Endor

[attomemhuhvoo]

Atto flexed his clawed hands. Elmira had effortlessly removed them from her face. She seemed unphased even as trickles of blood began to flow.

"My name? I am called Attomemhuhvoo by my mother. All y-eskii-ill are named by their mothers at their birth. Father's do not have the privilige. My name means found song in y-eskii-ill jumbfee'aa, or words. It is considered bad manners by other y-eskii-ill to cut a persons name into a 'nickname'. Do you know what that is? Do yuuzhan vong have nicknames??"

Atto stood and brushed the dirt off his rusty orange kom.

My non y-eskii-ill friends call me Atto. Although my master usually uses my proper name. He says it is much the same with kaleesh. Dishonorable to cut down a name. You are Elmira VAL. I have heard it spoken back there, inside the shell. And the other was Nia Shul. I wonder what meanings your names have.

As he waited for answer the next instant brought a tingle of danger. The padawan whirled around and clenched his fists. He no longer had a lightsaber. He would have to figure out other ways....

"You! Why is this infidel with you?"

Atto paused waiting with uncertainty for Elmira's next move. Would she deliver him into the warriors hands? He saw the ewoks coming up behind them and smiled...

"Thank you my furry brothers!"

OOC- made a post on pg15 too.

[Blue but beautiful]

THE LEGACY OF TORMENT - GARQI ORBIT

The villip everted before Tln'aa Shoolb, after what had seemed like an endless void of time had passed. The leathery biot was quick to arrange it's animorphous self to form the features of the hideous commander in question. Commander Seinheild.

"Commander," the consul began, inclining his head in a pious gesture, "I am Tln'aa domain Shoolb, currently operating under the command of commander Shedao domain Shai." He introduced himself with a slight lie, Shedao Shai knew nothing of this new scheme, but he would in time...and he would thank him for this when he did.

Tln'aa Shoolb kept the amused smirk from his face, it would not do to be over confident too soon, but if he had not underestimated the Jeedai...oh he would have every reason to look smug then.

"I have strong evidence to believe that headed to the world the infidels call Endor, is a ship carrying a group of Jeedai. They travel under the false pretense, inflicted upon them by one of my agents, that they will be able to locate and rescue the Jeedai that you hold captive. " He furnished, trying his best to read the expression on the commanders interestingly decorative face, the lack of upper lip giving him a particularly vicious looking attribute, the intendant noted.
His face, however, was unreadable.

"I would be correct in saying that this information is of use to you," Tln'aa Shoolb risked ever so slightly, this one was a peer, not a subordinate, he could perhaps afford slight risks. "What you choose to do with it now is entirely in your hands, of course."

And I ask that when this victory comes to the attention of your superiors, that my hand in this be taken due note of, he added silently, but the commander would know what he'd meant. He would not have given this information lightly.

Shoolb waited patiently for a response, his gaze never leaving the villip before him. Around him, he could ear the dull thrum of life within the worldship, and the distant sounds of plasma fire. Shedao Shai was no doubt dealing with their abomination infestation the way only a warrior knew how. With sheer brute force. Shai was a peculiar one for a warrior, the consul had always thought, far more philosophical than most and far too intricately minded for his own good. He was still a warrior though, be his position bought by actions his kin had done long ago.

[Blue but beautiful]

Nia Shul had been all too aware of the fact that her journey out of the grashal, slung over the shoulder of a warrior who smelt like he'd spent five years of his life in the maw luur, had come to a very unceremonious end. Dumped on the floor in an uncoordinated heap, she tried to open her eyes to see where they had taken her. And then she heard it.

The snarling argument between father and son, of course she had not known this at the time, but the argument had ended in someone being struck, Nia could not tell which until the younger had apologized for his insubordination. But there was one voice she recognised through the quagmire of swirling sounds she was beginning to hear.
Seinheild.

