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Blue_but_beautiful Registered: Jan '06	Date Posted: 5/17 10:30am Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor - Date Edited: 5/17 10:38am (1 edits total) Edited By: Blue_but_beautiful
	Note: Sorry this took so long, been snowed under with work amongst other things I already have the next chapter ready to type up, so that should be in quick succession Thanks again for reading, and sorry...looks like I am gonna torment you some more with the ending Chapter 5: Nom Anor had begun to tire, braced against either side of the gigantic creature’s throat-ridges as he was. Arms and legs screamed inwardly in agonistic protest for some form of respite. Sooner or later, he would be forced to admit defeat, forced to face the fact that no one was coming back for him. Funny, the former prefect realized, he had never imagined he would die like this, in ignominy. Of course, his tale of final-moment humility and self-sacrifice would live on through stories the Solo’s and Skywalker’s told to others, but ultimately, shame would await him in the afterlife - if indeed, there was an afterlife. He would be remembered best for all his misdeeds, all his foiled foolish plans that never seemed to work out, no matter how hard he had tried - And Nom Anor did not like that version of events at all. So there he clung, watching the darkness curl around him like the lover he never had, waiting for any sign that he was no longer alone. Time seemed to pass without event, unending and relentlessly….there was nothing, no sound or sign of rescue- Had he been a fool to think that someone would actually wish to return for Shimrra? That in his final days, Shimrra had made more enemies than any of his predecessors, who wouldn’t leave the dread lord to a pitiful death? Who wouldn’t rather vie for a chance to take his place - had that not been Nom Anor’s plan anyway? Wandering through thought processes, his method for ignoring the grating ache that assailed his fatigued limbs, he found himself lapse into a dazed semi consciousness. That was, until he felt it. A harsh jolt that almost shook him free of his precarious perch, followed by another, as if a suckered dread weapon had latched onto the maw luur with it’s attaching mandibles. Something had found him - something had actually come back for him! ***** Domain Skell Worldship, 165 years ago: If he judged it right, he would be able to cross the long, well-lit hall and make it through the adjacent entrance membrane, before the porthole irised closed completely. The shaper initiates would be due to arrived soon for their morning duties, and Nom Anor would join them as inconspicuously as possible. As a crecheling belonging to the intendant caste, he had no right nor a reason - at least in the eyes of others - to be here. But Nom Anor knew himself well enough, even at the tender age of nine Yuuzhan Vong years, to know that he never did anything without a reason. His reason, in this case, lay beyond the porthole to the shaper damutek. This week’s lessons from the priests of Yun-Harla, would prove ironically useful. Subterfuge was the most expedient way to gain the information one required, without your enemies becoming aware of your plans. But of course Yun-Harla was a fickle mistress as she was a foe, and she could quickly turn a situation on it’s head. Subterfuge required the favour of such a fickle trickster and as such, Nom Anor had spent many hours paying due to the goddess. This had all cumulated in him sacrificing two fingers from his left hand, he would perhaps replace them with useful biots if his plan succeeded. This would also please the priests no end, and their favour would work within Nom Anor’s own. It never hurt to have a contingency plan. Yes, things were about to become much more fortunate for Nom Anor, and the pompous, stuffy igot known as Q’an Skell, would be choking on the bitter tang of the insults he had dared to humiliate the youth with the previous day. A delicious tingle of adrenaline shot down his spine, it was a risk returning here, but Yun-Harla would find this equally as appetizing. One Ket Later: The teaching grashal teemed with the buzz of scandal and saccharine curiosity thick enough to proverbially stir. Rumours passed between crèche lings as mere whispers on their lips, the gods would have been called to witness, it would not do to speak of such rumours before the superior speaker - especially as what they whispered may be false accusation. Nevertheless, the entire intendant, crecheling population of this worldship had been summoned to this grashal to receive some news, news big enough to warrant the day’s lessons to be cancelled at very short notice. From a side porthole, that opened out onto the gargantuan tongue of a mature ganadote, stepped an elderly intendant, whitened whorls of spectacular tattoo’s adorning her very lean frame. She was dressed in the flowing, green robes of her caste, and seemed to command quite a presence as she entered the room, rendering the hall silent in that instant. Once she had set foot upon the tongue of the creature, it had extended it’s self fluidly, elevating her above the height of the crowd, until she was visible from the farthest point of the chamber. Extending one hand towards the crowd, the lithe female gestured to all as she spoke, “You have been summoned