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Blue_but_beautiful Registered: Jan '06	Date Posted: 7/5 7:35am Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	Tahi posted: I'm really surprised, pleasantly, that people like this fic, I always thought people tended to gloss over these fics - poor old Yuuzhies I think readers appreciate something creative and a bit different, and quality writing is quality writing no matter who or what the fic is about. Nom Anor had already concocted an answer for her, his mind was not yet ready to fail him. "It was imperfect," He hissed, "Many of the war vessels were seeded on yuuzhan'tar, the worldbrain was sent into chaotic moments of strange thought for several ket after the events that transpired, when the Jeedai, Jacen Solo came into contact with it at the well of the worldbrain." This time, Tekli remained silent and Nom Anor was now confident he had her attention. Boy, you know Nom Anor reminds me of my husband. Same incredible skill at making up plausible stories. I love the way you describe Tekli - you have such empathy for your characters. Ah, old Nom Anor is such a survivor! You can't help but admire him even while you hate him. LOL Great post. LOL yeah he reminds me a bit of my fiancee too , cept I seem to be the only who can spot when he's fibbing. He will tell someone a lie and when we get out of hearing distance, i'm like "That, was a terrible lie." and he usually responds "How do you do that?!" female intuition Thank you very much, I do like to try and get into the minds of the characters a bit, though Tekli was a bit of a challenge as I hadn't written Jedi for about 2 years and a half, very strange territory! Glad you liked it though We will be seeing more old faces in the chapters to come, some that Nom Anor will be very familiar with too... 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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Robimus Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 7/5 11:43am Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	"Yes, I heard them with my own-" Nom Anor paused, acknowledging the prominent pain that still ravaged his body, even now, did he even have ears anymore? Well, he could hear. I loved this line and really enjoy the skill with which you capture the Vong throughout your entire story. Irksome jeedai! I agree! You capture Nom's coniving character sooo well. Congratulation, love the story. -----signature----- I am forever seeking the damutek of Hooley Krekk Oh, woe! Oh, misery! Oh, unhappiness. Hooley Krekk where are you?
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Blue_but_beautiful Registered: Jan '06	Date Posted: 7/6 2:10am Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	Robimus posted: "Yes, I heard them with my own-" Nom Anor paused, acknowledging the prominent pain that still ravaged his body, even now, did he even have ears anymore? Well, he could hear. I loved this line and really enjoy the skill with which you capture the Vong throughout your entire story. Irksome jeedai! I agree! You capture Nom's coniving character sooo well. Congratulation, love the story. Hehe, the part about him being unsure about having ears, was actually what I was wondering at the point of writing it, but I thought it worked well as one of his thoughts and added a little quirky humour, so I threw that in there Thanks very much for the reviews and for reading, I am glad you're enjoying 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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TheOnlyJediPrincess Registered: Jul '06	Date Posted: 7/7 8:00am Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	Yes things Surely are looking up for Nom Anor! Great Job Blue! congratulations on the nominations! -----signature----- "The truth is always greater then the words we choose to describe it." http://jediseeker1.deviantart.com/ http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/24991271/p5/?120 Padawan to Aiel The Key http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/27627057/p1/?7
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 7/7 8:04am Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	Yet another stunning chapter! You've really got a knack for making these characters, who are so DIFFERENT from us, real and complex. -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. Proud New Army Mom - off to bootcamp!
