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Amidala_Skywalker Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Jul '01	Date Posted: 1/18/03 10:55pm Subject: Overshadowing the Moon (NJO - Massive AU, Adventure, Romance. H/L, L/M, etc. Updated: 1/24/03) - Date Edited: 1/23/03 8:51pm (8 edits total) Edited By: Amidala_Skywalker
	Welcome to my latest piece of work! Thank you for clicking! It’s been so long since I posted a new story, that I half-expected to not know which buttons to click. I think Lady Luck is on my side today. Firstly, I’d like to extend a big thank you and huggies to my handmaiden society. I’d also like to thank obaona for the title and beta-reading. And last, but not least, all those who are intending to read. Before you read on, I would just like to say that this is a major AU, and if I use characters that were killed in a recent issue of the books, forgive me. I enjoyed “Star By Star” and this story will probably be a branch off from there. Oh, and yes, Anakin Solo is dead. This tale does involve nearly all the central characters from the books. This isn’t just H/L, as I’ll try to deal with all the couplings. Overshadowing the Moon Summary: In a galaxy where the Yuuzhan Vong have won the war, an Alliance rises from the ashes to destroy the invasion. Han and Leia Organa Solo find themselves centre to conflict again, and this time, they have sacrificed something most precious. There is only one hope for billions of enslaved citizens – Haven, a myth of a hidden free world. Along with familiar characters, new allies, and new circumstances, this is a fight to retain the right of freedom. Chapter One -- Yuuzhan Vong. They came in mutilated organic ships, grown for their hunger to purge the galaxy of the unclean. But their ways were perverse, cruel to the shells they inhibit, boasting a religion endorsing brutality. They were the living dead; cut, pricked, slashed, bled, murdered for their Gods of the Underworld. They were not prone to weakness. Warriors of their race, butchers of others. They bowed to no treaty, no pact, for the word of an infidel meant nothing to them. They were an invasion – a plague spread across the galaxy, ever consuming – unstoppable, like the icy flood of water running through cracks of ice. Their race conquered and were silenced by nothing, not even the virtuous Force. It did not have ears to the treachery, succumbing to the shadow, and the convergence of the line between life and death. There was so much blood. Too many battles, with the losses of too many families. The New Republic fell to ruins. The hand of their power was crushed by the blue-veined foot of the enemy. People lay in dismay at the defeat of hope, seeing what once was so glorious become banished, trodden by creatures who felt no guilt at their actions. They refused to bear the corpse of fault. Teeth enamoured with liquid poison, hunched and deranged with their fury, fed off the souls of saviours. Those of the Jedi were hunted, taken one by one, dragged to monsters of the darkness, who knew no mercy for even children. These beasts were not given the capacity to choose their destiny. The choice was made for them. Gore. It was sickly medicine for the Yuuzhan Vong masters. They dealt the cards, played their hand of pleasure, and were awarded the martyrs of the foe. The screaming would never stop. It haunted the memories of millions, entered their dreams and smiled at its malicious victory. A smirk. A shiver. A lonesome cry to the dead. The worshipping and the taste of a gruesome conquest. If the torment stopped, you were dead before you realised. Darkness instilled itself in each of us, pumped its will through veins, broadcasted teachings of terror, and screamed for us to realise its dream. We must fight the darkness, repel it and let it feed on its own squander, because if we answer its call, the light within vanishes. The Yuuzhan Vong understand it. They are friend, companion, tool, and spawn. Once you taste the juices that weep from its fingertips, there is no going astray or any chance of it relinquishing your soul. It owns you. It will keep you. Like it kept one of our own. When the galaxy had collapsed, a rebellion rose above the ashes. They are the only ones to fight the living dead, in the defence of those who wish for their death. But that isn’t everything. There is much more, but little time to say anything. At the heart of this assault, one who was to save many has slaughtered them instead. He had given up his light, and bowed to the temptation. Brown eyes. Beautiful and round. They were depths of coloured pools. The enthusiasm, the trust, the innocence, and the love in them had been long laid to rest. Now he sits beside the ones who will kill me, and people like me. In a darkened room, I see him every night, and every night I cry at the scars bruising his body. And every