As Onimi went along the path, he got to a lawn, upon which stood the heads of Yuuzhan Vong fallen during conquering the new galaxy. He recognized the prefects Da'Gara and Ma'Shraid, the commanders Shedao Shai and B'shith Vorrik and he heard a wincing beep.

"Please take us out of the ears, lest we vibrate us to death", the small tizowyrms pleaded.

At once Onimi headed to the head of prefect Da'Gara and helped the poor tizowyrm out of his ear, to lay him down on the lavish green of the lawn cautiously.

"Don't worry, little tizowyrm, you may rest now." Onimi said and he stroked the small creature, which the Yuuzhan Vong did use in foreign worlds for translating into other languages and back, without third persons to take notice.

And so he did with the other tizowyrms, which he found in the ears of the other Yuuzhan Vong heads.

"We thank you, Onimi!" The tizowyrms called relieved and happily.

Onimi was wondering about how the translation worms did know his name. Then he went on.

He reached a swamp field, on which villips were cultured. The thin stems of the villip plants did shiver back and forth. On their tips the leathery balls of the villips hung once alone, once in twins.

"Please harvest us!" the villips did murmur towards him. "Otherwise we'll rot on our stalks, never to be able to establish communication between two people ever."

Onimi let his glance go over the field, but the villip he did come here for, was not among them.

"I'll duly harvest you, for the grace of Yun-Ne'Shel." Onimi spoke to the villips.

He went into the field, drew his coufee and cut the brown balls neatly and cleanly off the long stalks, to pile them up at the rim of the field into a pyramid.

"We thank you, Onimi!" The villips spoke to him and he wondered anew, from where the communication balls did know his name and he left.

He came to a big star-shaped damutek, which peaked into the blue sky and was shimmering in many shades of colors. He went to the entrance and pushed it gently. The membrane swell slightly, then it turned open outwards, to give him way into the big house. Behind the entrance membrane, there stood a woman, who had white hair which she had bound on the back of her head in several pony tails. She wore a Vonduun crab armor like the Yuuzhan Vong warriors, but while such armor was usually black or brown, hers was purely white, like Onimi had never seen it before.

"By the grace of Yun-Yuuzhan, how good that you did come, Onimi." She greeted him.

"Everybody seems to know me here." Onimi answered. "I came here, because on the upper land on Yuuzhan'tar the villip of Nom Anor did fell into a well. I presume the villip to be drawn down by your dovin basal. I would like to have it back. And who are you, if I'm allowed to ask?"

"I am Yun-Holly, the goddess of snow." The woman said. "Your villip you shall have back very well, when you will serve me here in my damutek properly."

"I'm used to serve." Onimi replied. "I only hope it will not take too long. Otherwise the Overlord will unleash a terrible punishment upon me, when I won't inform him about Nom Anor's latest success or mishap above Ebaq 9 in time."

"The Overlord will have to harness his patience." Yun-Holly answered. "But I can assure you, that he won't do any harm to you, when you will serve me duly."

"So it shall be, what do I have to do?"

"You'll give my ngdin worms their nutrition-liquid, that they will keep my damutek clean from dust and dirt. Then you will assist me in shaping-matters. There is for instance the shaping of a coordinator for construction places, to guarantee, that the steps will be carried out in a proper order, so that the house building will proceed effectively and afterwards the construction field will be removed quickly."

"But the houses do grow by themselves like this your damutek anyway." Onimi wondered. "Why construction place coordinators then?"

"These are for beings who prefer to build their houses from transparisteel and ferroconcrete. Thus you Yuuzhan Vong could gather points in the minds of the infidels."

Onimi scratched the back of his head. "Overlord Shimrra won't be pleased about that, unless those coordinators will be of use in undermining the enemy."

"So you see." Yun-Holly spoke and smiled. "You also should shake my feather beds up, that it may snow down at Yuuzhan'tar."

Onimi wondered about this strange idea, but said nothing and went with Yun-Holly inside to do as he was wished for. He gave the ngdins and other animals of service their daily food, helped Yun-Holly with the creation of the yellow construction place coordinator and went with her into the sleeping room, where a big white feather bed waited for being shaken up upon the window-still. Onimi took the blanket, heaved it upon the still and pushed upon the bouncing material energetically so that the feathers fell down.

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Snow was falling on the new christened Coruscant and a cold wind blew away the heated humid weather, which Shimrra ordered the climatic control of the capital planet to produce, until his shapers did manage to create an organic climatic coordinator on their own.

"There is snow falling on Yuuzhan'tar." High Prefect Yoog Skell did report to the Overlord. "That will slow down the growing process of our new damuteks and grashals when due to the falling temperature the waters will freeze too." He paused. "At least for so long, until we have provided that organic tunnels to draw the water from the depth of the planet."

