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kecen
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Nom is going to have to pull an Anakin!Kunra and get some skin fast. Crazy how people name their kids (can't blame the mum, it's always the man). I wonder if how they hid a pregnant shaper.
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kecen posted:
Nom is going to have to pull an Anakin!Kunra and get some skin fast. Crazy how people name their kids (can't blame the mum, it's always the man). I wonder if how they hid a pregnant shaper.
haha, already got that one covered...no pun intended 
Bit sexist to say it's always the man, It's somewhat bad parenting on her part for saying she doesn't give a hoot, is it not?  And as for the latter, that is an entirely different story, I don't think they did, but that would take a lot of explaining - and possibly another fic - to reveal 
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Wonderful update! I really loved this part:
"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."
Really cool explanation of Nom Anor's background. 
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 the greates eu character to have ever been created, lives on. and i'm glad to see those loyal not give in to the surrender. very nice job blue
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VaderLVR64 posted:
Really cool explanation of Nom Anor's background.
Thank you very much! It was part of a fic-bunny i'd had for another fic way back, but never included it. As I was going into Nom Anor's background here, it seemed right to use it here instead Glad it seems to have worked out okay!
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the greates eu character to have ever been created, lives on. and i'm glad to see those loyal not give in to the surrender. very nice job blue
I couldn't have them surrender, that was one of my qualms with that moment - Nas Choka was way too level headed. Tsavong Lah ftw 
Thanks very much! More to follow.
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Blue_but_beautiful posted:
kecen posted:
Nom is going to have to pull an Anakin!Kunra and get some skin fast. Crazy how people name their kids (can't blame the mum, it's always the man). I wonder if how they hid a pregnant shaper.
haha, already got that one covered...no pun intended
Bit sexist to say it's always the man, It's somewhat bad parenting on her part for saying she doesn't give a hoot, is it not? And as for the latter, that is an entirely different story, I don't think they did, but that would take a lot of explaining - and possibly another fic - to reveal
Oh, but she didn't want to get preggers in the first place (it was Mr. Anor being a pig), did she? Hm, maybe they said she had a fluid buildup.
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kecen posted:
Blue_but_beautiful posted:
kecen posted:
Nom is going to have to pull an Anakin!Kunra and get some skin fast. Crazy how people name their kids (can't blame the mum, it's always the man). I wonder if how they hid a pregnant shaper.
haha, already got that one covered...no pun intended
Bit sexist to say it's always the man, It's somewhat bad parenting on her part for saying she doesn't give a hoot, is it not? And as for the latter, that is an entirely different story, I don't think they did, but that would take a lot of explaining - and possibly another fic - to reveal
Oh, but she didn't want to get preggers in the first place (it was Mr. Anor being a pig), did she? Hm, maybe they said she had a fluid buildup.
True, but two wrongs don't make a right
And LOL "that is some serious water retention you have there" might convince the extremely naive 
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We used to call our old high school Colditz. LOL
Pain brought them closer to the Gods, it was cleansing and this female, the shaper knew, would need all the cleansing she could get.
Makes you wonder how the warriors would have dealt with birth. LOL Bet they'd have all gone wimpy and shouted for epidurals.
"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,"
Poor little beggar. I feel sorry for him. Such a grim lot, the YV, aren't they!
"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."
Ah - so this is the story behind his name. Great job.
His plan was not to render himself disabled, only that he be rendered unrecognisable.
Wow. You can't help admiring his tenacity.
I like the confusion over Nom Anor's identity. He must have been laughing to himself.
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.
Wow - what a scene that would be. I'm very curious to know what Nom Anor's next move will be.
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We used to call our old high school Colditz. LOL
Hah! Mine didn't have a 'name' as such, it was just that horrible sense of forboding you felt, as you approached this really dindgey building in a field next to an airport DX You know the feeling, the one that made me think "How can I escape today?" lol.
Makes you wonder how the warriors would have dealt with birth. LOL Bet they'd have all gone wimpy and shouted for epidurals.