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Blue_but_beautiful Registered: Jan '06	Date Posted: 7/8 6:17am Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	TheOnlyJediPrincess posted: Yes things Surely are looking up for Nom Anor! Great Job Blue! congratulations on the nominations! Yep, he really shouldn't be counting his blessings too soon though...or should he, muahaha! You'll have to wait and see Thank you, and err thank you! VaderLVR64 posted: Yet another stunning chapter! You've really got a knack for making these characters, who are so DIFFERENT from us, real and complex. Thanks I loved the way some of them thought, and interacted with the more 'normal' species in the SWU. My fave interaction being the little jibes and lessons shared between Vua Rapuung and Anakin Solo, some of those were hilarious. Nom Anor was certainly very hard to figure out a lot of the time, some times as a reader I was drawn into the plot thinking "ok, so does he actually mean that then?" XD But that just makes him more interesting to write. -----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: 7/22 8:59am Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	Note: I'm back! Did you miss me? Well I was productive in many ways while I was away I have a nice new chapter to post - I've already decided how this is all going to end, but we have a fair way to go with that yet! The plot thickens...though i'm hoping that it's not giving too much away just yet. Chapter 8: The next few weeks were pure agony, and not simply because of Nom Anor's injuries. During his healing sessions, Tekli would often visit, simply to inform him of what to expect when he re-entered Yuuzhan Vong society - or should that have been Sekotan society?- and to check k on his progress...or so she said. But the former prefect knew otherwise- He could tell that she was checking more than just his health, as the young chadra-fan Jedi would often ask him to recount his story, in greater and greater detail, clearly hoping to catch him out with some slip of his memory. Nom Anor was an old hand at keeping his stories watertight, it would do the Jedi no good at all - nothing short of the Haar Vhinic would have kept the lies from slipping off of his tongue and he knew that Jedi sorcery was practically futile. The healers had, however, let him free of his bonds, deeming his recovery progress good enough that he could be more mobile. Nom Anor had made the most of this, taking the time to get a fix on his immediate surroundings, the comings and goings of those ferroans and GA operatives assigned to this world, when he was supposedly merely going to get 'fresh air'. There was, as he had suspected, a strong Jedi presence upon Zonama - Tekli being the only one at this particular settlement, but word had reached his ears, that Tahiri Veila and the Jedi Healer Cilghal were also on world - as was that wreched scientist Danni Quee. He had also taking his first glimpse of the blistered and bloody half-healed mess that he had become. Scars, still raw and fresh, littered him from head to toe, hiding all but a casual glimpse of the whorls of spectacular tattoos that had once adorned him. His one blue eye was relatively unaffected, and perhaps was the only part of himself that prevented Nom Anor from believing that he was staring back at someone else, as opposed to his own reflection. His limbs were all intact, aside from the hand he had lost via Leia Solo's lightsaber, and that still posed an issue to him - there was little in this galaxy more distinguishable than a lightsaber wound, and Tekli would have surely recognized it. It was in his moment of realization, that the Yuuzhan Vong remembered where he knew her name - Tekli had been one o those aboard the worldship carrying the voxyn queen, one of the Jedi strike team - the very team he had been tasked with capturing. Another of his illustrious semi-failures, one that had cost him much in the eyes of Tsavong Lah. But if she knew anything of his true identity, she had given no sign, as far as the rest of the galaxy knew, Nom Anor had died upon Shimrra's private vessel, when it too had died and broken apart. To underestimate a Jedi, was a gross mistake to make though, he would need to prepare for the eventuality that he may be discovered a little earlier than planned. This would be a delicate task. ***** Domain Skell Worldship: 146 Years ago. Delicate, that was the only word for it Nom Anor decided, as he held up the bizarre dissected, semi-translucent tissues he had carefully harvested from two Yuuzhan Vong fighting beasts he had found dying and abandoned near the warriors quarters. His crèche guards did not seem to object to the crecheling taking them, so long as they were gone, no questions would be asked. Good, no one could know about his little secret project, his insatiable quest for knowledge, not even his closest of crèche-mates. Unfortunately for Nom Anor, nothing stayed hidden in the dorms of the crèche grashals for long, and despite his best efforts, one of his crèche mates, a female named Maliia Skell, now shared his secret - and with an avid curiosity of her own too. Indeed, she looked on even now, perplexed as her counterpart examined the damp, clingy samples carefully - he found it more annoying than endearing. "This does not make sense, these samples should be bonding, there should be regrowth-" Nom Anor grumbled discontentedly as he shook his head, scant crop of black hair falling into disarray, "-Pass me