Beyond - Legends Darth Bristle - Round Robin - From the CE Fan Fic Writers Gang - Update from blue_but_beautiful

Up. There's still much potential for this story and people should be reminded

 

Note: Sorry it took so long to get here, but here it is! Many thanks to all the other writers for setting this up so nicely, here's to the continuing madness






Cowering and skulking in dark corners were all too familiar territory to the now solitary figure lingering in the curling shadows of this cavern. Everything about this place bespoke of bad sentiment, from the ailing mosses upon the crumbling yorik coral walls to the dank and sticky goo that hindered a persons every step. The Yuuzhan Vong life here was, to put no finer point on it, dying. Plants and useful biots alike, all fading into a marred and murky nothing - nothing but a sickly smelling ichor. It saddened him to bear witness to this slow and agonizing process, somewhat ironic he thought, considering the core of his very lifestyle had once revolved around pain and it's many agonistic processes. What was worse, was to know that the protocols used here to cause such mass destruction - or as the Galactic Alliance had referred to it, re-shaping - was all down to himself.

He had been a shaper once, a fine and innovative adept, that was before the gods had intervened and shown their disfavor. It had been a time he would rather forget, though now he was no longer one of the shamed but the extolled. That little title, while perhaps seen as more prudent on Zonama Sekot - the planet of legend - was still more of a burden to those who had not fully embraced the new ways as so many had tried. Here, on this world, few seemed content to abandon their old ways in favour of this new 'truth'.
He had been chosen for this task much for the same reason, no high ranking shaper steeped in the old ways would have wished to be gifted this ugly, gargantuan task, he had skills, he still knew the ways of the shapers, sending him here would kill two fighting beasts with one coufee.

"Out of sight.." He muttered to himself in the gloom, perhaps his time here had left him too as senile as some of the oldest masters?

But while it was a task that had brought him here, it was a dilemma that had made him remain. The cavern had long since grown silent and the light which several figures had crowded surreptitiously around previously, had long since died out. He could still hear their voices ringing in his head, be that from the vaa tumour that still relinquished inside his skull or not, he could not tear the words from his thoughts.
of no more significance than - than his beard! A decoration! She can be cut away at will.
All had been unaware, to the best of his knowledge, of his being here - cowering in the darkness like some timid brenzlit- watching, listening.

The second war, one of the conspirators had mentioned, an uprising after a catastrophic defeat. They would not be alone in those thoughts though, he knew, many would agree with their words - but not the sha...extolled, he mused idly.
If the conspirators plans came to fruition, that would almost certainly mean a return to the old ways and while the ex shaper was not completely content with his current situation, he liked the former situation even less. There had also been mention of one of the Jeedai, well known to most Yuuzhan Vong. No true Yuuzhan Vong could say they had never heard of Jacen Solo, or his sham conversion to the true way - and what a sham that had been. But if what the conspirators said about Jeedai Solo was correct, that he still retained the neural controlling creature implanted upon him during his breaking, would it be that the deceased warmaster, Tsavong Lah, would get his wish for the consummate victory after all?

The very idea caused a tight and unrelenting knot to form in the ex-shaper's gut until he could feel the bile rise in his throat. What unnerved him most of all was that he had been the one to hear this, he could entrust this knowledge to few - both Yuuzhan Vong or Galactic Alliance. Keeping it to himself however, that would surely spell doom for all, Jacen Solo had grown into something quite akin to the

 

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The plot thickens

 

Hehe thanks guys and girls, indeed the plot thickens! So...who's next?