night, he utters one word: “Mother.” -- “Leia, snap out of it!” Blur. “Leia!” The voice was familiar, and it kept echoing in her mind. It held a strong tone, a loud volume, and intense concern. A shiver ran down her spine, a sudden feeling of ice coating her skin overwhelming her. “I wish you wouldn’t keep doing this to yourself.” Arms were around her, giving her warmth, security, and a sanctuary of sorts. She trusted whoever held her so gently more than anyone in her lifetime. She needed to tell him what she had seen to free herself of this guilt, this torture. Reality was hitting her full force. The truth hurt more than any torture she had experienced. Her eyelids flicked open. Her lungs burning for air. In a choked, broken voice, she forced words out. “They’re coming.” Tears fell from her eyes, as her composure dissolved into strangled sobs. Her body shook under the weight of her sadness, and her ears filled with the screams of her cries. She was terrified of what she knew and also, the unknown. She needed the pillars of strength to pull her back up again to face the murky clouds congregated above her. But cracked and disintegrated, they refused to move. “They’re not coming, sweetheart,” Han soothed. “We won’t let them.” Grasping at his tunic, she scrunched her hand into a fist. “I saw him again. He was one of them – twisted and shaped in their image.” “He was taken over a year ago, Leia. You haven’t stopped mourning him since,” Han said, pulling her back to look into her eyes. “If we don’t focus on our mission, we’ll lose the war and any chance we have of saving him.” She burned with rage at this. “If I stop remembering him, then he will be forgotten. Jaina has forgotten him. You want to dismiss him,” she paused, straightening her jaw. “I will not turn my back on our son.” “When, Leia? When did I ever think of dismissing him?” Leia struggled to pry herself from his grip, tugging her arms away. “You keep thinking it. I know you Han Solo, better than even you know yourself.” Han let go of her instantly. She stepped backwards, crossing her arms over her chest. Leia was a sight for sore eyes, and every bit the Princess she was, despite her tear-stained face. “Leia, don’t confuse me for the enemy—” “Are you calling your child the enemy?” Leia interrupted, her tone reserved betraying what she felt inside. “Now, wait, hold on a minute,” Han responded, waving his hand for her to stop. “Don’t take this out on me. I love you and I love Jacen, and I would do anything to get him back.” Leia found herself having more comebacks than she knew what to do with, but the pure emotion in Han’s voice left her stunned. This was a father privately grieving for his dearly loved son. She bowed her head, letting another tear escape her and dribble down her pale face before splashing against the floor. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, shaking her head. “I shouldn’t have used you to relieve my frustration.” Han approached her, a sly grin broadening across his features. “Hey, what are husbands for?” Leia smiled and attempted a chuckle. Her eyes rose to meet his, and they became transfixed in each other. Reaching up, Leia pushed a stray strand of hair back into place and ruffled his greying locks. They both managed another smile as Han’s lips engulfed hers. The kiss was tender, with their mouths barely touching, though heat still radiated through their bodies. If Leia concentrated hard enough, she could have sworn tears intermingled their soft joining. But she wasn’t the one crying. A shrill bleep disrupted any further activity. Drawing herself out of her husband’s embrace, Leia sighed and made move to answer the message. Han’s hand on her wrist stopped her, and when she glanced back at him eyebrows raised, she noticed he had covered his emotions with an impassive mask. He seemed unaffected by what had just occurred. Sometimes Leia envied the sarcasm he hid behind, and how easy he made it seem to lie. “I’ll answer it. You know who it is, anyway,” he offered. “You go and get yourself cleaned up in the ‘fresher.” Nodding her thanks, she ducked out of the room. It was true – she knew who it was. The Alliance Council, of which she held a seat on, were assigning her another mission. For the past month, she had been infiltrating slave camps on several different Yuuzhan Vong-controlled worlds, rescuing a mixture of Alliance members and Jedi on the side. So far they had been successful, but she wasn’t willing to take her chances. The Yuuzhan Vong now controlled nearly all of the inhabitable worlds in the galaxy, and on such planets, slave camps were built for the populace to stay and serve their new masters through labour. Billions of people were made to work everyday in poverty conditions. Every month thousands died from disease, hunger, or lack of medical care. It was disgusting, and it wasn’t about to stop. The