Cringing inwardly at the expense of her own pride, she prayed to Yun-Harla that this was not so, that this was just a terrible hallucination. Yun-Harla however, denied her her wish, she could almost see the cloaked goddess laughing at her through the ever changing swirling mists that surrounded her borrowed skin. Mocking her misfortune.

Then out of the haze another voice had caught her attention, one familiar yet garbled somehow, as if spoken over a large space that would engulf sound and swallow it like a dovin basal's singularity.
Nia Shul tried to move then, tried to coordinate her limbs in some sort of effort to pull herself upright and take a look at where she was, and where that voice had come from. She had survived the encounter in the grashal, but had her new found rival on this world been so fortunate? Was she alone in her shameful escape?
The name belonging to the voice came to her then, hitting her like the flat side of an amphistaff to the jaw. She should have been more aware than that, this was the voice of her superior, the one she'd failed, Tln'aa Shoolb.

You should have left me in that grashal, She thought as she listened to the ominous tones, trying to comprehend them.

[Elmira Val]

"I am obligated to deliver it to Commander Seinheild, I request passage."
She owed less respect. On other occasions she would have pushed the offending anonymous with barely any consideration. Elmira Val hated the etiquette nuancies required from her fellow warriors. There were very few that interested her; these were the kind who died soon after meeting her, the kind who offered the kind of attention that made her cringe and wonder what the gods were thinking. It was a wonder she hadn't gone to the fate that often met them, but she swore her death would be far more meaningful.

"I will deliver it to him on your behalf, you do not need to see him."


Elmira was increasingly irritated she would have to continue participating in the petty pleasantries of Yuuzhan Vong hierarchy with Grahois.

"I am honor bound to." Elmira ran a callused finger across the bloody scoring across her cheeks in the direction of the black bars radiating from either eye.

She stared over her shoulder and saw that the war creatures had dispatched the resistance around them in a circle. Attomemhuhvoo had not moved out of her sight, apparently too stupefied to shuffle his feet.

"Can you hear? You lack the authority to command me." replied Alish Grahois, disdainfully yanking one of Elmira's bissop ears to regain her diverted attention. They were all distasteful this way.

"I...was the most responsible in the vicinity when he escaped, it would be shirking responsibility if I do not deliver the prisoner personally."

Elmira bit her likewise wrinkled lower lip instead of a convenient nail.

She grabbed Atto by the shoulder; he had wandered a little too far.

Hidden in the pile of Ewok bodies, movement could be seen behind D'lap Grahois, who had disposed of the last Ewok who had latched on to her face. The chattering of the creatures went unnoticed by Alish Grahois, who was unconvinced.

"I will take the infidel," he said, ungraciously grabbing for Atto.

A thud could be heard, and he was drenched in a very unpleasant smell. Alish Grahois swung around angrily, elbowing the irritating female who was in his way, to see his assailant.
He shouted something incoherent, and went after the creature with his amphistaff.

Pathetic.
Elmira estimated he had very little time left to live, even if the Ewoks were a minor nuisance.

[attomemhuhvoo]

As the cable like tendons in commander Seinheild's lower arms relaxed, his bloodied implants retreated back under the shredded flesh into the knuckles of his hand. He watched with much interest the cool actions of his contact, Tin'aa Shoolb. He rubbed the hand tenderly and listened.

Sai'dul meanwhile, skulked off into the forest with his team, casting a promisary glare over his shoulder at his now distracted father..

How hard would it have been to come up from behind and drive a coufee into his kidney..? Give it a couple good twists....?

He turned back toward the forest, mind still ruminating over delicious thoughts of revenge. Angrily he tossed his long black hair, slick with the sweat of previous exertion. Sai'dul would never forgive his father for serving, and offering up his own son's services to Domain Grahois. As there was no longer a Domain Seinheild, its complete lineage lost to the unknown of the Alastaar Maw, young warrior Voh'nn Seinheild found kinship with the Grahois, who adopted him graciously and quickly elevated his status to commander for his unothodox, yet effective methods of control and punishment.