 Blasphemy!....though it did make me wonder
Poor little beggar. I feel sorry for him. Such a grim lot, the YV, aren't they!
And I felt sorry for him whilst writing it lol, but it was kinda integral to the plot, plus it's got him this far!
Ah - so this is the story behind his name. Great job.
Thanks I mixed a little fact and fiction over this one. Another idea I toyed with during this naming subject, was the whole non amour - nom anor analogy, his name perhaps meaning ' No Love' rather than what I had as option A.
Wow. You can't help admiring his tenacity.
I like the confusion over Nom Anor's identity. He must have been laughing to himself.
Yes, though be it through joy at his plan actually working for once, or in relief, I am not entirely sure. The thing I have to keep repeating to myself while writing this is "By any means necessary, as long as those means benefit me me me" lol - because that's the impression I got from reading about him in the NJO.
Wow - what a scene that would be. I'm very curious to know what Nom Anor's next move will be
if only there was a gimungous movie budget eh? Thanks very much Tahi I am still in the process of writing the next bit in draft, but more is most definitely on the way
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I finally have had time to read this chapter, silly boxes get in the way.
Anyhoo!
Great Chapter! I love the histroy of Nom! it was a great addition to his character! Keep up the good work!
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hehe yes that too will be what i'll be up to - I've been evicted from my house, gotta love infidels like my landlord 
Thanks very much! And I see you have updated your fic, i'll swing by there whilst at work tomorrow and have a read!
More to come from Nom, i've really been giving the notepad a thrashing lately, so expect something interesting (I hope) to come
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Blue:
Well it really could be worse...ok no it couldn't...perhaps he'll discover some amazing new smells down there
I am sure of that 
You read my mind
But I do not have this ability!
As he always does Shame Niiriit Esh missed that point, or perhaps that's what attracted her to him? XD
Maybe?
He is a Yuuzhan Vong Borsk Fey’lya then? 
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!
*chuckles*
Banana sling?
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.
I think not that the YV know what a good joke is
Nom was too long among infidels
Thanks for reading!
Thanks for sharing!
Chapter 6
Worldship Baanu Rwrnn - 172 years ago.
That is pretty long 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.
Good lungs
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.
I am pretty sure the all mighty Supreme Overlord does not concern himself with such minor work as to repair a worldship; that is the job of shapers and their minors after all – he as a warrior has to fight wars or train for them
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.
do they really believe that or was it told to them by the priests and the Overlord awesomeness that it is a fact that the new galaxy is for their best only?
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.
Crazy old man
"Look to the Gods," he had said, "look to the Gods for guidance, they would show the doubtful the true way.
*thinks* they will find Gods, a trickster and her twin
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.
From the shame she brought on herself with this kid? .. well lets name the kid – Nom
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.
As a shaper she should have known how to prevent it
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.
Really evil of the gods .. she can be lucky to not be shamed as in a shamed one now .. and her body parts did not fall apart
She held no form of love for this child's father, he was as self serving as he was cruel –
Oh oh that explains a bit
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.
I wonder why she sacrifices herself instead of the child  Or maybe it is just me ... a blood tribute would not have helped her?
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.
For a kid are always two needed
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.
And there he is ... in a pink thong already?
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.
With disgust I take – she nearly forgot about her
"It is a healthy male," she assured the rather stony-faced female, "You have a son."
And I am pretty sure she is not interested at all
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,"
What did I say?
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."
Oh he is his father’s child not mine .. do not all parents say that when the kid does something unpleased? And if it is just to craze the world .. or galaxy ..
The onlooking shaper, restless crecheling in arms, seemed to bristle some, who was this heretic to think she could order her around?
A former shaper – a high ranking one ... she did not lose her commanding voice LOL
Her son is definitely hers
"And his forename?" she persued, unable to keep the irked nature out of her voice.
Well she is displeased – shame was brought to her caste by the newly mother
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.
Short and pretty
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."
Wow – the infant must feel the love he is surrounded with
*****
Present day.
Uhh.. that makes Nom pretty old
Are they graced with long lives?