here, from your duties, to receive some information important to the learning of you all.” The crowd were all ears. “Receive it well, for one day you may count on the lessons learned by this event, in order to deliver yourselves from such an ignoble fate.” Now the muttering had begun again, reaching a level, that the warrior guarding the entrance to the grashal, found abhorrently unacceptable. He cracked his own amphistaff against the thigh-plate of his armour, sending the crecheling nearest to him into a wise quiescence, and then he bellowed, “Silence, petulant fools!” It had the desired effect, and the elderly, ganadote-elevated intendant, chopped her head once in acknowledgement and thanks. A rather rare exchange of respect. “I bring word of assassination,” Her eyes now narrowed, sockets darkened by the deadly serious scowl she wore upon her furrowed brow, “Naught but a ket ago, High Prefect Q’an Skell was discovered in his damutek, slain in a most dishonourable way.” No one made a sound, nor dared to draw breath, death was to be embraced when honourable, dishonour would mean eternal unrest, to be spurned by the gods and denied the glory that awaited the honoured! For one as auspicious as the High Prefect to be denied this, it had to be the work of the gods, did it not? The female continued, “Poisoning, one manufactured by the shaper caste, not naturally found among already existing biots.” Among the packed crowd of crèche lings, Nom Anor sat patiently, inconspicuous, due to his diminutive height, listening to the female intendants’ report, but inwardly he was alive with the glory of satisfied excitement. It had been risky to say the least, acquiring the protocol to shape a yanskac, but to then modify it’s chelipeds in such a way as to make them lethal, as opposed to merely painful, on contact, well….Nom Anor knew he had outdone himself. He had a knack for such things, and he was not entirely sure why - the shapers arts merely made him curious, they were also an expedient way to gain what he wanted, it seemed. If only his birth parents could have seen him now, know what he had engineered, perhaps in some minute way, they would be able to feel the same sense of selfish pride he did now? After all, he had to have inherited such surreptitious inclinations from somewhere. “Prefect Yoog Skell has been escalated to the rank of High prefect, by order of Supreme Overlord Quorreal. The shapers responsible for the acts of assassination taken against Q’an Skell, have been sacrificed on charges of heresy.” Heresy? Had his shaping taken on a heretical turn? He had not suspected that. Nor did he care. As the female finished her speech, stepping down from the ganadote tongue, Nom Anor allowed himself a pleasantly indulgent smile. ***** Present day: Another harsh jerk, followed by a grating scrape, as thought the pod of the maw luur’s corpse, was being pulled between a giant set of jaws, set Nom Anor on edge. This was it, there was no turning back now, only forwards - be that into oblivion as it might well be. And all this meant that he would need to go through with the final, horrific part of his plan. It would take the warriors a while to pry open the clamped-shut jaws of the deceased maw luur, during which time, the highly corrosive stomach acid of the creature, would have enough time to thaw some. Glancing downwards, as if staring death in the face, Nom Anor prepared himself for the unthinkable. TBC Ahahahah haha! I know, I'm sorry, but really - it's best if you wait to see -----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: 5/17 10:47pm Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	Haha! The Commander will be finding a poison yanskac in his salad. -----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: 5/18 5:58am Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	kecen posted: Haha! The Commander will be finding a poison yanskac in his salad. But those salad's are the best kind If anyone ever needed a reason to stop eating salad, this was probably it - though I really like salad I kind of likened it to what happens if you eat a stone-fish without removing the spines first. That was my inspiration anyway. -----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: 5/18 3:27pm Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	Nice work by Nom. Killed a nemesis and framed some shapers for it. Potential, even at a very 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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Maggy Registered: Oct '04	Date Posted: 5/19 8:00am Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	Blue: Authors Note: Well it couldn't get much worse for Nom Anor could it?......Could it?! Ya will find a way Chapter 4: Uhh … that somehow reminds me of Boba Fett and the Sarlacc Though Nom does it on purpose and is not pushed in The villip mistress, a rather haggard looking female, took up a position of genuflection, pressing her forehead to the deck before uttering, “Belek tiu Commander, but the signal is that of Dread Lord Shimrra himself.” Sneaky sneaky sneaky little Nom “If Lord Shimrra survives, we may yet have the advantage over our enemies.” He will be disappointed to find only Nom in a garbage chute nonetheless Chapter 5: Funny, the former prefect realized, he had never imagined he would die like this, in ignominy. Eaten by a dying garbage chute? Well he is