Domain Grahois! The scourge of the Praetorate Vong. If Sai'dul had been a mathmatician instead of a warrior, he could have spoke of the numbers of shamed ones spawned by these bestial, shambling, inbred and insane creatures. His father had found perfect kinship indeed.

After urging his team on, Sai'dul again stopped , this time to look at the now awake intendant Nia Shul. Something about the way she glared at his father while gripping her own coufee, brought him a small joy. He spoke to her before leaving.

"There is only one reason you have been rescued, intendant, and you know as well as I do what it is. His insult is bold, but not suprising.." Sai'dul was more than impressed by the angry furrow of her brow. A fierce heart perhaps? So impressed he was, that he didn't say the obvious, that was, that her rescue was an unexcusible, frivolous waste of time. Instead he chose differant words..

"Do not allow him to make you his little Tsup... You should discourage it..by any means you feel necessary.." He smiled, warmly and full lipped, then jogged away into the forest after his men.


Voh'nn Seinheild heard Tin'aa Shoolb mention a group of jedi headed here. Another group of them? Refusing to show concern, or gratitude for the information, he coldly asked Shoolb the statistics.

"How many jeedai are you talking about? Five? Fifty? It doesnt really matter...they will not ruin what has happened here today."

Seinheild thought about the stubborn kaleesh. He had beaten him, utilized the Provoker and subjected him to the Embrace of Pain. Nothing would make him talk, and now he was on his feet in the very grashal of his torturing, fighting a very large group of warriors. But there was another jedi at his side, one Seinheild knew nothing about. Was this one as resiliant as the red saurian master? Were they all as resiliant? Still Seinheild showed no concern.

He felt an uncomfortable envy toward this contact who said that he worked for non other than Shedao Shai. Domain Shai.

Was it true? How could this be proven true?

"What has the commander said of our efforts here, if anything? I am curious to know. And one more thing, when shall I expect this jeedai company to arrive?"

[Blue but beautiful]

"There is only one reason you have been rescued, intendant, and you know as well as I do what it is. His insult is bold, but not suprising.."

Nia Shul's brow furrowed with an angered curiosity that she wished she could have given voice to at this present moment in time, the gasses she had inhaled within the grashal had cause to make her throat feel like she'd swallowed a yanskac, cheplids and all.

"Do not allow him to make you his little Tsup... You should discourage it..by any means you feel necessary.."

Sai'dul's words sought to send her into a deep rooted hatred, he need not have bothered, Nia Shul already held much disdain for the older commander as it was, had he asked of her what Sai'dul was suggesting he would make her become, she would have no qualms about doing just what the young warrior had suggested. But in attempting to do so, if she succeeded in her actions, she would have ended her best chances of surviving the ordeal she would face when returning to one of the worldships.
One she was certain that Tln'aa Shoolb would not let her forget easily.

"I am all too aware of his insult, warrior." she returned in a harsh, strained sounding whisper as she watched Sai'dul leave. That one had every reason to dislike the commander also, blood relative or not, Nia Shul knew exactly what it was like to wish to take a parents place - especially if said parent had humiliated you on more than one occasion.

She leaned back against the smooth, cold wall of the chamber and listened now to the conversation across the way. Tln'aa Shoolb was not dead - and that at the moment meant that she certainly was.

---

"How many jeedai are you talking about? Five? Fifty? It doesnt really matter...they will not ruin what has happened here today."

Tln'aa Shoolb had made an rather dismissive gesture with one hand, but the commander would not see that. Instead he put it as eloquantly as he could, though he highly doubted the warrior would appreciate it.
"I am told a small group, perhaps five, perhaps less...they would not risk such a large scale operation with their numbers spread out in the galaxy. Consider it a small offering if you will. But they will arrive. You can take me at my word."

