Dredge
Kneel Before Zod
Belgaroth, a world of ruin and darkness. A world taken as the last refuge of the suffering race known as the Yuuzhan Vong, through the hundreds of years of plague and war they have taken refuge on this technology ridden dead world. But now they once again had become strong, strong enough to make their small presence known to the galaxy. Masters of bioengineering and war is what they used to be before they were cast from their home world. Now only a few thousand remain here. But their new leader looked to change that, he looked to take them out of the darkness and into the light so they may snuff it out as they once did. So they may spread across the galaxy to kill, destroy, and murder like they had once done. But he couldn't do it alone, as much as it pained dredge to it he needed to reach across boarders and ask for help so they could be revived.
An arm for a helping hand was the the agreement, but it wasn't just any arm. It was a Vong arm, and it wasn't just any helping hand. But a hand from the sith emperor himself. It truly was an honor to meet someone so malevolent, so evil, someone who shared his passion of ending life amongst the stars one planet at a time. Dredge respected that, he respected the man's tenacity to kill and enslave sentient life to his will. "When he arrives, be sure be on your best manners. He could glass this world and we couldn't do a thing to stop him. Understand whelps?" Dredge spoke in his normal cold voice to his personal guards. They all resided in an abandoned Czerka arms factory that had been retrofitted to their needs. The horrid technology filled establishment was only temporary and soon they would reclaim what was rightfully theirs. Soon they would have their home back, "Now be gone." dredge flicked his hand and his escort went outside to await for the emperors ship to arrive.
Sitting on his throne of ruined droids and metal the supreme overlord of the Vong sighed and longed for the days of old, for the days of burning and purging the new republic and the mandalorians. They could come soon enough, soon the whole galaxy would burn again until they accepted the ways of the gods. Scurrying up to him a Rakghoul licked the overlord's hand before he pet it's slick moist flesh gently. "May this be the right choice on the blessed path my servant." he said to the beast before shooing it away. Now all there was to do was wait for the man of the hour.
@[member="Kaine Zambrano"]
An arm for a helping hand was the the agreement, but it wasn't just any arm. It was a Vong arm, and it wasn't just any helping hand. But a hand from the sith emperor himself. It truly was an honor to meet someone so malevolent, so evil, someone who shared his passion of ending life amongst the stars one planet at a time. Dredge respected that, he respected the man's tenacity to kill and enslave sentient life to his will. "When he arrives, be sure be on your best manners. He could glass this world and we couldn't do a thing to stop him. Understand whelps?" Dredge spoke in his normal cold voice to his personal guards. They all resided in an abandoned Czerka arms factory that had been retrofitted to their needs. The horrid technology filled establishment was only temporary and soon they would reclaim what was rightfully theirs. Soon they would have their home back, "Now be gone." dredge flicked his hand and his escort went outside to await for the emperors ship to arrive.
Sitting on his throne of ruined droids and metal the supreme overlord of the Vong sighed and longed for the days of old, for the days of burning and purging the new republic and the mandalorians. They could come soon enough, soon the whole galaxy would burn again until they accepted the ways of the gods. Scurrying up to him a Rakghoul licked the overlord's hand before he pet it's slick moist flesh gently. "May this be the right choice on the blessed path my servant." he said to the beast before shooing it away. Now all there was to do was wait for the man of the hour.
@[member="Kaine Zambrano"]