in good company by the nearly death experience of garbage chutes anyway … There is Han, Leia and Luke, nearly pressed to death on the first Death Star, saved by a chirping tin .. and of course Boba, who fell not in a garbage chute, but in an acid stomach of the Sarlacc ***** Heresy? Had his shaping taken on a heretical turn? He had not suspected that. Nor did he care. He does what is best for himself ***** It would take the warriors a while to pry open the clamped-shut jaws of the deceased maw luur, during which time, the highly corrosive stomach acid of the creature, would have enough time to thaw some. Glancing downwards, as if staring death in the face, Nom Anor prepared himself for the unthinkable. He still has his armor, no? it should allow some protection Looking forward to the dumbfounded faces when not Shimrra but Nom is crawling out of the garbage chute -----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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Blue_but_beautiful Registered: Jan '06	Date Posted: 5/19 9:37am Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	Spike2002 posted: Nice work by Nom. Killed a nemesis and framed some shapers for it. Potential, even at a very young age I know, aren't you proud? lol. Maggy: Ya will find a way And I usually do [i]He will be disappointed to find only Nom in a garbage chute nonetheless Well it really could be worse...ok no it couldn't...perhaps he'll discover some amazing new smells down there Eaten by a dying garbage chute? tongue silly Well he is in good company by the nearly death experience of garbage chutes anyway … There is Han, Leia and Luke, nearly pressed to death on the first Death Star, saved by a chirping tin .. and of course Boba, who fell not in a garbage chute, but in an acid stomach of the Sarlacc You read my mind He does what is best for himself As he always does Shame Niiriit Esh missed that point, or perhaps that's what attracted her to him? XD He still has his armor, no? it should allow some protection He was still wearing the garb of a shamed one I believe - you know, after his brief switcharoo in the sacred square on Yuuzhan'tar. Nothing like the ol'switcharoo! Looking forward to the dumbfounded faces when not Shimrra but Nom is crawling out of the garbage chute Yeah, somehow I don't think "April Fools!" will break the ice here. there is a plan, never fear...but then again you know what I think of 'plans' lol. Thanks for reading! -----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: 5/20 12:14pm Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	Another harsh jerk, followed by a grating scrape, as thought the pod of the maw luur’s corpse, was being pulled between a giant set of jaws, set Nom Anor on edge. This was it, there was no turning back now, only forwards - be that into oblivion as it might well be. And all this meant that he would need to go through with the final, horrific part of his plan. It would take the warriors a while to pry open the clamped-shut jaws of the deceased maw luur, during which time, the highly corrosive stomach acid of the creature, would have enough time to thaw some. Glancing downwards, as if staring death in the face, Nom Anor prepared himself for the unthinkable. Another wonderful post! I can't wait to see what will happen next. -----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: 5/21 1:28pm Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	VaderLVR64 posted: Another harsh jerk, followed by a grating scrape, as thought the pod of the maw luur’s corpse, was being pulled between a giant set of jaws, set Nom Anor on edge. This was it, there was no turning back now, only forwards - be that into oblivion as it might well be. And all this meant that he would need to go through with the final, horrific part of his plan. It would take the warriors a while to pry open the clamped-shut jaws of the deceased maw luur, during which time, the highly corrosive stomach acid of the creature, would have enough time to thaw some. Glancing downwards, as if staring death in the face, Nom Anor prepared himself for the unthinkable. Another wonderful post! I can't wait to see what will happen next. Thanks very much, and more is most certainly on it's way - with a hopefully less torturous post for the readers -----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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Tahi Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 5/22 3:36am Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor - Date Edited: 5/22 3:37am (1 edits total) Edited By: Tahi
