Sun Oct 02, 2011 10:04 am by Nem Yin
*If there was anything to said about the Chom-Vrone, it was that they were very persistent in their assigned task. A voracious appetite and lack of sentience made them well suited for the repetitive role of a mining beast. Over and over they devoured pounds of rock, digesting it in their acidic belly juices and excreting precious metal from their rump. Asteroids with cores of pure nickel soon collapsed in on themselves, absorbed to the point where they were naught but hollow shells. After the consumption of each, yorik-et manipulated their dovin basals to help ferry the worms to the nearest or next asteroid on their list, while others saw to the transfer of collected resources to the Vua'spar idling nearby.*
*Positioned on a thorn-seat in his chamber, Skellion Choka conversed with Alith Yin via villip.* *The Praetorite Command was currently in the Roch Asteroids, performing much the same task as Yammka's Claw. It would seem that the Praetorite's focus for the time being was the acquisition of resources to feed their ships. No better supply could be found than within the treacherous fields of asteroids. They also served a dual purpose of concealing the marauders movements within infidel space, which was well given they had taken to piratical type actions as of late.* *After relaying a report to his superior, Skellion put his villip to sleep and rose from the painful creature he had been seated upon. A pop sounded as the seats thorns released their grip on the Commander, ceasing their attempts to feed on his blood. The warrior ran a piece of robeskin cloth over his backside to wipe away clinging droplets of blood, then adorned a set on Vonduun skerr kyrric before retaking the bridge.*
*It wouldn't be long now before their hold was completely full. When that happened they'd likely have to return home to relieve their cargo and resupply, unless of course the already stretched Praetorite came up with some method of transferring the cargo for them. It wasn't exactly easy to move in and out of the field, making each trip into its depths an expensive endeavor.*
*Now back among his underlings at the center of the Vua'spar's bridge, Skellion allowed his mqaaq'it to drift to the blaze-bug readout of the current time. His thoughts turned towards Jarulek, the Intendant he had sent on a mission to investigate the infidel facility on the opposite end of the field.* *How was the treacherous Vong fairing, he wondered. Given the perilous nature of the mission he had been sent on, there was a high probability that he had been caught while performing his investigation. A likely outcome, but one the Commander hoped hadn't transpired. Not because he cared, but rather, because his supply of yorik-et were limited. Preferably they would return home to the seed world with just as many as they had departed with.*