gul.>