	You know I actually think the maw luur is a very good idea. Good way of getting rid of all the waste and still being kind to the environment. He wasn’t going to like this, he decided, but when had Nom Anor done something he truly relished lately? That's so true. He's kind of the ultimate cynic who's really blown any chance he has for simple contentment by all his plotting and manipulation. However he IS interesting. “- I am receiving an attempted communication pulse from one of the primary signal villips, the pulse is weak, but the source is within range.” Aha - think I know what that means. “If Lord Shimrra survives, we may yet have the advantage over our enemies.” Boy, I almost feel sorry for poor old Vorrik. Next chapter So there he clung, watching the darkness curl around him like the lover he never had, waiting for any sign that he was no longer alone. That was a nice metaphor. You captured a lot of Nom Anor's defining aspects there, and made me sympathise with him. Now the muttering had begun again, reaching a level, that the warrior guarding the entrance to the grashal, found abhorrently unacceptable. He cracked his own amphistaff against the thigh-plate of his armour, sending the crecheling nearest to him into a wise quiescence, and then he bellowed, “Silence, petulant fools!” Ah - that brought back memories of my old high school. (All the Monty Pythons fans shout: "Luxury!") Ah, so evil old Nom Anor poisoned the old High Prefect. Bad boy. I really enjoy the flashbacks filling in Nom Anor's backstory. I'm also enjoying the intrigue as to what he has planned. Great posts. -----signature----- Anahiri #6 http://boards.theforce.net/fan_fiction_resource/b10304/18446448/p33 The magazine for A/T fans Many Happy Returns http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/11018706/p81/?2011 Master to THE_PIED_PIPER
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Blue_but_beautiful Registered: Jan '06	Date Posted: 5/24 3:11am Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	Thanks Tahi, nice to see you here again There will be more in the way of those flashbacks, some delving deeper into his origins, such as (without giving too much away) naming for instance, in the next chapter, and those to follow. I think it's very much the 'how will you escape this time?' factor that made him so interesting, he managed to survive pretty much anything thrown at him, through downright underhanded tactics that just made it entertaining to read. He is a lot of fun to write Tahi posted: Ah - that brought back memories of my old high school. (All the Monty Pythons fans shout: "Luxury!") grin That I can see, it reminded me a bit of mine too XD Thanks for reading! -----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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jhc36 Registered: Mar '03	Date Posted: 5/30 8:22am Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	once again you give us a no holds barred nom anor. love it. he is probably the most cunning and egocentric characters ever written, and you are just continuing his legacy. i love it. can't wait to see how he pulls this next scene off. and you going back and giving us a back story is amazing! loved how evil he was at the beginning. perhaps jacen solo should have stayed and learned more while he was in the embrace of pain. he would have been an even better sith lord. -----signature----- Al' Yammka Supreme Overlord,Yuuzhan'tar the Yuuzhan Vong Homeworld Long Live the Yuuzhan Vong Nom Anor Will be Back!!! Proud Recipient of the Golden Elegos™
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Blue_but_beautiful Registered: Jan '06	Date Posted: 5/30 3:48pm Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor - Date Edited: 5/30 4:42pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Blue_but_beautiful
	jhc36 posted: once again you give us a no holds barred nom anor. love it. he is probably the most cunning and egocentric characters ever written, and you are just continuing his legacy. i love it. can't wait to see how he pulls this next scene off. and you going back and giving us a back story is amazing! loved how evil he was at the beginning. perhaps jacen solo should have stayed and learned more while he was in the embrace of pain. he would have been an even better sith lord. Thanks, I am glad it seems that I am keeping him in character, I always try to be careful about things like that - an old RP habit I guess - He is one of the more complex people among the Yuuzhies to write about, though also the one we got to see the most of, so that definitely helps. I often think the writers should have delved a bit into his past, see where he came from and suchlike, but their not doing so just gave me food for thought I mean the only slight-relative we know he has, was Phaa Anor - and he certainly didn't seem too fond of old Nom either The little backstory part here, was actually inspired by a bit of childish revenge my best friend and I got on someone who tried to get us in trouble when we were seven or eight. We sprinkled something unpleasant (and I stress not deadly) in her lunch and sat back to watch the fireworks - but it backfired and ended up in us all being rounded up in the school hall and being questioned as a group as to who had done the deed. Fortunately, the pair of us managed to give a convincing "I would never do that" when asked if we did it. To this day she doesn't know who it was....sorry Rebecca if you are reading this...it was partly me - but you shouldn't have told on me in class Oh he's egocentric alright, never imagined him any other way hehe. Another fic-bunny in your reply though, what would Jacen Solo have become had Vergere been less controlling in her own manipulative, backwards-legged way? What if Jacen had spent a bit more time with Nom Anor, would he have learned a bit of subtelty perhaps? Thanks for reading and reviewing! And remember crechelings, revenge is a dish best served cold, not with pencil shavings -----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: 6/2 5:58am Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor - Date Edited: 6/2 6:07am (2 edits total) Edited By: Blue_but_beautiful