the Qahsa." He extended one ichor-slicked hand. He was aware of Maliia Skell issuing a grunt of disgust, though it was not at the state of Nom Anor's hands. "It is not working, because you are not a shaper." She responded, and dropped to her feet, portable qahsa in hand, from the nest bunk she had been perched upon whilst observing him. Nom Anor looked up from his precarious work for the first time since she had entered; ice-blue eyes piercing her dark ones with his indignant stare, "My mother was a shaper." He replied defiantly and Maliia Skell frowned, deep furrows appearing in her brow and nose ridge in a sign of disapproval, "We should not speak of her, I thought you agreed not to after making that obtuse shaper initiate access the rikyam's memories? Your actions here will anger the gods enough." She said. Nom Anor's expression mirrored that of the one opposing him, and he inwardly wondered if he had met his match in the female. Perhaps one day she would make a worthy mate, but for now all she made was an annoying obstacle. He snatched the qahsa from her hands and chose to ignore her warning tones, trying to recall how he had seen the shaper initiates do this - access the qahsa's information. Paying Maliia Skell no more mind, despite her attempts at swaying his decision, he stroked the biot in his hands to life. The oblong, bony creature exuded a long, slender tentacle that snaked out from it's side, travelling upwards towards Nom Anor's head. Instead of recoiling, he remained perfectly still as the tendril thinned out more so, coming to a sharpened point before it plunged headlong into his broken mess of a nasal cavity. A split second later, he felt an immense stabbing pain like no other, shooting through his nerves to polax him completely. If he cried out, he was unaware of it, information came thick and fast, flooding his mind with images, sounds, sensations and knowledge that accompanied it all. It happened so fast and all so intensely - no, too intensely - Nom Anor felt as though his mind would implode where he lay. The pain continued to rise, each time he demanded more of the biot with his thoughts, and it resisted too, bidding him no further information beyond the second cortex - he was no shaper adept, but still he pushed, mentally exerting himself to the point he felt as though the pain would crush him. And then, just when he was certain it would yield to him, a hot jolt of agony swept across his entire body, and all faded to black. ***** Zonama Sekot: Present Day. "Welcome to the gardens of unity, Yem-zi..." The short, pygmy-looking blue skinned ferroan - Nom Anor had not caught his name - was rambling on. Ever since he had been discharged from the healers huts, he had been entrusted to this none-too-cheerful guide, for what had been, so far, a rather interestingly eye opening tour of the settlement. The settlement had been named Haar'jhumm - meaning truth of the sunrise, and from what the former prefect had been able to tell, all castes located here were purposefully split into integrated groups that were then required to share living space together. Though at present, the groups remained integrated, Nom Anor could already see the first signs of discontent, especially among those who had once been warriors. Within the small grashal groups, the castes had begun to stick to their own - perhaps out of comfort, familiarity or suchlike - Shapers only spoke with shapers, and warriors ordering those shamed, no...extolled, around as if it were just another day aboard one of the vast worldships of the Yuuzhan Vong. Though it sickened him to observe his people reduced to what was essentially a self sustaining farming community, the cracks in this unlikely facade were already beginning to show. Now that was something worth keeping his one, good eye on - Nom Anor thought conspiratorially. “Your place will be with this community, helping to build a-” The ferroan guide was saying, but Nom Anor had long since switched off, he knew the blurb, it was almost a mantra at this point - to build a new beginning - it was all kane a bar to him. So was this it? Brainwash the Yuuzhan Vong to their new ways? Oh the irony in that idea, replacing dogma with idealistic dogma of another kind - pathetic. Yet again it was Nom Anor against the world, against all known worlds, the sooner he found a way to exploit this whole situation, the better. It was as he had said to the Jedi, Jacen Solo - Ooglith masquers could not hide everything, not forever. But he had come too far to ruin this now. The guide had stopped outside a medium-sized, newly formed grashal, it’s shell-like structure blending in surprisingly well with the tampasi that swayed gently in the breeze around it. The surface texture of the outer walls was still tacky, suggesting it had been grown within the past ket or so, but it would be perfectly fine for living in by now. Nom Anor was lead in through the open hatchway, into what he supposed was a communal living area. There, sitting upon a living vorrok carpet of deep-green, sat three Yuuzhan Vong, all of whom turned to face the newcomers, schooling their expressions from ones of shock and trepidation, to neutrality and perhaps a hint of curiosity too. It was the same look Nom Anor himself had worn, when he had first seen his own reflection - just minus the bizarre elation at having almost not recognized himself. Shamed ones, he acknowledged, ones that had been born into the caste too, their smooth skin and hideously