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Blue_but_beautiful Registered: Jan '06	Date Posted: 4/8 2:05pm Subject: As I die - Nom Anor - Date Edited: 5/17 10:31am (1 edits total) Edited By: Blue_but_beautiful
	Authors Note: This is the revised version of the original fic I wrote, with the intention of posting, but that was before my old computer decided to explode in a flurry of blue-smoke a while back. I've been unable to post anything substancial until now, forced to use the work computer But it's here now! This is a sort of speculative fic, so you might want to consider it slightly AU. I know some of us at the Yuuzhan'tar thread in the EU forums have been speculating over this question for a while, so i'll pick up where The Unifying Force left off, with my theory As I Die. Prologue: Domain Skell Worldship, 165 years ago. “Above all else, what is it that you must always remember, what is it that is essential?” The sound of the aging prefect’s voice echoed out almost as delicately as the sound of dry autumnal leaves strewn on the wind. From the smallest of crèchelings ears, to those of the crèche attendants, now gathered at the back of the chamber, all listened and waited for the one who would be brave enough to speak and answer the prefect’s question. This was not a task to be handled lightly, for punishments awaited wrong conclusions and at this stage of Yuuzhan Vong education, one had not learned to fully embrace pain. With it’s high-vaulted ceiling and it’s richly luminescent fungi-lined walls, that seemed to stretch out into the far-spun outer ganglia of the worldship, one could be forgiven for mistaking this location for something more than a domain crèche. Herein sat the rejects of the fellow castes, deemed too inept at Priestly, Shaper or Warrior duties, they had been given a last chance at life among the true caste, as intendants. Of course the intendant caste still contained those born of this life, and as such, many looked down upon those adopted by the castes’ many crèches as little more than obstacles in the way of their individual destinies. Many high prefects would have argued that this was healthy, this was the mainstay of Yuuzhan Vong life. Certainly they could not have argued that the caste was rife with political rivalry and deception through backstabbing - it was expected. The crèchlings themselves were of mixed domain, displaying their symbols of true caste domains upon their foreheads, but the worldship it’s self - or this sector at least - belonged to domain Skell. Also here, concealed behind opaque membranous entranceways, were also the crechlings of domain Anor. The tall, particularly lanky prefect - of domain Skell himself - drew himself up to his full and imposing height, obsidian eyes scanning above the heads of the attentive young audience who seemed to be bathing sublimely in their own silence. That was until, one such crecheling shot to their feet with an ungainly enthusiasm. He was small in comparison to many of his peers - which, the prefect noted, would have been all it took for the shapers responsible for birthing him, to have had him sent back to the gods soon after, had that been his son - His crooked half-nose already broken, several times, out of it’s true alignment. The crècheling’s pale-blue eyes shone with a curious keenness only a crecheling could display. So full of prospects were those of his age, so full of naivety that could ultimately see them brought to ruin, before the very ceremony that was supposed to herald their ascension into full Yuuzhan Vong society. “Speak, Nom Anor.” The Prefect rasped with a certain lethargic tang, clearly anticipating this one’s answers before the young Yuuzhan Vong had so much as drawn breath to speak. Keeping the wall behind the Prefect fixed in his sights - he would never have dared look this superior in the eye unless bade to do so - Nom Anor’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, and he stuck out his chest, chin raised with a rather arrogant pride. “To do what you must by any means, in order to achieve what is most beneficial to your domain, Prefect Q’an Skell, to pray that Yun-Harla is with you on such matters, for she delights in such trickery.” The Prefect’s shoulders visibly sagged, as though someone had sucked all the life from him mid-sigh. Yet despite his clearly exasperated demeanour, Q’an Skell found reason to respond. “You above all others, Nom Anor, should know better than to