	Note: They tried to make me do some admin, but I said no, no, no - it was quiet at work today, so I decided to type the next part of this up. There are still a few things I may tweak to fit with the next chapter, but I may leave it as it is, I rather like it this way So in this one, we finally get to see the beginning of Nom Anor's plan, there is a way out of everything, and he seems to be a master at escaping by the skin of his teeth. No change here I hope! Thanks for reading -Blue As I Die Chapter 6 Worldship Baanu Rwrnn - 172 years ago. The loud, shrill cry permiated the thick, fleshy walls of the damutek's birthing chamber, piercing it's membrane and echoing out into the crumbling chambers beyond. This worldship was in a state of severe disrepair, it's inhabitants doomed to a slow agonizing death, when the vessels' days were numbered - which would be soon, if Supreme Overlord Quorreal sat idle too long. Many of the older worldship's inhabitants had voiced on many an occasion, that the new galaxy - of which many an scout had mentioned in supposedly confidential meetings with the dread one - was their only chance at survival for the majority of their species. Left to languish out here, the warriors turned on each other, thirsty for war which they could only simulate in blood-feuds and domain disputes. Such pleas had fallen on deaf ears, the ageing Overlord had sent many to their deaths for daring to voice such concerns. "Look to the Gods," he had said, "look to the Gods for guidance, they would show the doubtful the true way. Within the birthing chamber walls, a shaper busied herself in tending to the rooms only other occupant, who was laying propped up on her elbows, knees drawn up as she sweated and growled her way through the process of giving birth. Like all things Yuuzhan Vong, pain was the mainstay of this event, and the shaper tending to her pregnant female, would have no more offered her something for the pain, than the woman trying to embrace it would have asked for such things. Pain brought them closer to the Gods, it was cleansing and this female, the shaper knew, would need all the cleansing she could get. During the earliest stages of her pregnancy, the secrets of this female's heresy had gone unseen, but as the klekkets went by, she could not deny the abhorrently obvious truth. She was a shaper herself and as such, knew the act that she had partaken in - though it had not been entirely of her own free will - was forbidden to her, let alone the one form of shaping denied to shapers of her rank. Yet the gods had sought to teach her a lesson in servility, bestowing upon her the very product of forbidden shaping, before long, it was too late. She held no form of love for this child's father, he was as self serving as he was cruel - and that being half the reason of their union, was why she could feel nothing but contempt for him. This child was a permanent reminder of that hatred, a stain upon her domain and would be denied ascension into the shaper caste, she had seen to that herself. The shaper wanted nothing more to do with this child, or their father, she would not tarnish her domain name any further. Indeed, once this task was over and done with, the priest's ornate sacrificial coufee awaited to open her veins and return her to the gods for her final, eternal punishment. The young female would not pray for leniency, only that whatever horrors and agony awaited her in the afterlife, that the one partly responsible for this, would face the same atrocities tenfold, for what he had brought upon them. When what seemed like all the agony in a thousand worlds would overcome her ability to embrace it, a loud mewling cry broke the uneasy sounds of laboured breathing and grunts of stifled pain. The tending shaper stepped forward, one serrated finger-tool outstretched, to cut the crecheling free of it's umbilical cord, wrapping the infant in a pre-prepared living cloth as she went. After a while, she glanced down at the exhausted female beside her - she had once been her colleague. "It is a healthy male," she assured the rather stony-faced female, "You have a son." The bedraggled female closed her eyes, head lolling listlessly to one side, she gestured with one hand uncaringly - sight might hold sway over her feelings, and she could not afford that now. "Take it away," The tending shaper's headdress knotted in a sudden surprised motion, serpentine tendrils remaining rigid as she glanced from mother to son and then back again. "He will need a name and it is not my place to provide one, his domain - " The other female cut her off sharply, "-is not my domain," she said "he will have his father's domain name, he deserves no less." The onlooking shaper, restless crecheling in arms, seemed to bristle some, who was this heretic to think she could order her around? "And his forename?" she persued, unable to keep the irked nature out of her voice. The crecheling's mother turned to look at them now, gaze flickering to the still-mewling infant. Her eyes seemed to glaze over for a moment or two, then suddenly cleared again as she came to a final decision. "Nom," she replied with much clarity, mulling over the way that sounded in her mind and on her tongue. The shaper's tendrils were a picture of chaotic confusion - had she heard right? "Nom?" She did of course know what that word meant, enemy, more specifically 'enemy of a people.' Yuuzhan Vong were a species very much into giving their offspring symbolic names, but this? This was a carefully thought out subtle insult if uttered in the right context. "Yes," the other female reiterated, "Nom Anor." ***** Present day. 