The morning sun peeked through the open window of a long abandoned temple on Dathomir. The sun streamed down towards a meditating young chiss in the middle of the room. Surrounding him was darkness in the form the insectoid creatures known to the galaxy as Xenomorphs. Some of these creatures rested; others wrestled and trained for their next battle. The room smelled like a chemical lab mixed with the smell of whipped up or soiled sand. The shattered walls of the temple cracked even more so when the Xenomorphs crashed into them. The temple itself trembled every once in awhile when their master was angry with them.
Vinctus thought to himself, "Three hours of meditation, and my children cannot stand to wait any longer. They must learn to wait, to let their hunger to drive them to be more aggressive, and therefore more lethal." He raised his hand up when they started to act up, and they came to attention. The tension in the room drew to a halt any time their Lord willed it. Vinctus reveled in the power, lusting for more power. The Sith Lord then continued his training, thinking of how he could conquer the galaxy with his army. Once again, the pleasure was all in his thoughts. During all of this, his creatures grew more restless. They started getting loud.
Eventually they annoyed Vinctus enough to where he stood up. All of the Xenomorphs bowed before their master. "Like the dogs you are," Thought Vinctus, "I will feed you your next meal." They let out screeches, which in his memory described happiness, as they sprinted out of the temple. Like spiders out of the egg, they escaped the temple through every crevice. Vinctus smiled as he followed behind his army on a speeder, taken as a token of the first massacre. On the way to the next village, he thought of how many settlements had been destroyed.
"One, two, ten..." he chortled to himself as they were lead to the next settlement. Vinctus laughed at the idea of the impregnation of the entire village. All he had to do from that point was have the creatures feast upon the corpses of the fallen, and the new children would follow their father, as all of them had done before. They set up their encampment on the far west of the town. Then he sent in the "face-huggers" to do their job. The screams heard in the air that night signified all he needed to happen.
Two days later, he stood on the outskirts of Kalahari, the settlement he had chosen for the next breeding grounds. Dead bodies littered the streets of the town, with split open bellies, it had looked as if they had all be mutilated. His soldiers enjoying their feast of the remaining alive and the rotting corpses, as the new creatures attache to older ones. He lead them back to their temple, and they were satisfied. He then led himself to his original spot, and continued to meditate on the force. He felt a disturbance, as if someone was trying to find him. He welcomed the thought, and waited for the presence to reveal itself. He put many of the soldiers on protection duty as he waited for the threat to arrive.
Vinctus thought to himself, "Three hours of meditation, and my children cannot stand to wait any longer. They must learn to wait, to let their hunger to drive them to be more aggressive, and therefore more lethal." He raised his hand up when they started to act up, and they came to attention. The tension in the room drew to a halt any time their Lord willed it. Vinctus reveled in the power, lusting for more power. The Sith Lord then continued his training, thinking of how he could conquer the galaxy with his army. Once again, the pleasure was all in his thoughts. During all of this, his creatures grew more restless. They started getting loud.
Eventually they annoyed Vinctus enough to where he stood up. All of the Xenomorphs bowed before their master. "Like the dogs you are," Thought Vinctus, "I will feed you your next meal." They let out screeches, which in his memory described happiness, as they sprinted out of the temple. Like spiders out of the egg, they escaped the temple through every crevice. Vinctus smiled as he followed behind his army on a speeder, taken as a token of the first massacre. On the way to the next village, he thought of how many settlements had been destroyed.
"One, two, ten..." he chortled to himself as they were lead to the next settlement. Vinctus laughed at the idea of the impregnation of the entire village. All he had to do from that point was have the creatures feast upon the corpses of the fallen, and the new children would follow their father, as all of them had done before. They set up their encampment on the far west of the town. Then he sent in the "face-huggers" to do their job. The screams heard in the air that night signified all he needed to happen.
Two days later, he stood on the outskirts of Kalahari, the settlement he had chosen for the next breeding grounds. Dead bodies littered the streets of the town, with split open bellies, it had looked as if they had all be mutilated. His soldiers enjoying their feast of the remaining alive and the rotting corpses, as the new creatures attache to older ones. He lead them back to their temple, and they were satisfied. He then led himself to his original spot, and continued to meditate on the force. He felt a disturbance, as if someone was trying to find him. He welcomed the thought, and waited for the presence to reveal itself. He put many of the soldiers on protection duty as he waited for the threat to arrive.