'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.
Lucky him, moving so ungracefully
It would be a shame if the others know
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.
Embrace it .. silly guy
Abominably poisonous, searing chemicals tore into the outer skin of his ooglith cloaker, ravenously disintegrating it in a matter of seconds.
he added another death to his long, long list – the cloaker 
Might it rest in peace
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.
Tsk! Another death because of him!  mass murderer
No sorry .. poor him, shamed by his mother and father, not liked by his own blood and kind!
Poor lad
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.
Poor lad – eaten alive
He should have thought of that!
*****
Miid Ro'ik cruiser - Yammka's Punishment - Yuuzhan'tar/Coruscant orbit.
Aww punishment LOL
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.
Lack of ears so he just hears hushed voices?
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.
*mutters* I do not say it, I do not say it, I do not say it
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.
After all those years he is walking around he should have learned to embrace the pain – mastered it
The stench was, he realized, coming from himself, a miasma of burning flesh and digestive juices that made the bile rise in his throat.
Maybe he should try it with washing
Sorry – that was uncalled for
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.
Taking a bath in it?
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.
he can’t be mistaken by the warmaster – by no means LOL
He is short and bunky and Shimrra was rather tall
Nom Anor was shorter than most, far too short to be mistaken for an overlord, even a considerably horrifically burned one.
I did just say that
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.
Oh oh oh ... did he create a new sport? Diving in the acid – you get nice scares and disfigurements ... all at once [face_silyl]
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.
Oh I am sure of that
The gnullith that had protected his vulnerable throat, lay dead and stiffened –
Poor gnullith!
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.
So he is watched ...
He closed his eye tight, listening to their incessant bickering, effectively deciding his fate with their quarrel.
hehe
"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.
a naked Yuuzhan Vong, bathing in acid and being crazy
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.
*cheers* go and show him
"You hold no authority over me, you pulled this shamed one from the maw luur, you should inform him!" He rumbled in outrage.
His secret is save for now
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!"
By no means ... they can`t think that is Omni, no?
"-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.
Well at least someone with brains ...
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."
Ahh .. someone who was at the battle
Why were not the others
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,
A sneaky one
One who tricks them all, and not only them
"One of the heretics?" The second subaltern suggested, and each warrior present, snarled in distaste.
Guess again
"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.
Very reasonable – even when the words are not quite right
"If he lives, why send a shamed one to do his bidding?" Yet another new voice rasped.
Why did Shimrra keep a shamed one as his personal pet all this time
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.
Interesting
Like a comm.
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.
Why not putting the shamed one into an embrace of pain and make him talk
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.
what happened there
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....
Darn – what shame
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.
Shocking news ...
"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."
How lucky is Nom? They are going to kill themselves around him and he is free?! And gets away again?!
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.
Uhh... because of the scene before him, or his own felt pain from being diving in acids?
Awesome
Me likes Blue!
Nom is really lucky! I doubt that he will kill himself just because all others do so – does that mean – like Spiky said already – he gets the ship without residence
Well ... a single man can’t fly it of course ... but there might be others who did not kill themselves in hope to escape?
Looking forward to the next part
- Mags
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Maggy, wow...that was a post and a half!
Oook, where to start...ah here
He is a Yuuzhan Vong Borsk Fey’lya then? - More than he knows I think, very good point!
Banana sling? -If there is, it's gone into hiding
That is pretty long ago - Yuuzhan Vong have thrice the lifespan of a human in the SWG, therefore as Nom is middle aged I believe, it would have to be a fair trek back, though in retrospect, perhaps I should have made it a bit longer ago?