'Crack - splash!' The sound of Nom Anor falling from his precarious perch and into the belly of the maw luur, would not be heard by those working furiously outside the space-hardened corpse. However, the tormented agonistic cries he issues as he plunged, face-down, into the acrid, corrosive stomach acids, would be heard clearly. There was no denying this pain, be you Yuuzhan Vong or otherwise, and had he not been assailed by it, Nom Anor may well have wondered why this was not used as a means of torture. Abominably poisonous, searing chemicals tore into the outer skin of his ooglith cloaker, ravenously disintegrating it in a matter of seconds. It then began to eat away at Nom Anor's own flesh, causing the skin beneath to crack and blister repeatedly, as it attacked all that it touched. The gnullith lasted only long enough for the former prefect to dunk his whole head into the festering pool of bio-chemical fire and then raise it again, it burned away the fragile flesh of his ears, leaving only raw cartelidge in it's wake, the delicate lids of his eyes too, at which he was unable to resist balling his burning fists, in order to rub the veracious enzyme-laden liquid away - lest he lose his vision. The venom spitting plaeryin bol was not so lucky, as when he had raised his head, Nom Anor felt it detach it's self as it died and then plopped into the chemical soup with a sizzle. His plan was not to render himself disabled, only that he be rendered unrecognisable. Surging liquid fie continued to burn his nerves to smouldering embers, every torturous second a new level of agony more unthinkable than the last, he could no longer hear the sounds of his own self torture...his vocal chords had been shouted into raw oblivion. And then he felt something latch onto his blistering shoulders, yanking him free of the effluent pool with a force that sent his weeping skin searing with a new torment - that was when Nom Anor, though he forbade it in mind, lost himself to a state of woeful unconsciousness. ***** Miid Ro'ik cruiser - Yammka's Punishment - Yuuzhan'tar/Coruscant orbit. The first thing he became aware of, was the smell, or more accurately the acrid stench. Putrid as any festering shamed one, yet almost overpowering in it's raw form. The next thing,was the rasping sounds of tense, hushed voices arguing nearby. For a considerable length of time, Nom Anor could not remember what, exactly, his plan had been, nor why he lay here, limbs splayed out undignified on the knobbly surface of the miid ro'ik cruiser's deck. That was until, of course, he felt the searing, blistering pain return to assault his nerves, and the intendant was forced to grit his teeth unbearably hard, in order to stifle his grand discomfort. The stench was, he realized, coming from himself, a miasma of burning flesh and digestive juices that made the bile rise in his throat. Now he remembered every last moment of his ordeal, from entering the mouth of the maw luur, to the final moments languishing in tense silence as it's festering stomach juices bubbled up from below, almost taunting him, daring him to do what he had done next. He had been found though, that was one minor triumph, though now the former prefect knew his fate rested partly in the hands of those who had found him. It was a bold and dangerous move Nom Anor had thrust his hopes into. The warriors who had retrieved him, would surely be aware of the fact that he was not Shimrra by now - there were few ways to replicate someone of that sheer immensity, and none of those ways took anything short of years. Nom Anor was shorter than most, far too short to be mistaken for an overlord, even a considerably horrifically burned one. What he was banking on, was that his descent into the dead maw luur's digestive acids, had disfigured him enough to be beyond recognition, even by Yuuzhan Vong standards. The intendant was rather infamous, for one reason or another, even among his own kind and his re-defection would not have gone unmissed - nor unreported. Yet the fact these warriors had not slain him outright gave him some hope, and if it would not have burst boiling blisters upon his irreversibly marred face, he may have found the cause to smile. The gnullith that had protected his vulnerable throat, lay dead and stiffened -starfish limbs arcing up in the in - a few meters away, he noted as he dared to crack open a scarred eyelid. His vision remained relatively unchanged, light blinding him for a second or two. Beyond the gnullith, lay the decaying maw luur, much worse for wear after it's sudden space adventure. Before it, Nom Anor could see the booted feet of warriors. He closed his eye tight, listening to their incessant bickering, effectively deciding his fate with their quarrel. "Subaltern, you will inform Commander S'khim Vorrik of what we have discovered here." piped up a rather stocky female of the same rank as who she was addressing. The subaltern to which she had spoken, drew himself up unimpressed by this females petulant lack of respect, his imposing form towering over her by several inches. She remained