My babies! My poor little poopsies!

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

Invitees: [member="Tsavong Kraal"] [member="Ratih Lah"] [member="Javik Quar-Kai"] [member="Nam Karakk"] @Smeg @Vraska Yo'gand [member="Darth Mierin"]
Timeline: Following the events of the Coruscant Invasion by the Omega Protectorate
Setting: New Yuuzhan'tar. Galactic west of Confederate territory.
Objective: Get new babies

With the rise of the Hydra Queen and in the wake of the Coruscant Invasion by the Omega Protectorate, it was clear that there was a new breed of hunters that would have to be exploited for the Countess use -- and that of the Hrosha-gul.

A near millennia of breeding Vornskrs at Serreno and Doan made the Countess and expert on the physiology of the vicious canine species. Now she was going to spur on a new twist, granted by the knowledge obtained at the obalist of Artemis Obaldi.

Vornskrs were originally native to the planet Myrkr, were a wild, vicious canine species that had the unusual ability to sense the Force. This ability evolved to help them hunt ysalamiri, but a side effect caused them to think that Force-sensitives were their favorite prey, including Jedi in their appetite.
To counteract this hunting method, the ysalamiri developed the ability to project a "Force bubble," inside which no Force abilities could be used.

Vornskrs were primarily nocturnal hunters, and used their whip-like, mildly venomous tails to stun prey before finishing it off with their teeth. They were normally sedate during the day, but hunger or other factors would drive them to hunt during daylight hours -- or in Cyrena's case, whenever she decided to host a "Hunt" for her noble brethren. Consisting of setting a force sensitive peon into the vast private forests of Serreno while her babies took the role of hounds to fox.

With the best Vornskr sires and dames for the task at hand, she would stand proudly with the cream of her crop.

Now the real games would begin.

 

[Ratih Lah]

Ratih Lah, an aspiring Master Shaper to be, would move first. Glistaweb robes would flow along her curves with every step, as she would near the Vornskrs for her inspection. Her shaper hand would twitch slightly, as the length of snake like tresses of her Shaper Headdress would follow suit, the slight comforting hiss of the Amphistaffs in her hair delighting her ears.

A nod from her would bring forth the Yuuzhan Vong tributes for Yun-Amon -- six Fero Xyn. The Fero xyn was a creature native to the Yuuzhan Vong galaxy. Like all other life forms related to the Yuuzhan Vong, the fero xyn had no connection with the Force. Yuuzhan Vong Shapers combined this creature's genetic material with those of the vornskr to create the voxyn.

Which was the purpose of this development and venture.

Her citrine gaze would rise up to meet her fellow Shapers, and hear of their verdicts of the specimens. [member="Tsavong Kraal"] would be the one to grant them the knowledge given by Yun-Amon.

 

[Smeg]

One day, you're just minding your own business, mulling around and feasting happily in your Kingdom of Filth, scarcely aware of the world above you, the next, you're on worlds that you didn't even know existed, travelling in boxes of metal that hurtled through the stars. Space travel became wizardry. The noble Skraal is not an intelligent creature.

Smeg had spent the trip to New Yuuzhan'tar huddled away in the darkness of the cargo hold, occasionally creeping around to greedily nibble at the supplies.

Discomfort was scrawled upon his ratty little face as he stood there all hunched and putrid amongst behemoths and wizards.

The air was too clean. The light hurt his eyes. The prospects of Vornskrs alone frightened him.

Understandable. Even Smeg the criminally stupid could grasp the concept that large vicious canines would quite enjoy a cheeky rodent for lunch. It never occurred to the Skraal that he could have been that lunch. He was hardly a well-respected member of the One Sith after all. More of a butt monkey that skulks in the shadows eating holes in your favourite socks.

“Wat iz Smeg doin' 'ere?” he said out-loud, observing the serpentine-headed woman. Perhaps it was unwise to speak his thoughts in this venue.

 

[Boggo Flib]

Travel for Adventure and end up a Vong Zealot, sounds about right. Javik stayed in the Darker areas on his travel and enjoyed it. His 9'8ft body fit snug when Javik took a Gorilla like stance and his Sonar and Sensory sight made the experience good as well. Every now and then a crew member would walk by and jump at the sight of a Giant chitin-scaled beast with 6 arms and blue little tattoos that glew in the dark. Javik was by all means new to the galaxy but found Vong Culture so interesting he abandoned his own.

His mere size and monstrous look was terrifying.
Javik looked at the Rat like creature [member="Smeg"] and tilted his at what he said. Javik grinned and stood there straching his tummy with his 3rd arm.

 

[Tefka]

[member="Vraska Yo'gand"] [member="Nam Karakk"] [member="Darth Mierin"]

Tsavong kicked [member="Smeg"] nonchalantly as his approached Javik. He patted the larger creature on the shoulder. Not many were bigger than Tsavong, but this guy - this guy was.

"Greetings, Warrior." He said with respect, enterting the foilage with the others.

The Tyrant turned to [member="Ratih Lah"].

"I have brought you what you have asked for," he said, having just returned from the Ruins of the Obelisk.

