Slayer

Urir Jamaane, a well-known Jamaane Warrior Comander, stood aboard the Flower of Light, a larger vessel than his that, in all honesty, he would have been more well suited to command than the decrepit visage of the past he was put in charge of by the Supreme Commander himself. Aboard this vessel were almost exclusively those of his own Domain, one he had been in line to lead once in his past, though it was passed up for several other more favorable candidates. And yet the 'grandfather' of all the Jamaane, Jakan, was still the power of the Jamaane warriors.

Aboard this vessel was the Jeedai emissary, Miri. He had never been particularly fond of the Jeedai, even the caste of his own people. He harbored a kind of negative disposition towards the Jeedai native to this galaxy, though it may be from a somewhat biased position of being one of the few Yuuzhan Vong still a void in 'the Force'. Either way he would give her respect as he would anyone the NeoVong Confederacy allowed to even know where one of their own ships was at the time.

He had made the customary introductions between himself and others of his Domain aboard the ship, and the few that were not of his Caste as well. He would have introduced himself to the true Jeedai, but the command given by Jakan was not to introduce himself further but to speak of his findings.

"Tsii dau poonsii," the Commander spoke up over the lower-Commanders and those speaking above their positions, his own Vonduun Crab seeming to bow itself to the power of this Warrior's voice. He heard the customary 'belek tiu' from a few, the Yuuzhan Vong way of either asking permission to speak or recognizing someone greater than they.

Further speaking his own language he would give his report, one that a few here already knew. "A Klekket have I spent on the fringes of the space of these...Siith. Those familiar with the heresy of the most powerful and most shamed grandfather of the Jamaane know the stories of what I have seen." He could feel the change in emotion aboard this vessel, one he wondered if Jakan felt a change in the Flower itself.

He waited one more moment, his patience wearing thin. He cared less about how the representatives of the Jamaane felt for his mention of the Supreme Commander that oversaw the fall of the Yuuzhan Vong by the 'Skywalkers', weak enough to be manipulated by Onimi, and was both the beginning and end of the Jeedai Heresy. Despite time having gone by, the Jamaane would know the history of their Domain best - and his report would bring out the spirit of each Warrior in this room.

"There are Vong who have turned from our Confederacy, Kane a bar Vong who have turned from our gods to worship and work with these Siith. Shimrra's heretical abominations are being created, being brought back by our pratte!"

He paced the room, looking to commanders and sub-commanders who understood best the implications. He then pulled out a villip, the Yuuzhan Vong's form of communication, and laid it down. Suddenly it began to morph into different images. "One of mine is currently watching. This is the heresy of the Vong shapers and Siith alchemies." The villip morphed until a picture became clear, at least to the Yuuzhan Vong in the room, what the disgraceful 'vong' and their Sith masters were doing. "These are Shimrra's. These are Slayers, bred enemies of the Jeedai."

After a moment the villip formed back into it's original shape and Urir grabbed it up, tucking it back into a small pouch off his 'belt'. He then turned to Malik and Jakar Jamaane to allow them to finish, as he knew not out of certainty what the will of the Warmaster was. "Belek tiu Jakar," he spoke, ushering the Us-hrok as a sign of deep respect. He then took his place, placing hand over the head of the agitated Amphistaff wrapping itself over a shoulder and down his arm.post

Urir was surprised, though he did not show it. He was sure that Jakan or even the real Jeedai would have heard official orders from higher. However, it was also understandable if Jakan were the one to have authority over what should happen with these abominations. He was impressed with the young emissary's knowledge of their history, though it too was understandable. However, her mention of the Force as well as Jakan's expression and question, set his mind to a more disagreeable point.

"Who else could it be," the Commander asked in a flat, yet rhetorical manner. "Than those who created them first; the Shapers of Domain Kwaad."

"Their heresies have long been known," a Sub-Commander spoke, despite it being out of place. "They are one of he only Domains known to support the Sith, and it was their own Most High Shaper who made them first. It would make sense if they were the ones to do so."

Despite the Sub-Commander essentially interrupting a superior, Urir's only response was a distasteful glance, more for a statement that could express that the Sub-Commander questions Urir Jamaane's information. "I am not fool enough to make a report without verifying my information, Sub-Commander. An Adept sent away has made good feeding for my Yuuzhan Zhaelor."

