Dredge
Kneel Before Zod
Darkness, thick and desolate it enveloped the world of Belgaroth. Scurrying sounds could be heard coming from the abandoned city streets and alleyways, and from them the sound concentrated from an ally. "Did you think yourself safe?" A roar shot through the darkness as two Rakghouls tumbled from the alleyway and fought on the streets tearing into one another. "Did you think we would just vanish into the night and fade out of existence? Did you think that the stories your parents used to tell you weren't true? How we burned the galaxy in our holy war." the Rakghouls continued to fight and claw at each other, roaring and lusting for blood until the larger one pounced ripping the smaller's throat out. "Well, let me tell you all something. We are very very much alive and are looking to reacquaint ourselves with the galaxy in a very intimate and personal way." the larger Rakghoul began to feast and dig its teeth into the smaller one filling the darkened streets with it's crimson blood. Roaring and gnashing filled the air as it finished its meal, scurrying along the streets the plague creature moved with a haste as if something were telling it where to go.
"We have returned to you after all these years, after all the years of hiding and cowering in the shadows. We are strong again." running forward at a dead sprint on all fours the Rakghoul heaved and took deep breaths as it ran towards it destination. "I wish you could of seen us before, before the plague and before the great war. I wish you could of seen how beautiful our way of life was. How the righteous path of pain and suffering would lead you to the ultimate sweet release of death. It was so magnificent..." joining behind the fiend a few more of the beasts joined into pack running down the abandoned streets of the city. Ruined technology and dead droids scattered at their feet being crushed underneath. "It is with great sadness that we have been brought to this, but through the gods we become strong again. We have come to life again, we have life, crown, country, but we are missing something. Our home. So for that we have become something else." the pack of Rakghouls made their way to a large ruined Czerca arms factory moving in through the swinging doors. "We have become Legion."
Inside the factory the platoons of Yuuzhan Vong warriors lined up in rows of twelve, weapons and armor strapped to them as they drilled in precise military movements. "Present Arms!" the soldiers moved as their commander ordered them, popping to attention they stood there ready to fight and die at a moments notice, to finally become one with the gods and end the life of pain and suffering. Running into a pen the Rakghouls sat there panting heavily from their sprint. "Come to me." snapping it's head up the larger Rakghoul from before exited the man and made it's way through a line of platoons of Yuuzhon Vong warriors. Traveling up it sat up and stared at a looming figure. "You are so beautiful, so perfect, so ready to be used on the blessed path." a hand shot out forward and caressed the beasts forehead. The beast yawned and lay down by the figures feet. Panning up a man sat on a throne of destroyed droids and technology, a crown of iron resting upon his rigid head. "We are the Yuuzhan Vong, and we have returned." a smile lite up on his face as everything faded to black.
"Mayday! Mayday! This is Victor Hawthorne of the transport Winters Atlas! We have crash landed on the planet Belgaroth on our way to deliver our cargo of crystals and other precious gems when pirates attacked us! We've sustained heavy casualties and have taken refuge on the planet Belgaroth! We have wounded! They won't last much longer without help! Please help us!! If anyone is out there please help us!" the message looped over and over from the crashed ship on the planets surface, there was only one thing. The Winters Atlas had gone missing four years ago and now only recently has a distress signal being broadcasted from the planets surface. Bounty hunters and pirates would be mad to pass up a chance to score a load like this. Any good people would have to see if the crew was still alive. Little did they know however that this was not a cry for help, this was a trap. On the surface of the ruined world the Winters Atlas lay still and dormant as the tape broadcasted itself across the galaxy, the crew inside either lay dead on the floor half eaten or turned to Rakghouls many years ago. Only brave adventurers or treasure hunters would find out what happened to them. The cargo was still intact however, the Vong found it unneeded in their holy way of life. The only thing needed was the ship's broadcasting rely to send a signal. But why now, after all these years. Why now?
"We have returned to you after all these years, after all the years of hiding and cowering in the shadows. We are strong again." running forward at a dead sprint on all fours the Rakghoul heaved and took deep breaths as it ran towards it destination. "I wish you could of seen us before, before the plague and before the great war. I wish you could of seen how beautiful our way of life was. How the righteous path of pain and suffering would lead you to the ultimate sweet release of death. It was so magnificent..." joining behind the fiend a few more of the beasts joined into pack running down the abandoned streets of the city. Ruined technology and dead droids scattered at their feet being crushed underneath. "It is with great sadness that we have been brought to this, but through the gods we become strong again. We have come to life again, we have life, crown, country, but we are missing something. Our home. So for that we have become something else." the pack of Rakghouls made their way to a large ruined Czerca arms factory moving in through the swinging doors. "We have become Legion."
Inside the factory the platoons of Yuuzhan Vong warriors lined up in rows of twelve, weapons and armor strapped to them as they drilled in precise military movements. "Present Arms!" the soldiers moved as their commander ordered them, popping to attention they stood there ready to fight and die at a moments notice, to finally become one with the gods and end the life of pain and suffering. Running into a pen the Rakghouls sat there panting heavily from their sprint. "Come to me." snapping it's head up the larger Rakghoul from before exited the man and made it's way through a line of platoons of Yuuzhon Vong warriors. Traveling up it sat up and stared at a looming figure. "You are so beautiful, so perfect, so ready to be used on the blessed path." a hand shot out forward and caressed the beasts forehead. The beast yawned and lay down by the figures feet. Panning up a man sat on a throne of destroyed droids and technology, a crown of iron resting upon his rigid head. "We are the Yuuzhan Vong, and we have returned." a smile lite up on his face as everything faded to black.
"Mayday! Mayday! This is Victor Hawthorne of the transport Winters Atlas! We have crash landed on the planet Belgaroth on our way to deliver our cargo of crystals and other precious gems when pirates attacked us! We've sustained heavy casualties and have taken refuge on the planet Belgaroth! We have wounded! They won't last much longer without help! Please help us!! If anyone is out there please help us!" the message looped over and over from the crashed ship on the planets surface, there was only one thing. The Winters Atlas had gone missing four years ago and now only recently has a distress signal being broadcasted from the planets surface. Bounty hunters and pirates would be mad to pass up a chance to score a load like this. Any good people would have to see if the crew was still alive. Little did they know however that this was not a cry for help, this was a trap. On the surface of the ruined world the Winters Atlas lay still and dormant as the tape broadcasted itself across the galaxy, the crew inside either lay dead on the floor half eaten or turned to Rakghouls many years ago. Only brave adventurers or treasure hunters would find out what happened to them. The cargo was still intact however, the Vong found it unneeded in their holy way of life. The only thing needed was the ship's broadcasting rely to send a signal. But why now, after all these years. Why now?