speak for the gods. Need I remind you, that your absence during the required blood sacrifice a ket ago, was duly noted?” Nom Anor remained in stark silence, knowing interrupting this little speech would be permanently detrimental to his health. “Nor indeed how displeased Master Shaper Hehsta Phaath was to find you among her initiates? I think not - now, explain your prior answer.” So you can formulate a way to discredit my words and prove me wrong, Nom Anor thought in quick, inward response. He replied quickly, knowing a pause would only insight the Prefect’s anger more so. “By bringing glory to yourse - your domain, surely you bring glory to the gods also? The more you survive, the more you succeed, better the amount of glory that is heaped upon them.” “Or yourself!” Another voice called out from across the chamber, Nom Anor turned as if to sneer in their direction, but his eye caught the glance of the Prefect once more and he refrained from acting. It was wise, he already walked a fine line here. The youth fell back into an uneasy silence, and watched as the Prefect peeled back his lips in a manner that displayed his rotting teeth - full of festering cavities - with disdain. “You are your domain’s most abhorrent failure” His words cut the silence like a coufee through vulnerable flesh. And nearby, Nom Anor heard his crèche mates stifle their laughter, humiliation was quite the public spectacle aboard the worldships of the Yuuzhan Vong, even in the crèche. “Your life is the gods’ to do with as they wish, they care nothing for the ambitions of your or your domain, which you disgrace with such a statement!” The prefect’s hand grasped at thin air, forming a fist as he did so, a fist he brought crashing down upon the coral plinth behind which he stood. Coral shards flaked off it’s underside, shattering into smaller, ornate pieces when they hit the ground. No one flinched, no one would have dared. “Continue to only follow your own ambitions, Nom Anor, and you will be lead to your ruin! Then we all truly see how Yun-Harla delights in such deception, she has deceived you all along.” Chapter1: Supreme Overlord Shimrra’s personal vessel, present day. Nom Anor’s mind whirled furiously, caught up in a never-ending cycle of denial and disbelief, all of this merged into a cataclysmic miasma of pain and new found sense of fear. His legs had buckled beneath his weight, only seconds after he’d shoved Han Solo into the only remaining escape craft contained in the vessel within which he slumped. Solo’s family, too, were already safely within the escape vessel, only he remained here now. Here the former false-prophet, former prefect and soon to be deceased Yuuzhan Vong, had sat since - here in the centre of the small grotto aboard Shimrra’s dying craft. He too, would soon be dead along with it, he thought, the idea causing the cauterized stump of his wrist, where his hand had been severed by the burning light-weapon of Leia Organa-Solo, to throb uncontrollably. Nom Anor had never subscribed to the same endoctrine of pain and agonistic suffering so devoutly adhered to by most of his species. More so, he had payed only lip service to the gods when it served his own self-centered needs best, of course it would never have looked that way to his peers, not if he was adept at disguising his true intentions anyway. Now however, the former prefect realized where he had erred, and for the first time in a long time, he feared the gods. Who had been less faithful, least devotional in their offerings to them than Nom Anor? Who had used the fanaticism and blind devotion of countless numbers of his peers and superiors, against them? He had only himself left to blame. It had been a day of ineffable truths, a day of revelations no less. He had witnessed his own fictitious prophecy come to life, his tale to the masses of heretical shamed ones who hung off his every word as the prophet Yu’shaa. And yet he would never be able to reap the fruits of his labour. Shimrra was dead, one of his many goals, yet here he sat as lifeless as a sack of dusty, dry bones, when in reality he should have been celebrating - he should have taken Han Solo’s offer to join them aboard the Yorik-Trema, out-smarted their overwhelmingly irritating family, and sought himself a new life in secret! But Nom Anor knew, he’d meant every word he’d said to the Solo’s before sending them on their way, that life in this galaxy held no place for him, whichever side he was