Vong liked it this way. Leia knew she couldn’t save everybody. If she managed to rescue one person, she knew that at least she was making a difference. She wanted to make an impact - dent the Vong’s ego in some way. The Alliance had given her a ship – a small cruiser – armed an armada of laser cannons, magma missiles, plasma balls, concussion missiles, and proton torpedoes. A squadron of X-Wings had been devoted to her use, and had already proved quite impressive in combat. The shielding on the craft was higher than normal for a vessel of this type, but that wasn’t the only unique attribute. The Divider had a cloak – one of the experimental technologies. Alliance scientists had been coming up with a new advantage to overpower the Vong, and hoped this breakthrough would give them entry to that next level. The cloak had been created by the Empire, but once the remnants of that government had fallen, getting your hands on the plans was easy. Attached by clamps underneath the hull of the Divider, was Leia’s personal craft, the Infiltrator. Twice the size of an Y-Wing, the ship was stealthy and quick. For missions, the Alliance had obtained one of the smaller models of a Yuuzhan Vong corvette. It was with that they managed to get past Vong checkpoints and enter the orbit about ‘controlled’ planets without causing alarm or detection. Leia didn’t favour the ship as much as the Infiltrator - or the Millennium Falcon for that matter - but it accomplished her mandate. She entered the ‘fresher, sighing at the mirror. Pulling her hair back into a tie, she tried ignoring the strands which were split and the grey soaking her roots. Satisfied with that effort, she straightened her clothes and bent down to turn on the tap. Splattering drops of water on her face, she reached for the towel and dabbed. Giving herself a once-over, and leaving the towel resting on the sink, she nodded and exited. Once back in the room, she noted that Han seemed deep in conversation with Altrac’en Golya, a male humanoid member of the Alliance Council. Leia mildly liked the man, though had yet to hold a deep conversation with him. Smiling at Han, he moved away and she slid into his place, feigning a refreshed attitude. “Secure channel?” Leia questioned. She realised she had been asking that question too many times in the past two weeks. “Always, Princess Leia,” Golya replied with his usual charm. “Would I be correct to assume this is about another mission?” Leia thought she saw Golya almost grin. “Unfortunately this isn’t a social call, Princess.” Golya turned serious. “We need you to rescue a scientist, Telis Braestel. He worked with us during the days of the Empire developing a missile project that fell through.” “Fell through?” Leia persisted. “I don’t believe you ever heard about it, Princess. The logistics of the project ever working adverted us from advancing further, especially since our resources were declining. Even now the barest details are classified.” Musing over this, Leia rejected the thought to continue that line of enquiry. “What value is Telis Braestel to you now? Surely you’re not intending for him to construct another missile?” Golya sighed, shifting forward. “Again, Princess, this is classified. I can say that this man excels in a range of areas.” “I have the highest classification level possible,” Leia interjected. “Within the Alliance Council, yes,” Golya confirmed. Leia’s eyes nearly shot out of her head. “You mean the Council isn’t handling this?” “You didn’t hear it from me,” Golya said, lowering his voice, “but at the moment it’s a civilian assignment.” “Civilian assignment?” Leia shrieked, hardly believing what she was hearing. Golya glanced around his chamber cautiously. Turning his attention back to the comm. screen, he seemed to stiffen. “One of the many companies which survived the destruction of the Kuat Shipyards, and was relocated to the Alliance base, has presented a proposal on a new weapon for the war effort. They requested Braestel become part of their team. They need him. The government was sceptical of this, but the fact is that we need this weapon. If it takes rescuing this scientist to do it, they are willing. ” “And they need us to rescue him?” Leia said, incredulously. Golya just nodded. “Golya, I need to know what this weapon is. I cannot save this man if I don’t know all the details.” Golya shook his head, and replied, “Princess, you know I cannot tell you even if I knew. I have given you everything you need to complete the mission.” He switched to a different tactic; one Leia couldn’t rebel against. “This order comes straight from the Alliance Council.” Behind her, Leia sensed Han tense. They were awaiting her answer. Like usual whenever she was given an order for the war, she would accept it. What happened to her defiant attitude? “All right,” Leia surrendered. “Which planet and which slave