symmetrical features devoid of any ritual scarring all an overt sign of that fact. These ones, however, did not cower or shy away from the ferroan or Nom Anor as they had entered, instead they stared wide eyed and amazed - Liberated, Nom Anor knew that gaze well, he had seen it upon the faces of a thousand or more shamed acolytes, loyal to the brand of ‘jeedai heresy’ he had brought to the underworld of Yuuzhan’tar as Yu’shaa. Oh if only they knew! “Yem-Zi, this is Sae, Shaah and Tinuu, you will be staying here with them, consider them your work detail, extended crèche-siblings if you will.” Nom Anor raised a brow ridge in what was a very sarcastic, very human mannerism- “Belek tiu,” He offered to the three crouched on the floor, before noticing something unusual about two of the gathered. It was like he had done a double take, he noted, two of the three - the ones that the guide had named as Shaah and Tinuu - were identical to one another - twins? This was an unusual turn of events, how had they gone unnoticed all this time? They were not crechelings. Another presence at the far end of the chamber drew his attention, almost completely from the rare sight before him, an old Yuuzhan Vong male, not shamed, but ritually adorned like an intendant of prefect’s rank. This one Nom Anor knew of, he had encountered him many times aboard the worldships, before his eventual mission to the infidel galaxy. T’arlann Shoolb - the very fact this old, hard-nosed traditionalist had elected to adhear to this way of life, instead of throwing himself upon his own coufee, was surprising to say the least. Abominable- shouldn’t that be what he would call this? “This is-” the guide was now gesturing to the old Intendant, but the Yuuzhan Vong cut in rather curly, “-T’arlann Shoolb,” He stepped forward, an air of superiority seemingly carrying him as he moved past the shamed ones ignoring them as if they were not there. He was very much in charge of this micro-community, Nom Anor thought, and he, himself, should expect to be tested over the days to come, especially by this one. He could hardly wait for that , he thought smugly. The sooner he was able to strike an accord with the old fool, the sooner he could perhaps twist him to his own needs, even find an ally in this sea of madness. T’arlann Shoolb stopped short of reaching Nom Anor, and began to circle both he and the ferroan, his gaze scrutinizing the slightly-built Yuuzhan Vong as though he were carrion thrown to a hungry Vua’sa. When he had walked a full circle for the second time, he came to a grinding halt before the ferroan guide and growled irritably. “This one is a little scrawny is he not?” Nom Anor felt his blood begin to simmer, “You take away our millennia of well-versed tradition, our identity - and not content with that alone, you and your Jeedai allies ask that we work in such groups of blasphemy....” He fixed the ferroan with an unimpressed glare as he brought his hand up and curled it into a tight fist, silencing the muttering shamed ones still sitting upon the rich-green carpet. “And now you bring our group this one? What am I supposed to do with this?! We need strength in this group...not snivelers! Bring me a warrior, bring me a shaper, now those we could use....but this?!” He now rounded on Nom Anor threateningly, perhaps expecting him to flinch or show sign of weakness, but the slighter male did not. He could seldom afford to let anyone believe they had the better of him, it would only work to his disadvantage right now. The ferroan guide did not move a muscle to intercede, instead issuing a sigh of deep disappointment and frustration. “If this is a problem, T’arlann Shoolb, may I suggest you take it up with Warmaster Nas Choka, or the Magister herself?” He spoke in calming tones, and Nom Anor began to wonder if the old intendant would direct his impending violent rage at the guide instead. Indeed, T’arlann Shoolb’s shoulders shook with the pre-tremors of an explosive fury, he had begun to pace, fists clenched so tightly that Nom Anor could imagine them digging into their masters’ palms. But no words, no sounds of malice escaped him. Instead, T’arlann Shoolb turned awkwardly towards the guide and then back to Nom Anor, bowing slightly in apology. Incredulous, Nom Anor could only watch and listen, dumbfounded. “That, will not be necessary,” T’arlann Shoolb muttered to the ferroan, between clenched needle-point teeth. He then swivelled, so sharply that the slighter Yuuzhan Vong and the shamed ones both, actually flinched, as he turned to leave the chamber the way he had come. Looking back over his shoulder uncaringly, the old intendant added, “Welcome to Haar’jhumm, Yem-Zi, I am certain that your stay will be....productive.” Without further glance or word, he left the chamber as though the confrontation had never happened. This was more than curious, what could these infidels hold over the Yuuzhan Vong, that they would invoke a reaction this severe? A Klekket prior to this, such actions would have been unthinkable, ridiculous! This, and many more, was just one of the questions Nom Anor was going to have to ask. “I will leave you to settle in now, if there is anything you need, do not hesitate-” “-To ask...I know,” Nom Anor interjected, still staring at the porthole through which the old intendant had retreated, “Thank you, but I shall be fine.” The ferroan guide, seemingly content with this response, smiled and then took his leave of them, leaving Nom Anor alone with the group of three who still observed him with keen interest. Well, this was going to be interesting. 