The villip's replicated features of the commander appeared to contort into an expression synonymous with a warriors more thoughtful moments. No doubt pondering the best course of action to take. How exactly Seinheild chose to deal with the Jeedai was not the consul's problem, he would be able to return to other matters when this was all over, with a sense of renewed respect from his peers. For now all that mattered was making sure Seinheild did succeed.
His last conversation with the Jeedai had not gone well at all, that problem would be resolved with his death on that infidel moon of Endor.
Such a pity, Shoolb thought, that he would not be there to end the dark Jeedai's life himself.

"What has the commander said of our efforts here, if anything? I am curious to know. And one more thing, when shall I expect this jeedai company to arrive?"

Tln'aa Shoolb resisted the urge to smirk, where did one begin to explain that?
"His contempt for the Praetorite vong knows few bounds, indeed he is seeking and near succeeding to erase the remainder of the mess they made at Helska 4. You would do well in aiding in the commanders task of bringing the truth to the infidels, by breaking these Jeedai and offering those worthy in sacrifice."

The consul's expression remained unreadable, it was a suggestion he hoped that the commander would take, it would dig him out of many holes in the process. He feared however, Seinheild would have other ideas.

[Elmira Val]

Alish Grahois had taken off after the Ewok into the quednak resting site, D'lap Grahois following close behind. The quednak'o were still peckish from the climax of the skirmish and would stampede if he made a wrong move.

They would not be in the company of other warriors for quite a while, until the commotion Grahois caused died down.

"You have the time it takes for Alish Grahois to finish making a fool of himself to convince me why I should let you go." Elmira said to Atto.

"And stop looking at me like that. Eergh. Seinheild doesn't do that..." She paused. The translator had interpreted her internal musing again.

He looked perplexed. The y-eskii-ill no doubt would have a chatter-filled response.

"None of your business. My father named me after a mantis-eater. The Miraque. I take after him. Awkward, considering I was placed in my mother's domain."

[wraith]

Ashen sneered in disgust as he cut through the middle of the head of the next yuuzhan warrior with his lightsaber. The lightsaber had effectively burnt through the flesh and jaw of the warrior. He really didn't have much choice in where to aim on these people. The force their ally as it was Nooktul and he could only fight off so much. He prayed that whatever he had in mind for the female yuuzhan vong that Atto took out would keep him safe.

Two more warriors came after the fallen first. The first shouted out something and brought his amphistaff in an arc at him effectively using it as a whip. Ashen managed to jump back from it and returned back to back with the kaleesh master.

*I know how stubborn kaleesh are but I think we should be getting after Atto don't you?!* he thought to Master Nooktul through the force at which point he tossed his saber ahead guiding it through the force ahead. The first warrior ducked it but the second wasn't so lucky, catching it straight through the skull. The first warrior angered stood up to charge him with the now hardened amphistaff. Ashen let him come as he kept his hand straight out and recalled the saber out. He positioned his free hand to make another motion of the force to turn the hilt to it's side slicing through the back of this one's head. He retook the hilt of the lightsaber quickly to prepare for the next group.

*If only these people could be effected through the force in the conventional way damn it.* He thought to himself. It wasn't as though he hadn't killed his own share in his time but this was starting to turn his stomach.

*I think it's time to get the hell out of here before they decide to simply destroy this place and take us with them.*

Killing your own to get to your enemy. The only thing he could think of was how proud these people would have made the sith.

[attomemhuhvoo]

Nootkul's saber made a figure eight arc, sending two yuuzhan vong reeling back against the grashal wall. Spread hands covered grotesque cauterized wounds, but the warriors were already on their second wind, and quickly converged on the kaleesh and human jedi, eyes full of vengeful rage.

"Keep resisting jeedai...at least you will die believing it was an honorable death.." A communal roar, in that strange language, and the yuuzhan vong came in for the final attack, unafraid, and driven with purpose.