camp can I find him in?” “This mission is a little bit more complicated than before,” Golya admitted. Surprise, surprise. “You need to contact an Alliance agent stationed on the planet, Commenor. He’s the only one who knows the camp where Braestel is. You can find him in one of the last remaining cantinas on the surface. The cantina is called ‘Del and Lanny’. It’s astonishing the Vong have allowed the planet to keep some of its identify,” Golya noted, straightening his clean uniform. “Oh, and we’ve lost contact with him. I advise extreme caution. I’m sure General Solo knows his way around the planet.” Leia sensed Han nod behind her. “Del and Lanny was one of the more placid places when I last visited,” Han supplied. “I can guarantee a lot has changed, General Solo,” Golya exchanged. “For the worst.” Golya nodded one last time, reaching for the control to his comm. station. Leia’s eyes hastily flew from Golya himself to the control unit. Without thinking, she quickly asked, “Golya, has the Yuuzhan Vong fleet moved recently?” Golya frowned. “No, Your Highness. Should it have? It would be unfortunate for us if they had a surprise up their sleeves.” “No, I suppose it doesn’t have any reason to move,” Leia said, her tone downcast. “You will keep me informed?” “Yes, I assure you.” “I’ll report back after the mission has been accomplished,” Leia said. The comm. screen went blank. Leia leaned back in her chair, unconsciously letting out a deep breath. Things were getting complicated by the minute, and with this new revelation, she wasn’t sure which posture to take. Thinking back, Leia tried to draw any recollection of the name Telis Braestel from her memory. It was useless. The scientist had been kept secret for a reason, and the old Rebellion never lacked on security. Twisting around on her chair, Leia faced Han, who was lounging on their bed. He looked exhausted; just as she probably did. They had been under a lot of strain lately, and even she had almost started to break a few minutes ago if it wasn’t for Han’s stamina. He would be aching, physically and mentally, just like her, if not more for putting on the brave face. The sound of the door brought her out of her reverie. Taking a breath, Leia prepared to defeat whatever matter awaited her on the other side of the door. “Come,” she commanded. The door slid open to permit admission for a young Alliance officer. The grey uniform the military female wore had a green streak running down the side and marked across the collar, identifying her area of work as communications. The officer’s long blonde hair, tied up in a bun, bounced as she walked. “Your Highness, a text message was piggy-backing on that comm. channel,” she reported. “The message is addressed to you.” “Thank you, lieutenant,” Leia answered, looking at the rank sported on the officer’s jacket. Handing Leia a datapad, the officer gave her a crisp salute and left the way she came. “Leia,” Han murmured, instantly behind her and peeking over her shoulder. “What is it?” Reading the datafile hurriedly, she plonked herself on her bed. The ship was too crowded for Leia to have both an office and quarters. Normally, she could be found on the bridge engaging with the crew, so the absence of the space didn’t bother her. “It’s from the Jedi. Cilghal to be exact,” Leia gasped, somewhat amazed. “They want me to rescue a young Jedi teenager from Commenor.” “What’s the kid’s name?” “Jekara Delnor,” Leia answered. “Rescuing her won’t interfere with our mission, Han. It seems to be right on the way. She’s in slave camp 305, and apparently that’s right near the spaceport.” Sitting himself down beside her, he brushed a rough hand through his hair. “What’s her story? Why haven’t we heard of her?” “She was one of the later initiates, and wasn’t recruited by Luke. When the Vong took Commenor, she was left stranded. It seems she has been in a slave camp ever since. The Yuuzhan Vong haven’t realised her potential yet.” Unknowingly, Leia’s tone took on a pleading note. To some extent, Jekara reminded her of Jacen’s situation, and if she had the chance rescue to the teenager, she would take it. Leia suspected Han made the connection between her sorrow at losing her son, and her hope at being able to save another child. Raising his hands in defeat, he said, “All right, all right. We’ll go after the kid.” “Some would say you’re becoming soft in your old age, Han Solo,” Leia teased, the pad forgotten. “Hey, watch it! My male ego is trying to breathe here,” he protested. “Oh, don’t let my female ingenuity suffocate it.” Just for a moment, Leia felt a spark of happiness. She knew it wouldn’t last for long. In spite of what Altrac’en Golya said, the Yuuzhan Vong were on the move. -- Feedback is loved and adored . -----signature----- Amsié, Crest of Handmaidens . ___ TF.N Archive Reviewer ___ Battlestar Galactica is the new way.