on. He had been a masked one - just as Yun-Harla was cloaked in borrowed skin - from the very beginning. Just like that hideously twisted familiar, Onimi. Everything had been for Nom Anor’s personal gain and where had it lead him but to his own end? The prefect was correct - He mused inwardly, mind long since numbed by the ever-present and ominous agony assaulting his arm. Should he not feel something? There was no emotion, just a cold, frosty pit of darkness that had replaced what conscience he may have once possessed. It had latched onto him early, like a hungry biot, wrapping it’s blood-thirsty, sinuous tendrils around his soul, then proceeded to slowly bleed him dry. What is the point? He, like Shimrra, left no legacy, no heir with which to leave his life’s work. He had never wanted anyone else, needed anyone but himself - nor had he ever loved anyone, though some may have supposed he loved himself more than even his own ambitions. Were they laughing at him now? Looking in from the afterlife, relishing his inner, quiescent anguish? Perhaps he had once felt something for Niiriit Esh - the ex-warrior who had been the only one to initially accept him as part of their secretive group of heretics, during his exile. She had possessed some mildly admirable qualities, enough for him to have spent the night with her - but he had not cared enough to go back and attempt to confront those that had slain her in cold blood. No, he’d fled into the night along with the coward, Kunra, trailed by a ravenous hunting party of warriors, sent by Shimrra, to root out and kill the heretics. What would Niiriit say; should there be an afterlife meeting? No doubt no more than he deserved, and he was uncertain he cared enough to know that either. “Is this what it is like to be broken?” The words slipped from his tongue like little more than a breath, dry and hoarse, a pure whisper of what it had once been - this too, fragile and near dead. Nom Anor cast a self-pitying gaze toward his severed hand, discarded by Jaina Solo, nearest the exit membrane through which the Solo/Skywalker clans had departed. “Broken in form, perhaps” He grumbled in answerance. Limbs could be replaced, but they were nothing without a life to control them. It was all a case of delicate symbiosis, something the infidels would never understand. And then it struck him, flooding his mind with a flurry of thoughts as acutely painful and sobering, as the agony from his injuries. Han Solo’s words to him earlier, how could he have overlooked this option?! Hauling himself to his feet, his fatigued joints and muscles aching in protest, the intendant rose and scuttled back the way he had come only moments before - his new goal would give him the focus he needed to survive this. Once more, he thought, the sun had not yet set on the fortunes of Nom Anor. TBC -----signature----- "Are you sure you are not an Ooglith masquer with nothing actually inside?" My Fan Art: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=25954742&brd=10020&start=26270818 My Fan Fic's are in my Profile Proud Recipient of the Golden Elegos™
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Maggy Registered: Oct '04	Date Posted: 4/8 3:25pm Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	great start, Blue looking forward to learn what Nom Anor is up to -----signature----- The Revenant - http://boards.theforce.net/a/b10477/28313064 - co authored with Jedi Ant "Maggy rawks " - YodaKenbi Proud Recipient of the Golden Elegos™
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 4/8 7:18pm Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	Please put me on your PM list for this one! Off to a great start as usual. -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. Army Mom! HOOAH! Adopt a soldier: http://soldiersangels.org/
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Blue_but_beautiful Registered: Jan '06	Date Posted: 4/9 3:07am Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	Maggy posted: great start, Blue looking forward to learn what Nom Anor is up to Thanks Maggy I couldn't have him just sit there now could I? VaderLVR64 posted: Please put me on your PM list for this one! grin applause Off to a great start as usual. applause Hello again VaderLVR! i'll certainly do that, glad you like so far! -----signature----- "Are you sure you are not an Ooglith masquer with nothing actually inside?" My Fan Art: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=25954742&brd=10020&start=26270818 My Fan Fic's are in my Profile Proud Recipient of the Golden Elegos™
