Serin Valrin walked through the corridors of a long dead Koros-Strohna, one of the Yuuzhan Vongs Massive world ships. The nearly planet sized starship had been dead for almost eight hundred years now, killed during the Yuuzhan Vong War and sent to drift through the furthest reaches of space. The massive titan was dead now, destroyed almost utterly and completely. Massive patches of its Yorik coral hull were gone, almost all of its arms were broken off or gone, and its Dovin Basals lay completely dormant.
This World Ship was dead, there was no resurrecting it even with a hundred Master Shapers. Serin knew this, but he didn't care. The Koros-Stronha was a symbol, it was a symbol of his peoples might and their former power. The Koros-Stronha had been used to ferry the Yuuzhan Vong between galaxies. They had born thousands of his kin, him included.
It was here that he would reveal his return to the Galaxy, it was here that the Master Shaper Serin Valrin would come back. He smiled eagerly as he thought of his peoples return, of the power that the Yuuzhan Vong would once again hold in the galaxy. This Koros-Stronha was a call back to what they would have once again. Serin would create new ships, better ships. He would help bring in a new dawn for his people.
The first step of course would be gathering them, to bring them together. The difficulty of course had been reaching them. Serin was appalled by what most called technologies, refusing to even touch a holo-communicator. Thankfully however the Yammosks aboard this ship had still been somewhat functional, and through them Serin had found a way to reach out the his nomadic brothers.
If they had received his message they would come here, they would find their way aboard this lost remnant, and search him out.
Slowly Serin entered a massive meeting hall, one that would have been used for Warmasters and perhaps even the Supreme Overlord. It was a fitting place. His smile widened slightly, soon it would happen.
This World Ship was dead, there was no resurrecting it even with a hundred Master Shapers. Serin knew this, but he didn't care. The Koros-Stronha was a symbol, it was a symbol of his peoples might and their former power. The Koros-Stronha had been used to ferry the Yuuzhan Vong between galaxies. They had born thousands of his kin, him included.
It was here that he would reveal his return to the Galaxy, it was here that the Master Shaper Serin Valrin would come back. He smiled eagerly as he thought of his peoples return, of the power that the Yuuzhan Vong would once again hold in the galaxy. This Koros-Stronha was a call back to what they would have once again. Serin would create new ships, better ships. He would help bring in a new dawn for his people.
The first step of course would be gathering them, to bring them together. The difficulty of course had been reaching them. Serin was appalled by what most called technologies, refusing to even touch a holo-communicator. Thankfully however the Yammosks aboard this ship had still been somewhat functional, and through them Serin had found a way to reach out the his nomadic brothers.
If they had received his message they would come here, they would find their way aboard this lost remnant, and search him out.
Slowly Serin entered a massive meeting hall, one that would have been used for Warmasters and perhaps even the Supreme Overlord. It was a fitting place. His smile widened slightly, soon it would happen.