Serin stood within the halls of an ancient and dying Yuuzhan Vong cruiser. The vessels name was long lost to the annals of history. The ship itself was nearly unrecognizable from its form, cosmic radiation and hundreds of battle scars tore apart the organic hull. It appeared little less than a small spikey wedge moving through space, and as it dropped out of hyperspace the ship shuttered in its entirety. The entire vessel seemed to scream in pain as it dropped back into real space, as though its very being began to shake in despair.
The Yuuzhan Vong aboard the ship stood at the bridge, his smile splitting his face. This was an odd move for him, going back into known space. It was something he thought he would never do, offering his services like that.
Reality however had struck Serin quite hard. After nearly eight hundred years his people had become splintered and fractured. The Yuuzhan Vong had become something dissimilar to the ideal he held so dear. He had no choice, he had to take direct action, he had to speak with his people. Currently the biggest faction of gathered Vong was within the Confederacy, a people reliant on technology and...droids.
As he thought Serin's lips turned down in disgust, he despised technology above all, but he would do what he had to.
The Yuuzhan Vong Empire would rise again, in due time. Slowly Serin pressed a Villip up to his face, the strange biot seemed to squeak slightly as he did so. The Villip would send a message to the nearest CIS relay station, something Serin had planned for.
“This is Master Shaper Serin Valrin of the Yuuzhan Vong Empire.” His voice was a mix of absolute intimidation and guttural death. “I wish to speak with your masters.”
The Yuuzhan Vong aboard the ship stood at the bridge, his smile splitting his face. This was an odd move for him, going back into known space. It was something he thought he would never do, offering his services like that.
Reality however had struck Serin quite hard. After nearly eight hundred years his people had become splintered and fractured. The Yuuzhan Vong had become something dissimilar to the ideal he held so dear. He had no choice, he had to take direct action, he had to speak with his people. Currently the biggest faction of gathered Vong was within the Confederacy, a people reliant on technology and...droids.
As he thought Serin's lips turned down in disgust, he despised technology above all, but he would do what he had to.
The Yuuzhan Vong Empire would rise again, in due time. Slowly Serin pressed a Villip up to his face, the strange biot seemed to squeak slightly as he did so. The Villip would send a message to the nearest CIS relay station, something Serin had planned for.
“This is Master Shaper Serin Valrin of the Yuuzhan Vong Empire.” His voice was a mix of absolute intimidation and guttural death. “I wish to speak with your masters.”