Public The World Ship

[Amos]

"The Vong understood something the Jedi never will; flesh is only a garden, and we choose what grows in it.”
-Darth Maladi ​

Unknown Space - Vaa Nokkul

A millenia ago, before darkness swept across the galaxy and before the current reigns;, the Yuuzhan Vong came.

They brought with them technology the likes of which the galaxy had never seen. Marvels made not of steel or metals, but flesh and living rock. Creatures and monsters forged in ways that most could never imagine. Biots they called them. bred over the millenia to serve ever purpose that one could imagine. The greatest of them were the world ships. Massive vessels that eclipsed even some of the terrors of old.

With them they swept into the galaxy, conquering, taking, killing whatever it was they desired. Piece by piece the galaxy fell, reaped by Yuuzhan Vong as they took planet after planet.

Even after their defeat, the touch of the Vong lingered upon the galaxy. Their great works scarring many worlds. Gradually, however, they faded. Blending with the people of the galaxy as their technologies became less and less common. The World Ships, once the crown jewels of their fleet began to fade and die. Drawing themselves away from the galaxy and into the unknown regions of space.

A small hiss echoed out from behind Amos' ear as he stepped out of the airlock and into the strange rocky tunnels of Vaa Nokkul.

The ancient World Ship was dead, long forgotten and long left to float in the great distances between the stars. It's massive dovin basil's had died off centuries ago, the yaret-kor along it's edges long silenced. Yet somehow there was still breath to be found within the expansive tunnels of the ship. The air stale, but warmer than it should have been for a ship that had been dead for millenia.

"Something here still lives." The Sith said quietly as the Amphistaff curled around his back slowly slipped forward across his shoulders and down around his bicep. It's muscled form drawing through his fingers.

The beast could feel it's brethren.

It was the Yammosk he'd found alongside his Amphistaff that had told him of this ship, whispered into his mind of it's existence. The creature had spoken truth, and now he stood within the tomb of it's people. He wondered if it had also been honest about what he would find.