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obaona Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 1/18/03 10:57pm Subject: RE: Overshadowing the Moon (NJO - Massive AU) - Date Edited: 1/18/03 10:58pm (1 edits total) Edited By: obaona
	Okay - types fast Wonderful story! I love the way it begins, letting us know some of the changes of this universe. I love Leia's emotions, and Han's response - it is SOOO him. Great characterization, and a very melancholy mood to it. Great job! [Edit] ME GOT FIRST! -----signature----- atty is the bestest! MS Word is designed by sadists with masochists in mind. - teh atty
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Sache8 Registered: Mar '00	Date Posted: 1/18/03 11:28pm Subject: RE: Overshadowing the Moon (NJO - Massive AU)
	Oooh, powerful beginning, Am. I'm rather attracted to the setting of this story, since my first fanfic last year picked up as an AU after SbS Anxious to see get to Commennor -----signature----- Everything inside you knows there's more than what you've heard There's so much more than empty conversations filled with empty words You're on fire when He's near you; You're on fire when He speaks. You're on fire burning at these mysteries. ~ Switchfoot
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ThePodSquad Registered: Aug '01	Date Posted: 1/18/03 11:41pm Subject: RE: Overshadowing the Moon (NJO - Massive AU)
	Ahhh, lovely. I do really enjoy yor style of writing. And of course I always enjoy it when you do romantic scenes. Can't wait to see more... Hannah -----signature----- Verjé, Handmaiden of the Crest "The dark is generous, and it is patient, and it always wins--but in the heart of its strength lies weakness: one lone candle is enough to hold it back." Love is more than a candle.
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Jade_Skywalker Registered: Jun '00	Date Posted: 1/19/03 12:43am Subject: RE: Overshadowing the Moon (NJO - Massive AU)
	AWESOME AM!!! You started it off with a very good hook. Everything was written so well, I love your writing style. Already I am seeing character development within these new people you have introduced. Usually in fanfics a name is just a name no matter how significant they're supposed to be, and then they get lost, and for the life of you, you can't remember who they are when they come up next. I don't see that happening in this story so far. You've introduced the characters very well. That's great! Can't wait for the next post! -----signature----- What might have happened if the reborn Emperor had not been destroyed? Deception's Poison, Love's Balm (post Dark Empire AU) http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=28141525&brd=10477
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vader_incarnate Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 1/19/03 2:19am Subject: RE: Overshadowing the Moon (NJO - Massive AU)
	Feedback is loved and adored. And so are you, Empress! coughs Sorry, but that was necessary. Anyway, I love the story, Am. The premise is original and engrossing, and you capture the emotions beautifully! I'll be waiting in the corner with trademarked annoying comments from the sidelines, Empress, don't you worry. Then we can go sacrifice a few of the baddies! Hee hee, I talked about the story! And no off-topic rambling about how Rafiki stole Yoda's stick, either! ... D'oh! -----signature----- La sang et le vin ont la meme couleur. I think, therefore I am. I dream, therefore I become. Zelré, Handmaiden of the Crest