Urir looked back to Jakan and the true Jeedai, noticing the gesture the Sub-Commander made silently as an apology. He would be spared, as despite Urir being more traditionalist than most Domain Jamaane he still held a capacity for letting things slide. Of course, if he did it again Urir might gift the Sub-Commander a visit to his beloved Chair of Pain. "I believe it is your decision, Commander Jakan, what we are to do in dealing with this?"

Urir wanted nothing more than to beat this young Jedi into the 'floor', though it was not because she was being assigned to his ship. It was technically viewed as a great honor. No, he just hated true Jeedai. Actually, he hated all Jeedai, including the NeoVong Jeedai. They allowed a false worship of them because it allows for 'peace', but it weakens all that are involved and spreads fiction. He simply wanted to make an example of her. After all, the Yuuzhan Jeedai did not actually worship the Force. They worship the true Jeedai who wield it.

Hiding his contempt for Jeedai his face contorted to what it could as a smile and he bowed his head. There was a complete logical fallacy in the way she presented herself to come aboard his ship. Actually, there numerous, and he wondered if she took him as a fool or if she herself was a fool. Either way he would, once more, keep it to himself. "Of course, Jeedai Miri Drakaar. It would be an honor to have you." His tone was far from flat, but actually conveyed what might be convincing sincerity. He didn't care if she knew he did not appreciate her. He only cared if his superiors knew.

He looked to Jakan and Malik and gave a farewell gesture of respect. "Come, Jeedai Miri. I do believe it is time to leave and the Yuuzhan Zhaelor is uncomfortable when around the newer ship forms for too long."

Turning to leave he clasped his hands behind his back. The Amphistaff had finally seemed to let it's tension go, which certainly gave him better posterity. The plasma eel, however, was hissing as it wrapped around his hip. It knew the frustration Urir was feeling concerning Domain Kwaad and would only calm when his own frustrations left him. If anything ever told his emotions truthfully it would be the betrayal of his own weapons. However, they were also well trained and better mannered in situations where he needed them to be still.

A thought stirred in Urir's mind as he walked concerning the Kwaad, however. Open war between Domains was not something anyone under the Warmaster, or perhaps even the Supreme Commander himself could, or would allow. However, with Jeedai Miri in his care he could defend her. The Jeedai could make for useful bait in seeing the Slayers destroyed, especially seeing as their foes were failed experiments and Shapers and the Jeedai herself likely a match for him - if not greater. Should the chance arise he would take it, and the thought filled his contempt-filled heart with warmth.

Urir was a little annoyed the human girl had stalled to further speak with Jakan. He couldn't be sure what she was holding back for but he did have to wonder how much the Jeedai could tell of him from this mysterious 'Force', if there was anything at all. But it did not matter because once aboard his ship he would not have to be quite as outwardly nice. He would not dishonor himself, his ship, caste, or Domain, but he did not have to be quite as friendly on the outside. There were many who believed the same way he did, even among the Jamaane, which allowed more room for open distaste of the Jeedai despite the Priests having been replaced by the NeoVong Jeedai.

When she caught back up and noted she was ready to leave he released his hands and let himself step more into his stride, only keeping short of his natural stride as the true Jeedai was a good bit shorter and thus naturally slower than he. "Good," the warrior said, still holding back a more gruff tone. The only reason he did not state the Zhaelor would be noticable was because of what little he knew of the Force, in that she would likely find it with both her eyes and the Coralskipper's own eyes blinded.

He stepped onto the biot platform that would take them to the 'bay' where the starfighter analogues were waiting to be taken away. In the mean time he had only a single question for the Jeedai. "Answer me something I have yet to understand, Jeedai Miri. What is the important of this supposedly omni-present Force?" He didn't even bother to look at her. It wasn't truly a question that was entirely out of spite for what she embodied in his mind, though it was still there, but rather a gauge. He wanted to know something about someone he was taking aboard the ship that puts him in one of the most precarious and potentially dangerous positions in nearly the entire NeoVong Confederacy military.