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Spike2002 Title: FF-UK RSA Arena Manager Registered: Feb '02	Date Posted: 4/9 4:28pm Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	Got here eventually, Blue. Great start, especially the flashback sequences. Trust Nom Anor to have been like he was from a young age -----signature----- "It may be that our role on this planet is not to worship God, but to create him." - Arthur C. Clarke I agree with halibut Master to Louis_Skywalker Proud Recipient of the Golden Elegos™
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Blue_but_beautiful Registered: Jan '06	Date Posted: 4/10 4:08am Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor - Date Edited: 4/10 4:09am (1 edits total) Edited By: Blue_but_beautiful
	Thanks Spike I have been toying with the idea of adding more flashbacks later on, not sure yet though, and yeah...people like that don't suddenly become that way lol, they are definitely born that way -----signature----- "Are you sure you are not an Ooglith masquer with nothing actually inside?" My Fan Art: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=25954742&brd=10020&start=26270818 My Fan Fic's are in my Profile Proud Recipient of the Golden Elegos™
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kecen Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 4/10 6:13pm Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor - Date Edited: 4/10 6:14pm (1 edits total) Edited By: kecen
	Naughty naughty! Nom Anor snuck into the shaper nursery. I don't find it beyond certain others to hide (although being much taller than Anor at that time, a little less inconspicuous.) And that incident with Niirit, of course I remember it! (but the audiobook people sure didn't XP) Prefects don't brush their teeth?! -----signature----- there is nothing in the world that we can count on even that we will wake up is an assumption...but i know for a fact that i loved someone and for about a year he lived on Bastion... Member of the George R. Binks fanclub, whoo!
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Blue_but_beautiful Registered: Jan '06	Date Posted: 4/11 11:40am Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	kecen posted: Naughty naughty! Nom Anor snuck into the shaper nursery. I don't find it beyond certain others to hide (although being much taller than Anor at that time, a little less inconspicuous.) And that incident with Niirit, of course I remember it! (but the audiobook people sure didn't XP) Prefects don't brush their teeth?! Yeah, exactly what he was doing there might be divulged later And lol, it's easy to hide when you're short, unfortunately I've always been a tad on the tall side...but if I want to go unseen, as Spike says, i'll just turn sideways Not brushing their teeth, maybe, this one just has poor dental hygene, probably due to some habit or another...he's old, old people do strange things -----signature----- "Are you sure you are not an Ooglith masquer with nothing actually inside?" My Fan Art: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=25954742&brd=10020&start=26270818 My Fan Fic's are in my Profile Proud Recipient of the Golden Elegos™
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Blue_but_beautiful Registered: Jan '06	Date Posted: 4/15 4:27am Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	Note: A short update this time, but I wanted to get something up before I went away on hols A little more is revealed in this chapter, so I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for reading! Chapter 2 : Long arterial networks of passageways and ailing door-valves had never been so difficult to negotiate. The entire interior of the ship had begun to disintegrate around him, bits of fleshy organic matter dripped and flaked free from the coral walls, the acrid smell of decay hanging heavily in the air. The closer to Shimrra’s private chambers Nom Anor became, the worse the overpowering stench became. Millions of micro-organisms would be ravenously metabolizing, devouring the very surfaces he resided within, walked upon and required to reach his destination. These organisms would have lain dormant in every structure, every tissue that made up this vessel, the finest shapers would have seen to that and therefore the former prefect knew he had little time on his side. No, he did not have much