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Lady_Moonbeam Registered: Aug '02	Date Posted: 1/19/03 6:18am Subject: RE: Overshadowing the Moon (NJO - Massive AU) - Date Edited: 1/19/03 7:17am (1 edits total) Edited By: Lady_Moonbeam
	Everyone's right--the melancholy mood is just perfect! I've always been fond of stories that begin where the heroes have lost (which might actually prove that I'm sadistic, now that I think about it...), and you're executing it perfectly. Leia's dream (trance?) at the beginning had shivers running down my spine. Her bitterness was perfect, too--I'd think it would be impossible to remain untouched when the galaxy is almost destroyed, but I hope that she and Han will make it out okay. Such a haunting beginning... I'm hooked! -----signature----- And Into the Black http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=13881821 Mooné, Handmaiden of the Crest
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LadyPadme Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 1/19/03 6:57am Subject: RE: Overshadowing the Moon (NJO - Massive AU)
	Ooohh! An NJO-AU with my two favorite people in Star Wars fic-dom! Can't wait to see where you take this one. Are we sure that the Jedi initiate and the scientist aren't the same person? Hmmm....gears grinding...LP goes off guessing what's coming next. Don't keep us in suspense too long! -----signature----- Crest MD Naimé Evil Twin of Gabri_Jade When a baby smiles the world is happy VOTE OBAMA '08
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AngelQueen Registered: Mar '01	Date Posted: 1/19/03 7:00am Subject: RE: Overshadowing the Moon (NJO - Massive AU)
	gulps, then bites nails nervously Wonderful start Am! So the Rebellion has been reborn. shivers But there seems to be so little hope in them. And that dream... shakes I have a bad feeling about this. Again, great stuff! AQ -----signature----- "Anakin, my allegiance is to the Republic, to democracy!" "If you're not with me, then you're my enemy." "Only a Sith deals in absolutes. I will do what I must." "You will try." Obi-Wan and Anakin
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Jedi_Johnson Registered: Apr '02	Date Posted: 1/19/03 7:06am Subject: RE: Overshadowing the Moon (NJO - Massive AU)
	Dare i believe my eyes... a new fic by Am? Very good opening section, but you've left me wanting more. I love your characterizations of Han and Leia, I think they are spot on. J_J -----signature----- Why so serious?
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Jedi_StarDust Registered: Jan '02	Date Posted: 1/19/03 7:33am Subject: RE: Overshadowing the Moon (NJO - Massive AU)
	Yay! Am, you posted OtM! Even from this very first post I can tell that the quality of your story will be utmost excellent and that the suspense and plot you have in store will keep us clawing for more. You have such a way with words; the descriptions of each action and setting are beautiful and the italicized introduction is simply chilling to the bones. One element I find lacking in the official books is the weight they place on the Yuuzhan Vong. Sometimes I feel as if I'm simply reading about cartoon-drawn-Batman-villains with little to no substance and terror, but you were really able to capture the essence of these enemies and show that they are a vile threat to the galaxy. I'm on the edge of my seat, Empress, please don't keep me waiting too long. Dusty -----signature----- Jalsé, handmaiden of the crest 'Thou shalt not' is soon forgotten, but 'once upon a time' lasts forever.