Good lungs - You'd have good lungs too if you were just about to give birth to Mr. Slaphead there
I am pretty sure the all mighty Supreme Overlord does not concern himself with such minor work as to repair a worldship; that is the job of shapers and their minors after all – he as a warrior has to fight wars or train for them
That is assuming Quorreal was a warrior, it's never mentioned . And no, you are right, he wouldn't concern himself with menial things like that, hence why they were not repaired I guess! lol. Hmm I'm noticing a correlation between this and real life, I ask my landlord to get things fixed and I get evicted, they ask their overlord to get things fixed, they get sacrificed....hmmm Landlords, Overlords....could be XD
Ok I know, supposed to be relaxing *sniffs the lavender*
I wonder why she sacrifices herself instead of the child Or maybe it is just me ... a blood tribute would not have helped her? - Not only that, she did it to bring disgrace upon his father's domain, being as she's pointing the finger of blame firmly in his direction and all, she does not believe that sacrificing the child would put her in any better stead. Letting him live is merely a revenge tactic on her part.
For a kid are always two needed - Where do crechelings come from? Their parents of course!
And there he is ... in a pink thong already? - See reference answer two and hope it doesn't invert like those pants did during the EU pants game XD
A former shaper – a high ranking one ... she did not lose her commanding voice LOL
Her son is definitely hers - Think big, walk tall...shame he's shorter in height than average eh? We'll assume he got that from his dad too
Lucky him, moving so ungracefully - Watch as he glides like a Vua'sa on ice....*grimace*
he added another death to his long, long list – the cloaker - Don't put away your mourning hat just yet, he has a few more to add to the incredibly long list of casualties he is responsible for!
Tsk! Another death because of him! mass murderer - See, what did I say? And the latter surprises you how?
Why did Shimrra keep a shamed one as his personal pet all this time? - It was said, he did so as a display of his great power, though I think every Yuuzhan Vong and all their many living implants put together pondered that question.
How lucky is Nom? They are going to kill themselves around him and he is free?! And gets away again?!
- Luckier than a....lucky thing handing out, lucky bags....no I have no idea what I am on either. But isn't this what Nom Persistently does best?!
Uhh... because of the scene before him, or his own felt pain from being diving in acids? - I am afraid i'm gonna have to let you decide that one for now, hehe
Awesome
Me likes Blue!
Nom is really lucky! I doubt that he will kill himself just because all others do so – does that mean – like Spiky said already – he gets the ship without residence
Well ... a single man can’t fly it of course ... but there might be others who did not kill themselves in hope to escape?
Looking forward to the next part
- Mags - Thanks very much for the great review and questions, always like a good ponder and general silliness (distantly related to general grievous.....oh that was bad....oh the shame) thrown in is good too More on it's way!
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Note: I thought it was time I updated this, I have been suffering with too much RL-stress induced writers block, so please excuse me if it sounds a bit, well...bitty
This is actually only part one, I left it where I did as I want to do some severe editing in part two, but that's all I am saying on that
Thanks very much to whoever nominated me by the way
And as always, thanks muchly for reading!
He get's knocked down...but he get's up again.....
Chapter 7
1 Standard Week later.
A pleasantly cool breeze, wafted gently over the back of a prone figure, laid out carefully upon a moss-laden dais to one side of a large hut-like structure. Somewhere in the distance, the being could hear the soft bubbling of flowing water, avians sang further away, calling to one another in kind and all around him, he could hear the soft padding of someone’s feet - or was it two sets of feet? He listened again, concentrating as hard as he could manage.
No…only one, taking small, yet quick, steps.
Awareness was slowly returning to him, along with his senses, in what seemed like every gradual beat his heart had taken since awakening. He tried to open his eye, only to find that a strip of cloth, wound securely about his head, prevented him from doing so easily.
What had happened? How long had he been here like this?
And more importantly, was he now someone's captive?
No- they couldn’t know, he had made certain that he was unrecognizable! It would have been impossible to tell who he was after the time he had spent festering in the corrosive guts of that gods forsaken maw luur!
Was he a Galactic Alliance captive, or Yuuzhan Vong? Either way, his fate would surely be the same, would it not?
Execution - it was almost ironic.
The sound of someone’s approach caused him to tense abruptly, and he inconspicuously tried to wiggle his fingers experimentally - his hands remained unbound together, perhaps they had been careless, not expecting him to wake so soon? He had, however, clearly been drugged, his slow reactions testament to that fact.