time, but he did need to make a detour. Pushing through the gooey membrane sealing off the area that had once served as Shimrra’s hall of confluence, Nom Anor’s one, real eye came to rest it’s gaze upon the blood-stained and decapitated form of the Supreme Overlord’s body. There it lay, strewn out over a still-flowing moat of blood - to which Shimrra had added his own to the morbid mix. Splayed where Luke Skywalker had left him, the massive baulk of Shimrra’s ginormous corpse was already beginning to be attacked by the starving and frenzied micro organisms that assailed the vessel also. Nearby, the rigor-mortis stiffened amphistaff the Overlord had once carried, lay severed like it’s master. Nom Anor wasted no time at all in darting for one half of the sharpened weapon, procuring it carefully as he dragged it towards the festering corpse. The vessel around him had begun to creak and groan under the increasing pressure being placed on it’s hulking frame, then rumbling violently as the dovin basals finally gave up and died outright, forcing the former prefect to crouch in order to keep an even foothold upon the blood-slicked deck. Grasping the amphistaff in his one remaining hand, he begrudgingly made it to Shimrra’s side, and kicked the overlord’s arm out to one side, sending a flurry of blood-engorged ngdins slithering out from beneath him. Raising the solid weapon above his head, Nom Anor brought the amphistaff crashing down upon the joint between the overlord’s wrist and hand, almost severing the hand completely - the weapon wasn’t nearly as effective when it had expired, he thought as he discarded it. He took hold of Shimrra’s hand then, placing one foot against the cadaver’s torso before setting his feet for leverage. Satisfied that this would work, he suddenly yanked back as hard as he could, transferring all his weight onto the foot he still had placed on the floor. Twisting the limb as he did so, the hand broke free almost cleanly, but with a sickening crunch and snap of tendons that made even Nom Anor wince in kind. Staggering back, lungs heaving in the thinning atmosphere, the former prefect held up his prize to inspect it for any damage aside from the obvious. It would do, he noted and headed for the now stringy, ichor-coated exit. However, Nom Anor momentarily paused when he felt the inert eyes of Shimrra’s severed head, boring into his back. A sneer played delicately across Nom Anor’s features, noting that it almost looked as if the deceased overlord was questioning what it was that the former prefect was doing. “Giving my enemies and itch…” He rasped reverently, turning sharply on one heel, he ran towards his next destination. Shimrra’s vessel continued to quake and groan ominously, like a gargantuan beast amid it’s death throes. Large chunks of orange-tinted phong coral, were tearing free of blastulas and, had Nom Anor been able to see it, the control spire was now part missing, venting precious air and living matter into the vacuum beyond. Once the control spire was completely gone, he knew he would have run out of time, his life would meet a cold and empty end. As he rounded the next corner, he was confronted by the still-intact enhanced ovoid of an entrance membrane - one that most certainly lead to Shimrra’s private chambers. Nom Anor had never been here personally, but something so heavily and ornately adorned had to be of importance, and therefore the chances of this being Shimrra’s chambers were high. Hefting the large severed hand he had brought with him- in favour of his own no less! - He diligently pressed it to the nerve cluster embedded in the frail wall beside the membrane-frame. It took several tense moments, during which Nom Anor was becoming increasingly concerned that he was doomed to an icy, suffocating fate, until the membrane shivered and finally sphinctered open wetly. The air from within the chamber whooshed out and away so fast, it almost knocked the former prefect off his feet, his ears had become painful, popping with such a virulent intensity, that he could no longer hear the shrill and loud whistling of the air venting from the crumbling control spire. Nearby, several coral spines tore away from their ornate holdings, and tumbled their way down the capillary network of tunnels ominously, through which Nom Anor had just worked his way through. Hauling himself inside the confines of the chamber, leaning more and more against the increasing rush of air now, Nom