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EmilieDarklighter Registered: Jan '02	Date Posted: 1/19/03 11:22am Subject: RE: Overshadowing the Moon (NJO - Massive AU)
	rubs hands together Oooh...yayness. A new NJO story. I love the nice, angsty mush at the beginning...right up my alley. I can't wait for more, Amses! I'm sure you'll do a wonderful job with this. sits down and gets out popcorn waiting for Lukie and Mara munching -----signature----- Master of Jedi_Emeritus Former Padawan of Gabri_Jade Little sister to Gabri_Jade and LadyPadme 25 Rules for Successful Writing http://boards.theforce.net/fan_fiction_resource/b10304/28400222/p1/?2
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Jedi_Jaina_Durron Registered: Dec '01	Date Posted: 1/19/03 12:29pm Subject: RE: Overshadowing the Moon (NJO - Massive AU)
	Ooooh! I love this so far! It's incredibly well-written! Very good characterazations, and you caught my attention immediatley! [catchphrase]Is it too soon to ask for more?[/catchphrase] -----signature----- “Jacen, never stop asking questions." -Luke "The vaping lines keep moving." - Kyp "Fiction confronts you with the awesome fact that you are not the only real thing in this world." --Zadie Smith
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PadmeSolo Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 1/19/03 4:23pm Subject: RE: Overshadowing the Moon (NJO - Massive AU)
	Impressive... most impressive ! Great start Am, the plot is wonderful (from what I can see of it) and NJO is always interesting to read. BTW-Star by Star was pretty good and I'm glad you've decided to continue from there. Wonderful work, as always, Am!! _PSK_ -----signature----- I'm finishing Dawn of Darkness -> http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3267659/1/
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Amidala_Skywalker Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Jul '01	Date Posted: 1/19/03 6:38pm Subject: RE: Overshadowing the Moon (NJO - Massive AU) - Date Edited: 1/22/03 9:22am (2 edits total) Edited By: Amidala_Skywalker
	Oba – I still think you had that reply ready for when I posted. You seemed so quick. Thanks for the response! Oh, and I’m glad I hit the nail with the hammer on characterisation. I have the perfect example of Han in my life, and he bugs me senseless. Sache – Thanks! Would that be “Binding Ties”? I can say there is a surprise at Commenor, though when does anything go right in GFFA? Hannah - blush I don’t do romantic scenes that often as you know. That was just a tiny piece in that post. Gwen – You know how I so enjoy your replies. You’ve made me blush several times. Actually, when I first started planning the story, the “trance sequence” wasn’t going to be included. Then I realised that I needed something to catch the fish and pull them in. Thanks! Elli – I expected something about Yoda’s stick from you. Oba and I know you too well! grins Being adored is certainly nice. I better give you permission to sacrifice a few baddies now. Thank you! Moonbeam – I love melancholy. For what skills I don’t have when writing romance, I hope to make up in thick angst. I think I’d call Leia’s “thing” a trance. She wasn’t sleeping so that doesn’t constitute a dream. It was quite difficult to work out how exactly I was going to write the trance. Elated to know I pulled it off – and with shivers! LP – Thanks! You surprised me with your response. Well other than the massive age difference and different genders, I think we can safely say they were two different people. It’s not them you have to worry about – keep your eye on the Alliance spy. AQ – We’re back in the habit, aren’t we? Ah, posting new stories brings back memories. J_J - smiles Yes, do believe. I know it’s incredible and nearly impossible that I ever write. Wanting more? I suppose that’s good since I’ve got a post for you. Thanks for commenting on the characterisations! Dusty – I do love your long responses! You put such thought into them. I do hope I’ll live up to your expectations, as I do hope to improve the H/L scenes. You’re going to make me blush with your comments. Oh, I totally agree with you on how the Yuuzhan Vong were portrayed. They turned into comic book characters and I basically stopped reading. It was a shame – they had such potential. Emmi – Can I borrow some popcorn? I seem to have left mine at home. Thanks! Angst, action, adventure, romance, I hope to write it all in. I’ll see if I can expand on the L/M action. JJD – Thanks! I don’t want this story to lag, so in some places we’ll be picking up pace. PSK – Thank you, handmaiden dear. I make an effort to impress. Star By Star is my favourite novel, and I was practically glued to it when I read it. Now for some of my older readers, they know I take long times in posting, but I had this sudden spark of inspiration. It produced this following post, which I hope I got right. The Yuuzhan Vong are hard to portray, in a sense they seem sometimes cold and detached. As for the details on how Jacen became the executor, all will be revealed. Please forgive me if I’ve got the villip doing the wrong thing. I looked at the “Completely Unofficial Star Wars Encyclopaedia” and tried to interpret their unusual description. As usual, feedback is lovely. I would love to see some new faces around here . Chapter One continued -- The executor’s eyes fell to another section of his chest, blemished with