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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TheOnlyJediPrincess Registered: Jul '06	Date Posted: 7/22 10:29am Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	Nom Anor was an old hand at keeping his stories watertight to be a good lier you have to, but it makes things intresting not knowing if Tekli reconizes him. Well, this was going to be interesting. yes it is! Great post! -----signature----- "The truth is always greater then the words we choose to describe it." http://jediseeker1.deviantart.com/ http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/24991271/p5/?120 Padawan to Aiel The Key http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/27627057/p1/?7
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Blue_but_beautiful Registered: Jan '06	Date Posted: 7/23 2:07am Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	TheOnlyJediPrincess posted: Nom Anor was an old hand at keeping his stories watertight to be a good lier you have to, but it makes things intresting not knowing if Tekli reconizes him. Well, this was going to be interesting. yes it is! Great post! And he wouldn't be his usual self if he couldn't tell a good lie or two right? Thanks very much! -----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: 7/23 4:53am Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	He extended one ichor-slicked hand. He was aware of Maliia Skell issuing a grunt of disgust, though it was not at the state of Nom Anor's hands. "It is not working, because you are not a shaper." She responded, and dropped to her feet, portable qahsa in hand, from the nest bunk she had been perched upon whilst observing him. Nom Anor looked up from his precarious work for the first time since she had entered; ice-blue eyes piercing her dark ones with his indignant stare, "My mother was a shaper." He replied defiantly and Maliia Skell frowned, deep furrows appearing in her brow and nose ridge in a sign of disapproval, "We should not speak of her, I thought you agreed not to after making that obtuse shaper initiate access the rikyam's memories? Your actions here will anger the gods enough." She said. Nom Anor's expression mirrored that of the one opposing him, and he inwardly wondered if he had met his match in the female. Perhaps one day she would make a worthy mate, but for now all she made was an annoying obstacle. Wonderfully done! I'll never look at Nom Anor the same way again, especially when I go back and read the NJO series again! -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. Proud New Army Mom - off to bootcamp!
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Robimus Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 7/23 7:40am Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	Note: I'm back! Did you miss me? Well, I for one did..... "My mother was a shaper." He replied defiantly and Maliia Skell frowned, deep furrows appearing in her brow and nose ridge in a sign of disapproval, Loved the mention of mom, really cool. As is the possibility of Telki knowing his identity. Putting him in the population could not be a wise move if she does. He has the ability to inspire others Great Update! -----signature----- I am forever seeking the damutek of Hooley Krekk Oh, woe! Oh, misery! Oh, unhappiness. Hooley Krekk where are you?
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kecen Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 7/23 4:23pm Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	Ah, to be young, and have hair! I don't suppose Nom kept any pictures of his sweethearts. When is he going to be found out? And is his hair growing back? -----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: 7/24 3:23am Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	VaderLVR64 - Thanks He's a tricky one and it's safe to say he's cooking up something scheme-wise I will have to go back and reread the NJO at some point, I am almost finished with LotF, haven't found it nearly as gripping or refreshing sigh but I'm certainly looking forward to whatever the authors come up with next. Robimus - Firstly, awww thanks And indeed, if Tekli knows then she's got some serious thinking to do in regards to putting him among the population, because you said it, he has the ability to inspire others - I think he's all too arrogantly aware of that fact too, so weather or not this will put he and whoever might try and stop him on an even level, you'll just have to wait and see. Still got plenty of twists to come Kecen - haha! Yeah, though he didn't have much then either It's the stress, makes your hair fall out I doubt he would have kept much that wouldn't be of use to him at some point and sentimental he really proved that he was not - especially in the early stages of the NJO. And when is he going to be found out? What makes you think that hasn't already happened? Is that really air you're breathing? I can't tell you that, it would spoil it for those who don't want to know. As for his hair...well unless he gets hair-plugs, I would highly doubt it....but it would make for a good disguise no? -----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: 7/24 3:44pm Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	Yes, just a week! Can't have him unconscious forever now can I? No that might be boring But you do stress NEARLY, right? Would