A/N: This started totally randomly while I was talking with my sister.
Disclaimer: not mine.
Warmaster Tsavong Lah sat on his Throne, thinking. Soon the abominable world of Coruscant would be his. The planet shaping would begin as soon as possible so that it would be ready for Supreme Overlord Shimraa's arrival. His reverie was interrupted as his communications officer, Seef, approached him with a villip.
"Senator Viqi Shesh requests the honor of speaking to you, Warmaster."
"Very well." He inserted a tizowyrm into his ear, preparing himself to speak in the awful tongues of the infidels, then he stroked the villip. It rippled, then transformed into a likeness of the Kuati politician.
"I hope for your sake you aren't calling to report failure."
"Not at all," she purred. "In fact just the opposite. I have the package."
"Very well, and you're plan worked well?"
She laughed, an annoying sound that grated on his nerves. "They were so distracted, they didn't even notice until I was aboard my ship."
"So you are on your way?"
"Yes, Supreme One."
The Warmaster couldn't tell if she was sincere in her address, as the tizowyrm was acting up.
He scowled and rubbed the villip again, cutting off any smug remark she was going to make. Then he turned to the door and called Seef to him.
"Bring me Nom Anor's villip."
"At once Warmaster."
At last he would defeat the accursed Jeedai.
~O~
Nom Anor pushed his ship to new limits. It would not do to be late for his appointment with the Warmaster. Tsavong Lah had indicated that he had a new job, a very important one, for him.
His ship chimed, telling him that it was about to exit darkspace. Or, as the infidels called it, hyperspace. The stars became lines, and then points of light. Nom anor almost gasped at the sight that met his eyes. it was a sight of utter devastation. Coruscant was like a bloody scab, all black and orange and red. Soon, he knew, it would change into more natural colors. Blues, greens, and yellows. He spotted the warmaster's ship, and prepared himself for his new, very, important, job.
~O~
"Greetings, great Warmaster of the Yuuzhan Vong, May the Gods be ever in your favor."
Nom Anor lay prostrate before Tsavong lah.
"Rise." The warmaster commanded imperiously.
Nom Anor scowled; no one should tell him what to do, and soon, no one would.
"Your new assignment," He continued, oblivious to his servant's rage. He gestured to the side of his throne, and out stepped the infidel Senator, Viqi Shesh, with a bundle of something in her arms.
"You are to take excellent care of it. Or else."
Nom Anor stared in shock at the...thing... Viqi had just handed him.
He barely heard the warmaster say. "The Jeedai will fall into ruin now that I have captured their leaders child. Ben Skywalker will be shaped against the Jeedai and become the weapon that will win us the war!
A/N: What do you think? Sorry if i got some Vong things wrong. Reviews are appreciated. Anyone catch the hunger games reference? Did anyone guess what the bundle was before the end of the story?