gaudy tangled lines, which strangely resembled highlighted veins. These markings were in reality where he had slashed himself to prove his worthiness to the gods, and filled the bleeding cut with pigmented hues, waiting for the liquid to sizzle and crack before hardening and becoming one with his body. When he had first experimented with this technique, he had scalded half his chest and declared himself a mere adolescent clothed in the armour of the man. The gods had forgiven him for such a disgrace, but he still bore the blue-grey disfigurements from the lacerations running down his biceps as punishment. He had inflicted them with his own hands, and found himself content with the accomplishment and subsequent outcome. The cleansing had been beautiful. However, he hungered for more. He wanted to taint himself with the riches of being Yuuzhan Vong, match their appearance, and breathe air into his warrior lungs. He felt alive once more. His lungs, fractured and bruised as they had been many times, tasted the sweetness of sacrifices. Though he had not being permitted to allow maggots to infest a limb, eat away the bone, and watch it rot away and accept the grafting under the direction of the shapers, he looked forward to what had been promised to come. For now, he was the face of the Yuuzhan Vong. It brought the people of the galaxy to their knees to see his features used as propaganda to dispel hope. He had once been human, and despite transforming his lower body, his face mirrored who he had once been: Jacen Solo. The executor’s face was untouched, pale, almost innocent, with his brown eyes paused for battle. There was no room for innocence in one of his position. He had been taught wisely by the greatest Yuuzhan Vong educators, and vowed not to dishonour their name by dispensing all logic. He still possessed memories of Jacen Solo, and it was almost as if his past life wished to haunt him. It was like an animal to a waterhole, drinking and condensing the stream. No matter how hard he tried, there was no strength in him to reject Jacen. He should have felt foolish before the gods for they must have known his inner turmoil, but he found himself not thinking of them. There would always be this piece of string wrapped around him, tightening and strengthening until he mastered the art of cutting it. He assumed that would include accepting the other personality residing within him. In truth, he could have blamed the shapers for not cleansing his personality and eradicating any resistance within himself. It was now his problem instead, and could soon become his weakness. Perhaps he could take the name of Jacen, and sooth the other persona back into the maze of his mind. It would be a dangerous feat. He had never chosen a Yuuzhan Vong house to represent after he had murdered Nom Anor for his title. For now, he was simply called the ‘executor’. He would need to take a name for himself soon and prove the worthiness of his house to the gods. Jacen. Yes, he would silence the other voice. Flexing his muscles, he moulded his hand into the shape of a claw. His eyes glistened with a smouldering russet inferno, glowing at the suggestion of pouncing on the Alliance and eliminating it. The executor admired the extinct voxyn creature, and was angered at not having one at his beckon call. The beast never gave its prey a chance, never retreated, never surrendered, and tore apart anything standing before it. The intensity of its desires was irresistible to its small mind. It was almost impressive. Once destroying anything preventing the glory and power of the kill, it would localise an enemy’s weakness and used it as an advantage. The creature had an appetite. It was a fever the Yuuzhan Vong should adapt and add to their characteristics. To his left, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed one of villips move. He narrowed his gaze, monitoring the formless lump uncurl to reveal a round socket. As Jacen attained the position of executor, he would often receive messages from the fleet or the warmaster, Tsavong Lah. Both were delivered via other villips lined next to the newly activated communication device. It was not often the executor ever held conversation using this particular villip, or with the person on the other end. Once the connection between the two villips was made, the executor’s villip turned inside-out impersonating the strong face of the Yuuzhan Vong Surpreme Overlord, Lord Shimrra. It was indeed an honour to grace his presence. Rising from his chair, the executor strode to stand ready before his superior. Lord Shimrra was an enormous individual, with fringed lips, clipped ears branching off from corners of his eyes, a blackened scalp, ridged with indents upon his forehead, and a defined jawline patterned with healed permanent cuts. He was glorious to look upon when it was allowed - the favoured and treasured one of the gods. Anyone who didn’t feel humbled by his presence was blind to the imposing yet calm aura he cast. “Surpreme Overlord, I am privileged to be within your company,” the executor declared respectively, touching his breast in salute before bowing his head. He had only had the chance to talk with Shimrra four times in this past year. For three months of that period, the shapers had broken Jacen Solo and created a new breed of Yuuzhan Vong. If it was not for killing Nom Anor and replacing him, he would still be in tr