The remaining warriors rushed the jedi. Seven of them. Nootkul held his saber before him with two hands. As they came within a few feet, he raised the thrumming blade up over one shoulder. Ashen did much the same. The kaleesh managed a grim, tight- mouthed smile at his human counterpart, shaking away a stray strand of black feather hair that fell across across his eyes at the same time.

"Stubborn? Whatever do you mea..... arrrahhh!!!!"

The seven vong put up a good fight and managed to stay alive for far longer than imagined. Nootkul aimed for heads, because the removal of limbs was no deturrant. Several of the barbarians found themselves in careless close proximity to the jedi's weapons, but continued to fight as hands, arms and even legs were removed from their personage.

Ashen and Nootkul looked at the half dozen headless bodies and turned to exit the grashal hole when a severed vong arm, still wielding an amphistaff, lashed about on the ground, narrowly missing the kaleesh's bare hock.

"Now that's stubborn!!" He said as he tossed the offending limb away into the corner with a batting of the saber.

They turned and sped out of the hole into the outside world just as more vong entered the lower grashal chamber. The two jedi sped away into the forest in search of the young padawan and his wiley 'captive'.

[Voh'nn Seinheild]

Now Seinheild smiled. Cold obsidian eyes sparked with a perverted joy. He was suspect that Tin'aa Shoolb was dumping garbage, getting rid of his masters problematic foes. That was, the jedi.

Perhaps these force driven infidels had been too much for his master Shedao Shai and his forces to handle?

They would not be for him.

He could hear the praise now. Seinheild and his forces, the destroyers of jedi. He would capture them all, and broadcast their executions via villip transmission to the warmasters. Two were already overcome in the grashal... The gods were smiling. He knew they were..

Seinheild was about to respond to Tin'aa Shoolb when a subordinate burst into view. His fear of inturrupting his commanders communique was only overshadowded by his fear of failing to report the facts. The subaltern dropped to one knee and crossed fists across his chest.

"Commander, the infidels...the jeedai..they have escaped!"

"What is this!!??" He roared. "Explain!!"

Elmira was out there. Occupied with one measly jedi whelp, he had no worries. The other two however...

[Elmira Val]

(urrrrk, antsy. Godmode. feel free to add dialogue that happens right before she says this and between)

"Can you play dead, jeedai?"
Elmira remembered she wanted to keep him around. Not to turn in to Seinheild. Her questioning was, for the most part, idle banter. If only she had remembered what to do before mouthing off. It was the blow the head, she thought. Normally, no not really. Too much time was being wasted on him. She stared at him for a response.

[attomemhuhvoo]

?


"Play dead? Well of course I can, but..."

Atto saw that he hadn't much choice in the matter. Even more of The Grahois finest were swarming near, and coming closer. He didn't trust Elmira, for he couldn't begin to fathom her intentions. Whatever they were, they didn't involve her turning him over to these monsters. He decided that she wanted to deliver him to the commander herself. Possibly as some sort of barter for an increase in position? Or something entirely differant still?

It wasn't logical. Giving up so easily, putting oneself in the open for certain doom. But to be a jedi wasn't always to be logical, he quickly reminded himself. This action would prolong his life more than facing domain Grahois warriors with no lightsaber, or ability to use the force on them.

Quickly the young y-eskii-ill dropped to the ground before Elmira's feet. He positioned his appendages in rag -doll lifeless position, and buried his face into the leaf covered soil, turning his head slightly so that he could take air in through slightly parted lips.

He couldn't see her. She could do anything now..kill him outright.

"Trust the enemy to make her move at a differant time.. It will not be now.. Trust her, for all it is worth.."

Atto exhaled most of the air from his lungs and flattened. Further enhancing his facade of death.. Heavy stepping feet crunched through the leaf litter. He hoped his portrayal of a deceased infidel was a good one....

