Alderaan belonged to the Yuuzhan Vong now. With New Yuuzhan'tar fallen to the false gods of the Moross Crusade, it was their only true home within the galactic disc. The world shapers had remoulded the world to suit their needs, which included the micro-climates and ecosystems necessary to support the growth of war biots. The world was inexorably changing to an extragalactic landscape fit for the chosen people of Yun-Yuuzhan.
Khallesh led her group of Yuuzhan Vong hunters through the eastern pass on their
mounts. The rocky landscape flashed past as an indistinct grey blur as the creatures thundered along. It was a bumpy ride, and Khallesh found her hand beginning to cramp as she clung to the chitinous hide desperately. She was glad of the reprise when the chattering beetle was brought to a halt, but her thighs would ache for hours.
Her villip vibrated against her neck and she touched it. "The infidel machine landed close by, approach quietly, find them, and call us in. We have a hundred warriors eager to fly in," came the instructions. Khallesh acknowledged them curtly. With a few hand signals she sent her six-strong team of hunters forward. Garbed in Cloaks of Nuun, making barely a sound as they moved, and outside of the Force, their approach would be incredibly hard to detect. There were scouts now crawling all over the mountains, looking for the single shuttle that had evaded their sight low over the region.
OOC/ Might not keep up with the thread very well sorry, so at any point feel free to push on regardless of what I'm up to