Anor literally forced the hand against the nerve cluster the opposite side of the membrane, and sealed himself in. The reaction was instant, the rush of air had stopped, though the membrane it’s self was bowing with the pressure of trying not to tear free of it’s holdings too, and the Yuuzhan Vong felt his legs collapse beneath him as he stumbled towards the centre of the room. Picking himself up, Nom Anor’s one true eye scanned the immediate area for what he believed to still be here. Even a fool such as the decaying and revolting Onimi would not have forgotten to plan for this eventuality. He was a survivor, one who was out to gain a means to his own ends - not unlike himself, Nom Anor noted once again - Onimi would have anticipated a loss…many of the elite had been concerned by it over the passing klekkets, the true Supreme Overlord would have seen this coming. And then there it was, shining brightly at the far side of the chamber, as if calling out to him - The moment he’d stepped over the threshold, Nom Anor was certain he’d felt the sinuous tendrils of Yun-Harla’s temptation reach towards him, ensnaring him before wrapping tightly around him like a snae-vine. The idea was almost laughable, had the situation not been so serious, he did not believe in the gods, per say - but it seemed one of the gods, at least, believed in him. There in the far wall of the chamber, lay a small niche containing a small nutrient tank, not unlike those the shapers used to nourish and grow Vonduun crab armour. What lay inside, Nom Anor knew, would be his salvation. TBC - See you all when I get back! -----signature----- "Are you sure you are not an Ooglith masquer with nothing actually inside?" My Fan Art: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=25954742&brd=10020&start=26270818 My Fan Fic's are in my Profile Proud Recipient of the Golden Elegos™
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Spike2002 Title: FF-UK RSA Arena Manager Registered: Feb '02	Date Posted: 4/15 12:35pm Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	“Giving my enemies and itch…” He rasped reverently, turning sharply on one heel, he ran towards his next destination. Lol@Shimrra. Enjoy your hols, Blue. Now who am I going to talk to on MSN with you gone? -----signature----- "It may be that our role on this planet is not to worship God, but to create him." - Arthur C. Clarke I agree with halibut Master to Louis_Skywalker Proud Recipient of the Golden Elegos™
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Blue_but_beautiful Registered: Jan '06	Date Posted: 4/15 12:45pm Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	Spike2002 posted: “Giving my enemies and itch…” He rasped reverently, turning sharply on one heel, he ran towards his next destination. Lol@Shimrra. Enjoy your hols, Blue. Now who am I going to talk to on MSN with you gone? Even in death he's still giving out orders lol. Still...BURN! And You have a whole 3 days to talk to me before I go, and even then i'm sure i'll be on at some point, i'm not going overseas this time. Just as far away from the place i'm in as little cash could get me I'm leaving my apprentice in charge of work...I expect to return to ruins smiles and waves at them ...I have faith in you really! -----signature----- "Are you sure you are not an Ooglith masquer with nothing actually inside?" My Fan Art: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=25954742&brd=10020&start=26270818 My Fan Fic's are in my Profile Proud Recipient of the Golden Elegos™
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kecen Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 4/15 5:46pm Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	Dying in the void of space ain't as pleasant as those folk songs have it, he should know by now. For a moment I thought he was going to attach Shimrra's hand to his bleeding stump. I swear these get more and more novel-worthy as time goes by (this could be an extra at the end of a Star Wars paperback). Eeeeee what is it? I need to know! Again, "Two-Headed Boy" by Neutral Milk Hotel is perfect for Nom Anor and his views of Shimrra (and the line "his lover who's floating and choking with her hands across her face"). -----signature----- there is nothing in the world that we can count on even that we will wake up is an assumption...but i know for a fact that i loved someone and for about a year he lived on Bastion... Member of the George R. Binks fanclub, whoo!