[Elmira Val]

She didn't mind the inconvenience from a lack of blanket to be wrapped in. The image would have been of a disaster scene, and rescue workers leading a haggard victim from the burning wreck. She didn't think this. The warriors of domain Grahois looked strangely at the body she lugged around in the dim orange light, but didn't say anything. It was still warm; Elmira wondered if the infidel could do an even more convincing facade of death.

They offered no assistance, as expected from them. They escorted her to the entrance of the grashal. Seinheild would be there. The entrance opened into the drab foyer.

The highest ranking officer among her escorts reported briefly, and stepped aside. The Commander gestured for Elmira to come forward from the communications table to deposit the body for him to see. An ungraceful shove forward later, she fell forward on her knees and crossed both arms to hide the missing pectoral plate, and the attention-drawing tear in the oozlith cloaker. Elmira thought the male specimen behind her was snickering.
He looked a lot like Seinheild too.

"I have killed the infidel. He left me with no choice. You willed it. I would like to keep the body."

She took a breath like an Adorphong would spray the sea salt from its nostril.
Composed would describe it. Terse, quick. She looked in the periphery for the intendant. No doubt she would listen for ammunition.

"...Do you still wish for me to report to your quarters?" she whispered.

"If not...I feel like I have not done my due preperation on the Embrace of Pain. I ask permission to do so. You may strike me down for presuming"

[Blue but beautiful]

Nia Shul's surreptitious thoughts were broken abruptly by the sound of footsteps thudding into the grashal.
Pulling herself to her feet, trying her best to look as though she was a lot more steady than the after effects of the gas had made her, Nia turned her eyes to the entrance.

"All the grace of a rakamat yet none of the beauty," Nia Shul began mockingly. Though she was talking to a rather harassed looking subaltern, she had made sure her words would carry.
"Elmira Val, this is a surprise. When last I heard it, you were being manhandled by an infidel."

The subaltern had of course been the one to report such actions. Though no doubt Elmira Val would do her best to quash such rumours before they spread like the first abomination.
A queasy sensation filled Nia Shul's gut when she saw the lifeless body of the Jedi apprentice dragged along with the warrior.

"I have killed the infidel. He left me with no choice. You willed it. I would like to keep the body."

Nia Shul stood there doing her best not to let her jaw hit the floor. Elmira Val had followed through with that order? Despite her blatant abominable and unsavory interest in the Jeedai apprentice?!
No, something was afoot here, something incredibly wrong - and it was not just the scent of her own blood boiling.
At Nia Shul's back, she could hear the subaltern barely stifle a sniff and remark at what he so clearly felt was the intendants humiliation. There was no way in the unholy void that she was going to eat her own words now!

Stepping forward, Nia Shul did well to hide her anger shaken hands within the voluminous sleeves of her robeskin. The intendant got to within a pace or so of the motionless Jeedai, looked Elmira Val in the eye as if searching for the remnants of her lies, then crouched down to observe the fallen Y-eskii-ill youth.
After several moments of looking him over with her eyes, she stood again abruptly, blood rushing to her head causing her vision to blur for a second or two.

"How," she asked the warrior suspiciously - here in Seinheild's command grashal, she knew she would have no right to do so, and if he willed it, the intendant would have no choice but to be silent, else be silenced for good.
"How, exactly did you manage this?" she cast a one handed gesture over the Jeedai again, with keen interest to hear this particular tale.

[Elmira Val]

Unfortunately, the intendant had all the apt of a jealous bissop hound. Elmira spun around and pushed off the ground with one knee, arms no longer crossed. She stepped forward haughtily, until they were barely a foot apart.

"How? It was easy; I tricked the Jedi."

"He fell for it. I told him something apparently very infuriating among infidels after talking him into trusting me, and he thought he could hurt me. Me!" she laughed.

"It didn't work. Apparently, he couldn't control his powers and the Force he was ranting about backfired on him."

Any other explanation would escalate Nia Shul's suspicion exponentially. Elmira shot an equally bitter look back.

"How would have you done it?"
She asked back. Hopefully this would buy time until an interruption came up.