Very un-Yuuzhan Vong.
The sudden weight of gentle, small hands upon his back, caused Nom Anor to start - visibly so - literally springing up several millimetres from his resting place, attempting to lash out at whoever his captor was, yet he found his limbs held oddly static. As he attempted to move, he became aware of the fact that restraints of some sort, held his wrists, waist, thighs and ankles gently, but firmly, in their position.
He began to really test his bonds, and at once heard a startled ‘squeak’ of surprise from the direction of whoever those hand’s belonged to, that was a nano second before a rather diminutive voice began to speak…..in basic.
“Oh! Please - you are safe, I don’t mean you any harm, but you are very badly injured; do not attempt to move any further.”
Nom Anor opened his mouth to speak, but found it to be as dry as bone dust.
As if pre-empting his question, the small voice responded in answer
“You are safe,” It repeated, and Nom Anor found it very hard to pinpoint with whom - or rather what - he was listening to, they sounded almost like a small infidel child!
And as for it proclaiming he were safe, well, safe was all a matter of opinion.
“You are on the world known as Zonama Sekot, but do not be alarmed, there is much to explain - you are lucky, you know, when they found you, the officers sent to retrieve those left aboard the Yuuzhan Vong craft, they thought you were dead - “
There was some shuffling of feet, and Nom Anor felt the cool moistness of some form of organic strips making contact with his heavily blistered skin. Pain, new and virulent in it’s many forms, blossomed with renewed energy across his seared nerves, forcing a hiss from his lungs, shamefully.
Neathlats!? This made no sense, since when did infidels begin to use neathlats?
“Apologies.” The voice said woefully, “You have sustained much damage, but we are doing all we can to heal you.”
“-We?” Nom Anor managed to strain the words out, though even that was an effort.
“Yes, we, the ferroans, those shapers and extolled that are willing to help and the Jedi"
The former prefect's blood ran icy, eclipsing the pain he felt from practically every nerve in his body - Jedi....did they know? Could they know who he really was? This one's tone suggested not, but he knew not if they were one of the Jedi, or indeed one of the ferroans that had apparently settled here too.
"My name is Tekli; I should congratulate you on reaching the world of your redemption." Her voice was too musically cheerful to be sarcastic, Nom Anor realized, she meant what she had said whole heartedly.
She believed him to be a shamed one...
His heart still drumming with post-shock and intensity, sang with gratitude for the plan that had actually worked. He was alive, yet presumed dead by those who would have interred him, tortured him, killed him in the most unworthy way - And Nom Anor intended to keep it that way.
He had done something similar before, when he had faced death at the hands of his own people, but he had learned how to stay hidden then, the intricacies of what would, or would not get one caught. Oh one day he would return alright, but it would be under very different circumstances.
"Remain still, I will fetch you some water, organic means if you wish?"
The former prefect nodded once, unable to keep himself from smiling maliciously as he heard the sound of miniscule retreating footsteps fade into the background noise of Zonama's native life.
The thought now re-entered his mind, that he was somehow familiar with the name 'Tekli,' though be that through information gifted to him by one of his agents, or some other means, he could not quite decide - his mind still tangled in the web of haziness that still clung to his fatigued mind and body.
In time he would remember, and in time, sooner than he would have liked perhaps, he would need to prepare for the worst. Contingency plans were often the best of all solutions, even when they were secondary to the first initiated plan to start with.
The sound of footsteps approaching brought Nom Anor abruptly out of his reverie and he was soon aware of a small presence in front of him.
"Here, drink in small sips, you have been incapacitated for some time."
He felt the edge of what must have been a drinking vessel, press against his painfully cracked lips. Obliging the invitation, he drank with relish, cool, life-giving water sliding past his lips and into his throat, quenching both thirst and putting a partial end to the bone-dryness of his entire gullet.
When he had drunk enough, Tekli took the vessel - a dried seed pod of some kind - away and placed it upon a surface to one side.
