So far Chancellor Qui'Zere was greatly pleased with the progress of the negotiations. so far Ambassador Zhin had agreed to everything the Chancellor had presented without arguement. The populace loved him, he was very politically correct, and there were no arguements. Zhin Dwamor was like a dream come true.
They were sitting at a conclave table, and Zhin had negotiated his way to heirhood, convincing the Chancellor he would be running for office and would exxhibit extreme loyalty to Taloraan. There was something about Zhin that convinced Qui'Zere he was trustworthy.
Qui'Zere took a long puff from his Corellian cigar, before signing the final document. Zhin mimicked his moves, placing his own signature on the document.
"Zhin my boy, I don't think I've ever been more pleased with anyone before," he said, easing himself back in his chair. The Warmaster simply nodded his approval. <!--EZCODE ITALIC START-->
If only he knew<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->...Zhin thought, mentally smirking to himself.
"This shall turn out quite well," he said quite simply. Chancellor Qui'Zere rose from his seat and began walking toward the exit. But when he reached the door, he turned, his bare face exposing a bright smile.
"There is a surprise for you in your room," Qui'Zere said with a wink before exiting the chamber. The Yuuzhan Vong Warmaster nearly found himself gagging from all the formality presented. But judging by the time, he would have to go to his room and make some last minute preparations before landing his forces.
He looked at the document on the table through tired, groggy eyes, and had to smile at himself through the disguise. How easily Humans were manipulated. Chancellor Qui'Zere was just begging the Praetorite vong to crush his pitiful galaxy. But there was nothing mroe he could do today, and therefore exited to his chambers.
Many times he was stopped to greet someone, or to answer some petty question of no importance. humans were too openly curious. But finally, after much delay, he arrived at the silver coated door that were his private chambers. The Warmaster entered the code into the pad, which opened the door and allowed him to enter. But his awrrior senses told him something was wrong, even before he entered...there was someone else in the room.
He reached for his staff, taking the grip tightly as he entered. All warrior senses were honed and ready, hand ready to strike down his enemy. But when Zhin entered the room he saw something he did not expect. Lying sprawled out on his bed in all seductive form possible lay a bare blue skinned Twi'let woman. His jaw took a downward leap to the floor when he saw her, ecstasy dripping from her pleasure begging face.
"Who are you?" the Warmaster demanded, but the woman's face remained neutral, she was used to this.
"My name is Starlight," she said, her tone seductive and nearly moan filled. "Your temptress for the night."
"Who sent you?"
"Chancellor Qui'Zere of course," ehs aid, rising from her position on the bed and pressing her body against the Yuuzhan Vong's. He elt go of his grip on the staff, this must have been the surprise he was talking about. Before he could ask any furhter questions, she silenced him with a tender kiss. It took a long moment, but when the two sets of lips broke, the Twi'let wmoan wasted no time in placing his hand on her chest. "Take me Ambassador," she moaned...Zhin knew what she wanted...and he would give it to her.
The Warmaster tore off of her, after nearly two hours of screams and moans, and he collapsed on the bed next to her. The Twi'let was still panting for breath, her chest heaving up and down under the blankets. Zhin's face however, was neutral. he did indeed enjoy himself, but he would never admit how much.
"I must relieve myself," I shall return," he said, and tucked himself out of the bed, heading toward the restroom. When he entered, the Warmaster made sure the door was shut and no one could hear from the other side. he winced as the ooglith cloaker began to tear away thet false skin, dropping large lumps of it on the floor. He bit down on his bottom lip as not to scream out in exquisitive splending pain.
The Warmaster, now in his full Yuuzhan Vong form, removed his villip and set it on the sink. He awaited it to transform to the shape of Prefect Xvel. The other Yuuzhan Vong grinned excitedly.
"Warmaster Zhin, you honor me with your presence, even if just over villip," the villip told him in the Yuuzhan Vong tongue. Zhin nodded his approval.
"Is everything ready for your landing?"
"Yes Warmaster, the Yammosk tells us that there is a specific location it would like us to land at."
"Very good, I would like you to graze the city on your way down," Zhin stressed, wrapping his hands around his back. The villip nodded.
"Yes Warmaster Zhin, I understand, Prefect Xvel out," the puddy wnet back to a sudme on the sink, and the plan was set out. But something that was not planned occurred. The door's knob jingled, and the door ebgan to open.
"Love? Who're you talking to?" the Twi'let asked, peeking her head in. but her eyse suddenly went wide with horror at the Yuuzhan Vong's true sight. She let out a horrified scream, and dropped the blanket to the ground, stepping back and preparing to flee. However, the Warmaster's staff, now transforming into its snake self, rammed and clenced into her gut, silnecing her.
"Dchu da bre maylee more!" were the last words she heard as everything went black...and before she died. The plans would have to move quicker.
