The twin suns were setting, the sky illuminated with a red
coloration. The small group of humanoids trudged through the forest.
Insects buzzing and flying about in the humid and heavy air.
"Why did we have to come to THIS planet?"
"Because the Vong have been showing an interest in this planet that could be interpreted as obsessive."
"Ahhh..."
"What is it?"
"I think we're coming to a clearing."
"Hea, good. I'm getting sick of all these plants."
They picked up their pace. But after only a short while the person in the front stopped suddenly.
"Anakin, what is it?"
Nothing but silence. The others stepped forward to see what was going on.
"How..."
"What sort of monster could do this?"
For as far as the eye could see, were nothing but bodies, or rather, nothing but corpses. All Yuuzhan Vong. There were some impaled by shafts of wood sticking out of the ground. The heads of some had somehow found their way onto wooden poles as well. The place reeked of the sour scent of death. There were birds, pecking at the corpses.
"Look at their faces. They were scared, all of them."
"Maybe we should get out of here. I mean, whatever did this is surely a force to be reckoned with. None of us are strong enough to compete with something that could strike terror into the hearts of the Vong."
"Do you hear that?"
"It sounds like music..."
The air was filled with a faint sound. Somber and solemn.
"I'm going to see where that's coming from."
"But..."
Anakin march forward, towards the source of the sound. He was forced to stop to throw up several times. The stench of the corpses laying under the hot suns was overwhelming. Finally he got to an area that was not littered with corpses. Instead, were hundreds of wooden crosses sticking out of the ground, and in the middle of these crosses, was the source of the sound he had followed. A woman wearing what seemed to be black combat armor. She had long black hair, and a tail covered in short, black fur. She sat cross legged, playing some sort of flute.
There was a crackling noise. The woman stopped playing and sat still for a second. Anakin's heart jumped. He had stepped on some twigs. The woman slowly turned her head around. She sat there, staring at Anakin, one eye swelled shut. She was no older than Anakin. She was covered in dirt, blood, bruises, and cuts, but the only thought that went through Anakin's mind, was that she was very beautiful.
"Why did we have to come to THIS planet?"
"Because the Vong have been showing an interest in this planet that could be interpreted as obsessive."
"Ahhh..."
"What is it?"
"I think we're coming to a clearing."
"Hea, good. I'm getting sick of all these plants."
They picked up their pace. But after only a short while the person in the front stopped suddenly.
"Anakin, what is it?"
Nothing but silence. The others stepped forward to see what was going on.
"How..."
"What sort of monster could do this?"
For as far as the eye could see, were nothing but bodies, or rather, nothing but corpses. All Yuuzhan Vong. There were some impaled by shafts of wood sticking out of the ground. The heads of some had somehow found their way onto wooden poles as well. The place reeked of the sour scent of death. There were birds, pecking at the corpses.
"Look at their faces. They were scared, all of them."
"Maybe we should get out of here. I mean, whatever did this is surely a force to be reckoned with. None of us are strong enough to compete with something that could strike terror into the hearts of the Vong."
"Do you hear that?"
"It sounds like music..."
The air was filled with a faint sound. Somber and solemn.
"I'm going to see where that's coming from."
"But..."
Anakin march forward, towards the source of the sound. He was forced to stop to throw up several times. The stench of the corpses laying under the hot suns was overwhelming. Finally he got to an area that was not littered with corpses. Instead, were hundreds of wooden crosses sticking out of the ground, and in the middle of these crosses, was the source of the sound he had followed. A woman wearing what seemed to be black combat armor. She had long black hair, and a tail covered in short, black fur. She sat cross legged, playing some sort of flute.
There was a crackling noise. The woman stopped playing and sat still for a second. Anakin's heart jumped. He had stepped on some twigs. The woman slowly turned her head around. She sat there, staring at Anakin, one eye swelled shut. She was no older than Anakin. She was covered in dirt, blood, bruises, and cuts, but the only thought that went through Anakin's mind, was that she was very beautiful.