steadfast, equally unimpressed by the male's intention to intimidate her. "You hold no authority over me, you pulled this shamed one from the maw luur, you should inform him!" He rumbled in outrage. A dark smouldering fire seemed to burn in the female subaltern's eyes, incensed she managed to control her anger well, though she too, took a step forward threateningly, "Inform him of what?" She hissed icily, "That we were unable to locate the Supreme one? That we recovered instead, his familiar?! This is unimportant!" "-That is not his familiar." A new voice intoned curiously, and the pair of subalterns - now inches away from each other - turned to face the new speaker, incredulous. A far younger warrior, of slighter build and a tight knot of black hair adorning the top-most point of his slanted skull, approached with confidence. "I was present at the slaughter of the heretics, at the place of bones, I observed Shimrra rejoining his entourage...and his familiar, this is not him." A long, tense silence ensued, during which, many wayward glances were cast from warrior to warrior, all had the same burning question licking flames at the back of their minds. But it was the first subaltern only, who had the courage to ask what she did next. "Then who, is that?" She pointed a quivering finger in the direction of Nom Anor, "One of the heretics?" The second subaltern suggested, and each warrior present, snarled in distaste. "Stay your hand!" A voice filtered out from the crowd, just as the female subaltern had taken several steps towards the acid-burned figure still prone on the floor. "It may withhold information about what has happened here, dread Lord Shimrra may yet live! If we sacrifice this shamed one now, we may never learn his whereabouts." The voice explained. "If he lives, why send a shamed one to do his bidding?" Yet another new voice rasped. The exchange continued, much to the annoyance of both subalterns, but it was during this time that the tactical villips upon both subaltern's shoulders, everted to convey some devastating news. Unlike normal, free-standing villips, these were smaller, bioengineered to convey voice only, much like a secure comm frequency. The rowdy warriors continued to argue amongst themselves, some even issuing challenges over the matter, all unaware of both subaltern's slowly darkening expressions of purest incredulity. Ashen-faced, aside from the deepest blue of their eyesacs, slowly they tried to make sense of the words they had heard from their commander. They had been words conveyed down from Warmaster Nas Choka, passed to them through S'khim Vorrik, ordering them to do likewise with their own subordinates. The orders had barely left S'khim Vorrik's tattered lips, before the sounds of him opening his own veins with his coufee sounded through the villip also - a second later, the creature inverted, taking with it the gurgling sounds of death. The first subaltern opened her mouth to relay the last words of their Commander, of their Warmaster, realization still slowly descending into her mind like drizzle. There was no hope, no glory awaited them in the afterlife.... Neither subaltern had noticed now, that all eyes were upon them, nor would they have cared if the circumstance had been any different. And when the male did notice, he too found difficulty in forming the words to speak upon his own tongue. "Word from the Warmaster...." he paused, disbelief staining his every thought, "Stand down, we have failed. Those of you who cannot face the disgrace of surrender, may take their own lives accordingly." Realization took a moment more of everyone's time to slowly dawn upon the small group. Cries of anger, disbelief and denial, filled the air, all intermixed with a palpable and veracious anger that seemed to tear through the large chamber- a stark pre-emptive metaphor for what was to come. This was followed by the sounds of coufees and amphistaffs tearing through flesh and bones of their wielders, anger-saturated death cries cursed the heretics, some cursing Shimrra, his madness and his betrayal of the gods too. And from his unforgiving resting place, Nom Anor watched it all, embraced by an inner anguish of his own. 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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Spike2002 Title: FF-UK RSA Arena Manager Registered: Feb '02	Date Posted: 6/2 7:16am Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	Enemy of the people, eh? And is Nom now alone on a Yuuzhan Vong warship? He could have his own little personal warship to become a warlord with -----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: 6/2 10:03am Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor - Date Edited: 6/2 4:22pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Blue_but_beautiful
	Spike2002 posted: Enemy of the people, eh? And is Nom now alone on a Yuuzhan Vong warship? He could have his own little personal warship to become a warlord with Of sorts, yes, and Spike...you know that would be telling Never said he was alone, then again I never said he wasn't either Not a bad idea you have there though! (unless you are counting the fact he's one person and it takes several to run that vessel...oh and there is a whole fleet to go up against ) -----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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