Not Ordo
Just under the upper hand.
DEEP SPACE:
The blade of the coufee drew a long deep line diagonally across the chest of the thing the was Shimmra Rapuung. It's black eyes widened with pleasure as the black viscous liquid that was it's blood began to bead along the thin line and then stream from the wound. He drew the knife across his tongue as his insect like mouth spread it's mandibles. The shaping process was a painful one but the mouthparts were a great blessing and the pain had been purifying. The vong covered a hand in the black blood of his chest and placed it firmly on his mask marking it with the black hand print. Soon he would again hunt and fight and kill. His slayer-ship pulled itself through space toward a planet he had heard of and a place with victims to satiate his hunger for the kill. Little did he know on this world there were those with whom to contend.
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RATTATAK ATMOSPHERE
The Yuuzhan Vong ship broke the atmosphere heading for a band of hunters surrounding a large predatorial beast Shimmra didn't know.
<Fire> Shimmra said not wanting to deal with the creature while he could kill sentient beings.
The ship's yaret-kor fired the lava like projectile and killed the beast as well as some of the hunters. Wasting no time Shimmra turned to the gunner and quickly ran his knife along the Vongs throat. He had indicated the beast only and he would accept no failure.
Without a word he turned his thick black braids slapping against the crab shell armor he now wore as he made his way to the drop pod. He entered the boilogical pod and activated it while his ship turned and headed back toward space. They would not return unless called and if he fell they would leave.
The pod struck the vround behind the angry band and the organic door slid open with a wet shlick sound and Shimmra leapt out. His Amphistaff spun and pierced the first warrior's chest and his coufee flew from his other hand to lodge in the next warriors skull.
Minutes later Shimmra stood among the corpses of 5 trained hunters and wrapped his staff around his waist. He bent down to yank his coufee free and began taking trophies from the kills and only their skulls would do.
[member="Evelynn"]
[member="Nemene Talith"] (feel free to join us if you want to)
The blade of the coufee drew a long deep line diagonally across the chest of the thing the was Shimmra Rapuung. It's black eyes widened with pleasure as the black viscous liquid that was it's blood began to bead along the thin line and then stream from the wound. He drew the knife across his tongue as his insect like mouth spread it's mandibles. The shaping process was a painful one but the mouthparts were a great blessing and the pain had been purifying. The vong covered a hand in the black blood of his chest and placed it firmly on his mask marking it with the black hand print. Soon he would again hunt and fight and kill. His slayer-ship pulled itself through space toward a planet he had heard of and a place with victims to satiate his hunger for the kill. Little did he know on this world there were those with whom to contend.
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RATTATAK ATMOSPHERE
The Yuuzhan Vong ship broke the atmosphere heading for a band of hunters surrounding a large predatorial beast Shimmra didn't know.
<Fire> Shimmra said not wanting to deal with the creature while he could kill sentient beings.
The ship's yaret-kor fired the lava like projectile and killed the beast as well as some of the hunters. Wasting no time Shimmra turned to the gunner and quickly ran his knife along the Vongs throat. He had indicated the beast only and he would accept no failure.
Without a word he turned his thick black braids slapping against the crab shell armor he now wore as he made his way to the drop pod. He entered the boilogical pod and activated it while his ship turned and headed back toward space. They would not return unless called and if he fell they would leave.
The pod struck the vround behind the angry band and the organic door slid open with a wet shlick sound and Shimmra leapt out. His Amphistaff spun and pierced the first warrior's chest and his coufee flew from his other hand to lodge in the next warriors skull.
Minutes later Shimmra stood among the corpses of 5 trained hunters and wrapped his staff around his waist. He bent down to yank his coufee free and began taking trophies from the kills and only their skulls would do.
[member="Evelynn"]
[member="Nemene Talith"] (feel free to join us if you want to)