you not pity him Cake or death? And bearing in mind, the Alliance have run out of cake from all that celebrating they have been doing If you woke up, tied to a table and felt someone with furry hands touching your heavily burnt back, wouldn't you be a little worried? XD Well I know I would! I think I would be crazy at that moment already Oh wait – I am already A lot of the shamed ones, involved in the fighting on Coruscant, were equipped with tizowyrms, many of them were towards the later books, or had simply picked up parts of the languages from working with slaves. I think it's safe to assume that if he didn't understand basic, she would have tried something else. He is not dumb to start with Yeah, well he's a perpetual liar, our Nom You do not say Oh my heart bleeds! I would say you were close, but it's not quite there However, this one sounds so good, I might include it in a spoof! XD That would be nice Thanks very much! You are very welcome "The warriors found me aboard their vessel, some time after it had been launched, they said I was unworthy of a warrior's death, so they tossed me into the maw luur." He groaned, hoping it would add a certain emotional impact to his words. what convenient lie "I ran, when word reached my ears that Shimrra was rounding up heretics for a mass sacrifice, I knew the tale of Vua Rapuung and the Jeedai must live on, so I ran and hid among the ships situated on the surface of Yuuzhan'tar." Blablabla He is really a strange creature this Nom "But why then remove you from the maw luur after having thrown you in? Or drag the creature from it's mountings, away from the others?" "-No," He knew all about the stunning healing properties of the infidel's bacta - how it could heal some of the worst and deepest of scars. This female would undo all his scrupulous work in one fell swoop! And in no time they would know it is Nom Anor Yes, it was all a case of awareness, he realized, and in the days to come, he would become more aware than he had been in his entire life. Things were looking up, for Nom Anor. Note: I'm back! Did you miss me? you are back Chapter 8: To underestimate a Jedi, was a gross mistake to make though, he would need to prepare for the eventuality that he may be discovered a little earlier than planned. This would be a delicate task. yeah he needs to be careful for sure ***** Domain Skell Worldship: 146 Years ago. "My mother was a shaper." He replied defiantly and Maliia Skell frowned, deep furrows appearing in her brow and nose ridge in a sign of disapproval, was she Though she was throwing herself to the gods right after giving birth … The pain continued to rise, each time he demanded more of the biot with his thoughts, and it resisted too, bidding him no further information beyond the second cortex - he was no shaper adept, but still he pushed, mentally exerting himself to the point he felt as though the pain would crush him. And then, just when he was certain it would yield to him, a hot jolt of agony swept across his entire body, and all faded to black. the guy really wants everything, no matter what ***** Zonama Sekot: Present Day. “And now you bring our group this one? What am I supposed to do with this?! We need strength in this group...not snivelers! Bring me a warrior, bring me a shaper, now those we could use....but this?!” He now rounded on Nom Anor threateningly, perhaps expecting him to flinch or show sign of weakness, but the slighter male did not. He could seldom afford to let anyone believe they had the better of him, it would only work to his disadvantage right now. Yeah what do they do with this thing Well, this was going to be interesting. Just interesting? Funny That will be more than interesting Looking forward to the next part! ~ 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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Blue_but_beautiful Registered: Jan '06	Date Posted: 7/25 5:42am Subject: RE: As I die - Nom Anor
	No that might be boring Indeed, not to mention the weird dreams you'd end up writing about Would you not pity him For the five seconds before he didn't try to kill me, backstab me, generally try the whole one-upmanship thing...sure He is not dumb to start with But he ends up that way? Yeah, well he's a perpetual liar, our Nom You do not say Yes, not unlike someone else I can think of right now...hark, is that the sound of a TIE fighter I can hear? That would be nice My heart bleeding would be nice? is there something you forgot to tell me? lol. what convenient lie Convenient lies are his speciality Blablabla He is really a strange creature this Nom LOL yes he could talk his way out of a high security labyrinth with that silver tongue of his. :p yeah he needs to be careful for sure Carefulness is next to godliness...such a shame he doesn't believe in them, hah! :p was she Though she was throwing herself to the gods right after giving birth … She was, and he knows that too, they didn't spare him the details. the guy really wants everything, no matter what He wasn't joking when he said to Kunra he wanted many things and in time he intended to get all of them...think he has come too far to give up now, he'll keep going til his end I believe. Just interesting? Funny That will be more than interesting Looking forward to the next part! I hope so! Thanks again, very muchly hugs You're reviews are always entertaining hehe. -----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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