"I always knew that this repulsive technical climate control is worth nothing!" Shimrra growled down on his retinue from his Hau polyp throne.

"And Onimi did not come back with the villip of Nom Anor either." High Prefect Yoog Skell said with a pejorative edge in his voice.

"That is a strange coincidence indeed." Shimrra grumbled. "Then you'll go to the well and jump in to search for Onimi!"

"What if the silence of Nom Anor on Ebaq 9, the disappearing of Onimi and the unexpected snowfall on Yuuzhan'tar are a concerted action of the enemy to scatter us piece by piece, Oh Dread Spreading One?" The high prefect did object.

"I smell cowardice, High Prefect!" Shimrra rumbled from his red pulsating throne downwards to Skell.

"When you presume such, I'll hurry towards the well at once." The high prefect said and with a Tsik Vai-glider he headed out the citadel ship– into the whirling snow downside.

Alone, the well was not to find. As the high prefect told Shimrra that, the Overlord himself went with his guard to the place, Onimi did name, where the well had been, but it had disappeared indeed. The only thing Shimrra saw, were children, who played outside in the snow, sleighing and throwing snow balls.

"What a heinous joy of the infidels, while neither Nom Anor nor Onimi are reporting back to me!" Shimrra yelled, bowed down and with his long hands he formed a huge snow ball.

"Did you ever hear the tale of Yo'Gand's core, shameless infidel?!" Shimrra shouted and slammed the one meter in cubic snowball at the head of a passing by pedestrian, so that the hapless man fell down to become unconscious. Then the furious Overlord returned to his citadel fortress ship and waited anew.

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In Yun-Holly's realm meanwhile thirty standard days had passed by. Contented Onimi stood in front of the yellowish construction place coordinator, whose long tentacles hung down from the elevated platform, where the oval creature sat to have a good overview above the construction place to be controlled in the future.

"I owe you my thanks, Onimi." Yun-Holly spoke. "Your time here has come to an end. Now take your villip and leave me to return to your lord."

She strode towards Onimi and handed over the villip to him.

"I thank you, Yun-Holly." Onimi said, taking the brown leathery ball.

The goddess of snow smiled. "It is too early for that. For you haven't received your reward yet."

"Which reward do you speak of?" Onimi asked.

She led him towards the center of the damutek, whose peak scraped high up like an arrow. Onimi glanced above to see a green mist, hovering right under the ceiling of the tip of the central tower.

"Step under the tip of the tower, Onimi." Yun-Holly guided him. "Then you will get your reward."

Onimi did as told and as he stood under the tip, the green mist came down to waver around him. He felt, how everything inside him did stretch and enlarge. It hurt but in a way it felt right and good, like he didn't experience during pain of this kind ever before. After a while the fog stopped wavering and disappeared. Onimi looked into the hall – from an unfamiliar high perspective.

"Is there a mirror here?" He asked Yun-Holly.

"Of course!" Yun-Holly replied and ushered him to a mirror, who was as organic as the wall he was set in.

Onimi was stunned about his old, new appearance. It had been decades away he had looked like that. His shortened limbs had been longer, his back straight. He was now one meter ninety high. His face was even and without any scar. His eye did not hang out but lay in its socked as it was normal. And he could feel the force like never before.

'What will Shimrra say about this?' He asked himself.

"That is not important now." Yun-Holly said reading his thoughts.

"Well, I don't know what to say." Embarrassed Onimi said. "Thank you."

Yun-Holly smiled. "That shall suffice."

Onimi went back the way he came from. He reached the place where the dovin basal sat in his pit. He put on his gnullith-mask and made a gigantic jump with the force. The dovin basal did enhance the jump and Onimi came up through the water of the well, to climb out of it after reaching its rim. He activated the villip and the round ball transformed his surface into the face of Nom Anor.

"Lord Shimrra is letting ask you, what happened on Ebaq 9." Onimi started.

"Who are you?" Nom Anor asked, supposing a ruse of the enemy.

"I'm still Onimi
You may be stunned to see me
But what about Nom Anor
Will he ever stay in favor?
Or will Shimrra him banish
So he'll be lost and vanish?"

"So you are truly Onimi." Nom Anor stated. "Well, our troops are quite decimated." The executor did inform the jester.

"When we did archive victory, the Overlord will condone that our war master as usual." Onimi replied dryly.

"Not anymore." Nom Anor said in a stretched voice. "For Tsavong Lah has fallen."

"And how about the battle?"

"Lost." The executor said in a pressed manner.

"When did that happen?" Onimi asked.

"Just one cycle ahead."

Onimi wondered about that short time span. He looked on his time measurer. Indeed since his leaving the citadel just one cycle had passed, which was in the timeline of the infidels just a bit shorter than one standard hour! And this, while he did serve Yun-Holly a whole ket!

"I'll pass that on to the Overlord." Onimi said in a formal manner and ended the connection.