Turning, so that her voice was once again projected in the direction of the yuuzhan vong male, she spoke,
"If you need anymore, do not hesitate to ask....my apologies for the restraints and blindfold, the extent of your burns required that you be kept as immobile as possible." She seemed to sound more regretful now, as though the worst news was to come.
"I am afraid the acids that caused this, destroyed one of your eyes completely."
Nom Anor found it nigh on impossibly hard to prevent himself from issuing a bark of harsh laughter, how wrong could this Tekli be? How woefully wrong indeed.
Instead though, he merely responded using the same pitiful tone he had used beforehand.
"A worthy sacrifice, if it means that I live to see the redemption of the shamed with the one eye that remains."
He knew how infidel and heretic thought, he had spent extensive time among both groups - too long some had said - and knew much about their ways. Nom Anor knew without a doubt, how many of either group, would sacrifice much so that one could live, others choosing to injure themselves in minor ways if it meant life for themselves too, though perhaps they saw this as the lesser of two evils? Either way, the latter could be done out of pure selfish need for survival, in which case he was not too different from them at all.
Now there was an idea that served to fill him with disdain, but that was how it had been for as long as he could remember. Since his crèche days, he had done what he'd had to survive, to eliminate rivals and those who sought to do him harm, to get in the way of his ambitions and goals. Nothing and no one had stood in his way for long....not even Shimrra, he realized with a bitter inward chuckle.
The overlord's frozen corpse must be star food by now, as shattered and broken as his whole regime, brought to it's knees.
But not Nom Anor....he was still here, still able to achieve what he wished.
Tekli's strange snuffled-squeak of approval almost made him growl with disapproval at her interrupting his thoughts again, but he resisted all the same.
"When you recover, you may join your fellow extolled in the gardens of unity if you wish? We have begun creating a program of caste integration in this settlement. Some members from different castes have agreed to the terms stated by Sekot's magister, Jabitha." The small-sounding female was saying.
Through the quagmire of gibberish this female seemed to enjoy spouting, Nom Anor discerned an unfamiliar word -'extolled.'
It was not that he did not understand it's meaning, it was that he found it incredibly hard to believe, that the group he assumed had taken on this name, was made up entirely of workers and shamed ones.
Disgusting, utterly disgusting....the caste system had worked - integration could only mean conflict, a return to eternal domain disputes and power struggles far greater than any one person could contend with - especially if they too vied for power themselves.
Peace was not the Yuuzhan Vong way, but of course, the legacy of the true way lay in tattered ruins now. What would the priests make of all of this? He wondered.
"-But first I must ask you some questions"
Nom Anor stiffened at the sudden intrusive voice uttered those words...why now? Not now!
"...what is your name?"
He spoke without thought, plucking a name from thin air, making certain it was devoid of a domain name as were most shamed.
"Yem-zi"
The Yuuzhan Vong almost shuddered when he heard that same, chipper squeak of approval again, however, she was not through with him yet.
"When you were found, you were surrounded by many dead Yuuzhan Vong warriors, and curiously, what has since been confirmed to be a dead biological waste disposal unit? You must forgive my mistranslation...a maww-"
"Maw luur" Nom Anor corrected, cursing the slight edge to his voice, he had not expected to be questioned on this precarious matter until much much later - clearly they had decided that extracting the truth from him now, would give an impostor less time to think on their toes.
"Yes, that's it....from what I gathered from the report given by both Alliance official and Yuuzhan Vong interpreter, beings do not just fall into Maw luur."
There was an uncomfortable silence that drifted between them then, through which Nom Anor could hear the rapidly increasing beat of his heart hammering in his head, as the urge to fight or take flight, by any means necessary, began to kick in. He felt his muscles bunch painfully, but forced himself to ignore the sear of agony.
Could he free himself quick enough? His eye would be unused to the sudden influx of light, he would be fighting blind for several minutes, and on unknown territory. Only a fool fought in situations such as this.
"Yem-Zi..." Tekli gently pushed "What happened to you?"
TBC
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Ooooh very intresting! a new alias! great job!
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