Dredge
Kneel Before Zod
-All your rage, all your hate. And look where it has gotten you? Nowhere, you are a waste. Your fleet is gone. Your army may be strong but you are worthless-
A voice of hatred and malice oozed within the mind of Dredge, he was still and unmoving as teams of medics carried him off the heavily damaged omen. They were back on Kaalonia and it was time to rebuild what they had lost.
"You dare insult me? Do you think yourself higher than I? You are nothing, you are but a shadow of your former self. Krag died on Utapou and you are but the mantle of his power! A shadow!" Dredge spoke back to the voice in his head. The two were in a very dark and motionless void inside his head and it was time the two talked while the doctors and shapers worked.
-I am sith, I am strong, you are weak lesser. Why do you think you are alive right now? That you draw breath still!? I saved your life when you were killing yourself! I redirected damage to less active parts of your brain! Your body! You are worthless!- the voice in the darkness cast light down upon dredge and the two were going to have a long talk.
Placing dredge on a table the Vong overlord needed healing, his body needed to be repaired but the armor had to come off. Outside hundreds of workers and shapers began the process of healing the Omen. It would be a rough journey but the ship would return to bring terror once more
A voice of hatred and malice oozed within the mind of Dredge, he was still and unmoving as teams of medics carried him off the heavily damaged omen. They were back on Kaalonia and it was time to rebuild what they had lost.
"You dare insult me? Do you think yourself higher than I? You are nothing, you are but a shadow of your former self. Krag died on Utapou and you are but the mantle of his power! A shadow!" Dredge spoke back to the voice in his head. The two were in a very dark and motionless void inside his head and it was time the two talked while the doctors and shapers worked.
-I am sith, I am strong, you are weak lesser. Why do you think you are alive right now? That you draw breath still!? I saved your life when you were killing yourself! I redirected damage to less active parts of your brain! Your body! You are worthless!- the voice in the darkness cast light down upon dredge and the two were going to have a long talk.
Placing dredge on a table the Vong overlord needed healing, his body needed to be repaired but the armor had to come off. Outside hundreds of workers and shapers began the process of healing the Omen. It would be a rough journey but the ship would return to bring terror once more