Be warned, part of this chapter is basically ripped from Force Heretic: Remnant, because i thought the setting for it was ridiculous there. Other than that, enjoy!
"Nas Choka! The Blade of the Gods! Arise!"
As Shimmra, Supreme Overlord of the Yuuzhan Vong pronounced these words in the ancient language, Nas Choka, new Warmaster of the Yuuzhan Vong fleets, stood. The grueling ritual of sacrifice he had just partook was finally over. He had been granted new shoulder implants to hold the living cloak that was the mark of the Warmaster as well as a Tsaisi, the shorter, baton-like breed of amphistaff reserved for the highest leaders of the warrior caste.
"do-ro'ik vong pratte!" Chokas shout echoed across the ceremonial room, in the bowels of Shimmras citadel on recently captures Coruscant, now Yuuzhan'tar. Meaning "Woe to our enemies," it was the battle cry of every Yuuzhan Vong warrior. Choka followed it with "Long live Shimmra, beloved of the Gods!"
"Ai' tanna Shimrra khotte Yun'o!"
At that same time, a worried looking Yuuzhan Vong ducked into an alleyway in what used to be the section of Coruscant known as The Works, and had been a hotbed of criminal activities in its day. He moved like one shamed, but he was void of any physical deformities. In fact, besides an odd looking eyeball, he seemed to be mostly free of any of the scars or implants that designated Yuuzhan Vong at all. Until recently, he had been a prefect in the intendant caste, and one of the most famous Yuuzhan Vong in the galaxy. Now, after indirectly causing the loss of millions of troops and war material at Ebaq 9, he had been expected, no, required, to present himself for sacrifice to the Gods. But, Nom Anor never had believed much in the Gods. He had killed his superior, High Prefect Yoog Skell, and escaped the Sacred Precinct, which stood where the seat of the Republic government had before it fell. He had made his way into a section of the planet where the worldshaping had yet to fully embrace, leaving many areas still the hard and cold metal of the planet's former masters. Nom Anor took a second to glance up at the sky and curse Shimmra and everyone who had caused him to fall this far, then quickly moved off into a shade of trees nestled in between what had once been office buildings.
On the bridge of Yammka's Mount, flagship of the Yuuzhan Vong fleet, Nas Choka addressed his Supreme Commanders.
"With the exception of Commander Vorrik, who at this moment is en route to finally clease the so-called Imperial Remnant, the main goal of the fleets will be to consolidate what we have and try to group our forces closer. My predecessor's exploits have left our fleets stretched thin, focusing too much effort..."
At this point he was cut off by Supreme Commander Maal domain Lah, the youngest Supreme Commander present, and from the same domain as Choka's predecessor Tsavong Lah. "The great Tsavong Lah destroyed the foundation of the infeedel New Republic and captured us glorious Yuuzhan'tar,"
"That he did, but he also lost us millions of troops and ships, and his obsession with the Jeedai drew him into many battles where he was overmatched. At Ebaq, he surrendered his forces for destruction, to this supposedly foundation-less New Republic, to chase after a handful of these so-called warriors, and he still managed to fail in the process!"
Maal lahstarted to respond, but Choka continued.
"Tsavong domain Lah's faith and fanaticism kept him from seeing the larger goal, that of winning battles! If all out fleets dive into battle with only the thought of self-enlightenment and jeedai guiding them, we will lose all we have accomplished so far!" Choka straightened himself. "This is precisely the reason I have called you here today. If our glorious fleets are to ever defeat these insolent infidels, we must show more restraint and understanding of the enemy"
"Are you suggesting we turn and run like the cowardly infidels themselves?" asked Thorkra domain Lah, a veteran commander who had orchestrated the capture of Bimmiel and the pacification of Gyndine.
"No, I demand, that we start to realize that our resources are not limitless. The fleets can no longer afford to rush headlong into the fray with no thought to strategy besides fighting to the last. We must comprehend that that the greater glory will belong to those who are alive to see every infidel in this galaxy brought to see the glory of Yun'Yuuzhan, or crushed under our might. Return to your fleets, and remember that Yun-Yammka exalts only the victorious"
As the commanders made their way towards the docking arm of Yammka's Mount, the two who had questioned the Warmaster's decision waited until the others had moved on, then turned to each other.
"He intends to turn us all into… into shamed ones" declared Thorkra Val. "I would sooner sacrifice myself to the Gods than obey this blasphemous order" He pulled out his coufee as if he was going to cut himself open right then and there, then he seemed to think better of it and resheathed it.
He turned to Maal Lah "A Lah has been warmaster since before the days of this invasion, why now must we fall under the command of this honorless Ngdin who would have us give up what makes us warriors? We should be in command of the fleets, not this blasphemous heretic!"
"Calm down" snarled Maal Lah. "As right as you are, rushing back there and demanding a duel is not the correct path. It would shame our domain even more to show our disagreement with our new warmaster."
Thorkra slammed his fist into the mushy membrane of the wall "Then what is to happen, Maal Lah? Are we to sit blindly in the shadows as the warriors slowly become the infidels ourselves?"
"No, I said that we could not publicly show our disagreement, but if Nas Choka was to have an accident," He said the word with a strange glint in his eye and a wicked grin "One of us might be in the perfect position to take over."
Thorkra's head snapped up to look at Maal Lah. "You're beginning to sound a lot like a intendant, Maal Lah, warriors do not operate in the shadows. Yun-Yammka's glory should be in the light for all to see and fear"
"I beg to differ, Thorkra Val, was it not hiding in the shadows of infidel ships that won us Coruscant? The shadows are the paradise of the warrior, where one can make his plans without being under the inspection of his enemy." Maal Lah gave Thorkra a sharp glance as he heard the footsteps of marching warriors approaching.
"Gather your most loyal, strongest fighters. We will discuss this matter later" he whispered
Thorkra nodded, and the two commanders sauntered off in the direction of the docking arm.