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Blue_but_beautiful Registered: Jan '06	Date Posted: 4/16 1:00am Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	Kecen posted: Dying in the void of space ain't as pleasant as those folk songs have it, he should know by now. For a moment I thought he was going to attach Shimrra's hand to his bleeding stump. I swear these get more and more novel-worthy as time goes by (this could be an extra at the end of a Star Wars paperback). Eeeeee what is it? I need to know! Again, "Two-Headed Boy" by Neutral Milk Hotel is perfect for Nom Anor and his views of Shimrra (and the line "his lover who's floating and choking with her hands across her face"). Geez they write folk songs about anything don't they lol. I know a good one, but i'd get told off for singing it here And LOL! That would have been humerous, though then he'd have one hand bigger than the other - not sure if that would bother him much though Nick Cave's Red right hand comes to mind Awww thanks very much Kecen, I'm surprised actually, it took me a long while to get in the right mood for writing this, luckily the block happened while I was computerless hehe. Strategic writers block, I love it! -----signature----- "Are you sure you are not an Ooglith masquer with nothing actually inside?" My Fan Art: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=25954742&brd=10020&start=26270818 My Fan Fic's are in my Profile Proud Recipient of the Golden Elegos™
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 4/16 6:16am Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	There in the far wall of the chamber, lay a small niche containing a small nutrient tank, not unlike those the shapers used to nourish and grow Vonduun crab armour. What lay inside, Nom Anor knew, would be his salvation. Loved it! -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. Army Mom! HOOAH! Adopt a soldier: http://soldiersangels.org/
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Blue_but_beautiful Registered: Jan '06	Date Posted: 4/16 7:16am Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	VaderLVR64 posted: There in the far wall of the chamber, lay a small niche containing a small nutrient tank, not unlike those the shapers used to nourish and grow Vonduun crab armour. What lay inside, Nom Anor knew, would be his salvation. Loved it! Thanks very much! I have the next chapter written up in rough, so perhaps i'll be able to type that up while i'm away, ready for posting when I get back -----signature----- "Are you sure you are not an Ooglith masquer with nothing actually inside?" My Fan Art: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=25954742&brd=10020&start=26270818 My Fan Fic's are in my Profile Proud Recipient of the Golden Elegos™
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Maggy Registered: Oct '04	Date Posted: 4/18 3:42am Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	Chapter 2 : Long arterial networks of passageways and ailing door-valves had never been so difficult to negotiate. The entire interior of the ship had begun to disintegrate around him, bits of fleshy organic matter dripped and flaked free from the coral walls, the acrid smell of decay hanging heavily in the air. that kind of sounds nasty .. what happening to ship? dying? The closer to Shimrra’s private chambers Nom Anor became, the worse the overpowering stench became. Millions of micro-organisms would be ravenously metabolizing, devouring the very surfaces he resided within, walked upon and required to reach his destination. These organisms would have lain dormant in every structure, every tissue that made up this vessel, the finest shapers would have seen to that and therefore the former prefect knew he had little time on his side. so the shapers made sure of that? must have something against him Pushing through the gooey membrane sealing off the area that had once served as Shimrra’s hall of confluence, Nom Anor’s one, real eye came to rest it’s gaze upon the blood-stained and decapitated form of the Supreme Overlord’s body. There it lay, strewn out over a still-flowing moat of blood - to which Shimrra had added his own to the morbid mix. Splayed where Luke Skywalker had left him, the massive baulk of Shimrra’s ginormous corpse was already beginning to be attacked by the starving and frenzied micro organisms that assailed the vessel also. ooops ... Grasping the amphistaff in his one remaining hand, he begrudgingly made it to Shimrra’s side, and kicked the overlord’s arm out to one side, sending a flurry of blood-engorged ngdins slithering out from beneath him. late revenge? Raising the solid weapon above his head, Nom Anor brought the amphistaff crashing down upon the joint between the overlord’s wrist and hand, almost severing the hand completely - the weapon wasn’t nearly as effective when it had expired, he thought as he discarded it. Hah! The air from within the chamber whooshed out and away so fast, it almost knocked the former prefect off his feet, his ears had become painful, popping with such a virulent intensity, that he could no longer hear the shrill and loud whistling of the air venting from the crumbling control spire. Nearby, several coral spines tore away from their ornate holdings, and tumbled their way down the capillary network of tunnels ominously, through which Nom Anor had just worked his way through. He better should get out of there … otherwise he will be cold piece of ice There in the far wall of the chamber, lay a small niche containing a small nutrient tank, not unlike those the shapers used to nourish and grow Vonduun crab armour. What lay inside, Nom Anor knew, would be his salvation. Curious what there is in the tank Great update, Blue Looking forward to the next Enjoy your holidays ~ Mags ~ -----signature----- The Revenant - http://boards.theforce.net/a/b10477/28313064 - co authored with Jedi Ant "Maggy rawks " - YodaKenbi Proud Recipient of the Golden Elegos™
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