From the folds of his cloak, he presented a Qahsa - a small, handheld organic computer, akin to that of a Holocron. "Our journey lies within." The Qahsa began to unfold, uncoiling like a flower. From within, the jewel.

The last known remains of the Voxyn Queen from Myrkr.

Her eye.

 

[Josiah Saedrin]

[member="Countess of Báthory"] | [member="Ratih Lah"] | [member="Smeg"] | [member="Javik Quar-Kai"] | [member="Tsavong Kraal"]​

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It was home.​

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The very first thought Nam had had when he finally arrived to the Yuuzhan'tar was that he is at home again. All the memories he had with this place were fantastic, he had loved the place. But this time there was no time to think of that or to study the planet once again. The people of Hrosha-Gul were there for another reason, and that was something other than drinking tea and talking of each other's childhoods.

They were there for something different.​

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Well, Nam didn't actually know what they were going to do, but he had come with the mass... because why not? They wouldn't chop his head off, right? He wanted to be one of the Vong and one way to do that was to spend time with the others, to enjoy them. And, well, maybe befriend a few? He wasn't good at this stuff. But he could at least try.

Again, nobody would chop down his head.​

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He didn't like speaking to others, especially to the ones who were of the higher caste, unless they had started talking to him. It was a bit... uncomfortable to do that because he wouldn't know their reaction to him starting a conversation. Because of not being a smarter kind of Yuuzhan Vong, he was a bit afraid to have anything more than small talk... which was OK, but one couldn't just have small talk for their whole life, right?

 

[Ratih Lah]

[member="Nam Karakk"] [member="Tsavong Kraal"] [member="Javik Quar-Kai"] [member="Smeg"] [member="Countess of Báthory"]


Rathi would give a look of pleasure and delight at the jewel presented by The Voice of the Dark Lord, as the squeal of pain from [member="Smeg"] cut the silence.

Her raspy voice would quiver in her emotion, to have such a treasure to study and bring to life anew what glory had been in the past. "Yun-Amon has blessed us," the Shaper would state, as her shaper hand would reach out to delicately and gently take the eye.

Here, with this jewel, they would start the shaping process and spur on the evolution of the Vornskyrs and Fero Xen. Granted the knowledge, Ratih's Vaa-tumor would slice her brain with a sharp jab of pain.

If blessed by the god, she will receive the knowledge of where to go first. Mapping out the genetic structure and replicating it took a level of sensitivity the shaper was still attempting to perfect. She was an aspiring Master Shaper, and as an adept, she was only allowed access to information up to the Fifth cortex with Masters being the only individuals that were capable of giving access to the higher ones. This was most definitely eight level codex information, and that information would be granted to the adept through Tsavong... and in turn from Yun-Amon.

Granted that information, the shaping and cloning of the Vornskr and the Fero Xen would not take place. It would be an arduous process, but with the eye of the last Voxyn Queen, they had the knowledge to move forward. The Master Shapers among her would toil and work arduously, until hundreds of Voxyn would be sped cloned for the glory of Yun-Amon.

To have this beautiful creature back among them, was ... a precious commodity.

 

[Myra Arceneau Dashiell]

"Well isn't this all intriguing." the Countess would wait her turn, as she knew that this would turn into a massive cloning shaping protocol deal. They would be taking samples form her babies, and that of the Fero Xyn. From what she could reasonably come up with, perhaps even turn some sort of cloning incubation with making them into a stronger version of the original Queen.

She didn't really know the specifics, but she was certainly anxious to see the results. Her past held a memory of the deadly nature of the Voxyn, to see them utilized once again -- and perhaps have a method of cloning some herself for her estate -- was certainly a prospect she was anxious to see to the full fruition.

Thus began her side of the equation, while the Shaper and the Yuuzhan Vong detailed the minutia of their plan of the supposed eight codex.

 

[Smeg]

Poor Smeg.

Dragged away from the comfort of his squalor and onto a world that was largely unfamiliar, frightening and far too bright. He definitely didn't like the way that the giant blue creature looked at him, although he never liked the way the monster stared at him. Like he was going to eat him. I can't imagine that would be healthy for anybody.

His squeal pierced the air as he was kicked by Tsavong, not an unusual event by all means, but still he hadn't be expecting it, and the behemoth had these great clompers for feet.

From then on out, events that flew straight over Smeg's head began to occur. The reason that they had all gathered, he supposed. Mascot of the Hrosha-Gul. Just there for show, and to be lightly abused.

So as Ratih Lah got down to whatever freaky business it was that her and her people were known to do. Smeg retrieved a packet of slightly melted and squashed chocolate covered ladybabies from his pocket and begin to guzzle them down greedily as he tended to do with all of his food.

[member="Countess of Báthory"], [member="Ratih Lah"], [member="Javik Quar-Kai"], [member="Tsavong Kraal"], [member="Nam Karakk"]

 

[Boggo Flib]

Javik nodded at [member="Tsavong Kraal"] in respect, Javik since leaving home felt lonely but seeing another species with more arms comforted him and made him feel at home. Javik then listened to what he had to say to [member="Ratih Lah"] and got in his Gorilla like stance to better be at their levels of height. This was a cultural thing for Javik

[member="Smeg"]
[member="Countess of Báthory"]
[member="Nam Karakk"]