1 You know the drill. I own non e of the original characters.
PG just in case.
Moya has now taken on a different identity. Led by the belief that if she behaves she will see her mommy again she cooperates. Jaina in the meantime must make a decision that will influence both her and her sons lives.
2 Chapter 4
1 YEAR AFTER THE EVENTS OF STAR BY STAR
Running. Fearing. The branches cut her skin, the speed she was running made her legs sore. Falling and running again. Knowing she can't stop, never, not for the safety of.
They are close now. She can hear their angry battle cries. They are making a great noise as they plow through the bushes. A glance behind her is a glance at death or enslavement. Of no escape .She sees it ahead. A river. If only she could reach it. Swim to safety.
Suddenly she trips. Laying on her back she can see them as they come towards her. She could stop now. Just let them kill her. But then her child. Her innocent unborn child would die too.
Or worse perhaps. That is if she lived.
Her husband. Sweet handsome Jag was gone. Taken by the enemy. His last words had been "keep fighting. Take our child to safety."
She had to do that. For him and their child. She pushed herself up and continued on. Her strength and determination renewed. Swimming across the lake she climbs out.
To only be struck down by a waiting amphistaff. With a cry of pain she falls. Looming over her is a huge figure. Slowly she reaches down to her hip and pulls a vibroblade from its sheath. Intending to slash herself across the throa, suddenlyt an arm snaps out and catches her wrist.
"You will not go to the gods that easily Jaina Solo" a voice says. She knew this voice. It is the same voice that had tormented her for months.
"I will go on my own account. NOT YOURS Nom Anor" she snaps.
"Get up Jedi" Nom Anor says quietly. When she makes no move to her grabs a bunch of her hair and pulls her to her feet. "And we thought you worthy" he hissed.
Jaina only glared at hi. Angered by her defiance he struck her across the face, then dropped her to the ground. "You were mine Jaina Solo" he said. "Mine to give to the Warmaster". Raising his amphistaff he commands it into a whip like form. He then brought it down on Jaina's unprotected back. She screamed in pain.
"You dishonored me" he said striking her again. And again she screamed.
"There is much you must learn about pain" he said striking her again. He then struck her several more times. Her back was bleeding badly now.
Jaina sat up in bed abruptly. It was only a dream. But why should she have it now? Eight years after?
She sat up on the sleeping pallet. It was almost time for the slaves to awaken. So she decided to get dressed and wash up. Since the slaves had been moved to the worlships they had been allowed to clean themselves and were given better food and shelter. The last thing that their masters wanted was an outbreak of disease.
After she was doing bathing and dressing she fed Der. The boy was now 2 years old. And she loved him with all of her hear. She also loved Moya. Why had they taken her from Jaina? Why? She would never see her brother grow up. And she had been so excited at the idea of having a younger brother. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes. She forced them back with the thought that they would not kill or harm Moya. Well not if she cooperated. It was different with Moya, than Jaina. Moya had been born into a life of servitude. Jaina had not. She knew freedom. Moya would cooperate to an extent.
Or so she hoped.
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Moya looked at the shaper defiantly. And shook her head. The shaper snarled something in their native tongue.
"Ehquailsas nrit tokil" Moya snapped.
The shaper looked at her then motioned to a guard. The guard came forward coufee in hand. Moya looked at him and then looked down. She made no move to back away. She understood the consequences would be much worse. The guard then struck her with it. She flinched, but did not cry out.
Nodding the shaper dismissed her. Moya walked back to her quarters. As she rounded a corner a figure stepped out and caught her arm and pulled her aside. "Warmaster Tsavong Lah orders you're presence" Omini crowed. Sighing Moya followed him.
"Why the deep sigh young one?" he asked in Yuuzhan Vong.
"No reason " Moya replied quietly trying to act innocent.
"Of course you can tell me" Omini said coolly.
He stopped and gazed at her. She gazed back at him with her wide brown eyes. She knew better than to tell him anything. For he was the ear of Lord Shimrra. The very being who was now her master.
She knew the reason he kept her as a pet. He had to have his own Jedi so that he would understand their powers. She was often found in his court.
They had begun walking again. Now they reached the room where Tsavong Lah would see her. Omini stopped outside "May the God's be with yiu" he said. Moya then entered the room.
She bowed before Tsavong Lah who motioned for her to sit down She did so. He then began to circle her as he spoke.
"As you know after learning of our ways, all Yuuzhan Vong children begin their learning at the age of 8 days naming days, about what they shall become. You Moya Solo will become a hand of Lord Shimrra. You will be his jeedai warrior. A sacred warrior.. You will be taught our ways, .how to battle and defeat an enemy, our Holy ways, and our language. You no longer have your birth name. Only in the privacy of your masters chambers and yours. You are only seven infidel years old. You shall learn earlier."
Moya gazed at the floor. Tsavong Lah stopped behind her, and touched her long hair. "You may keep your hair long if you behave" he said.
Moya nodded but did not look up.
"Vergere will speak to you later" he said. "Go now. The executor and Master Nen Yim request your presence. Moya bowed and then scampered out of the room.
The Warmaster was the only Yuuzhan Vong that frightened her, besides Master Nen Yim and Nom Anor She liked Nom Anor the least. She had heard what he had done to her mother. Her master, Supreme Overlord Shimrra pampered her and was fairly gentle with her. After she was taught that resistance would only gain her suffering.
She also remembered what he had done to her. How he had beaten her into submission. He had also ordered that she not be fed or allowed to sleep for three cycles. As she arrived at the room two guards stepped aside form the door.
Nom Anor turned to her as she entered. She uneasily saluted. He simply nodded the motioned for her to come forward. "I understand this is your seventh naming day Moya?" he asked. She nodded, but said nothing.
"As the Warmaster has told you, you are to take another name. It shall be Nanrunia".
Moya didn't react.
"What's this?" Nom Anor asked. "No sarcastic remark?" Moya shook her head no. "Perhaps you are not like your mother. All though you can have her wit and determination at times."
Moya glanced up at him. "Where is mommy?" she asked.
Nom Anor considered answering her. Then said "your mother is now at the slave quarters that you left. But she will be leaving soon." Moya nodded. At least mommy and Der were still together. At least that's what she assumed seeing as Nom Anor had failed to mention her little brother.
Nom Anor turned and motioned for someone to step forward. "Master Nen Yim and I have some questions for you" he said.
Moya glared at him. Hadn't he learned that I won't answer any questions? She thought angrily.
Nen Yim stooped down in front of Moya. "It won't take long" she said.
"You'll hurt me again" Moya said. Tears began to well up in her eyes.
"We'll hurt you if you answer them" Nen Yim said brushing back Moya's black hair gently. Moya made a face as if considering. Then nodded. "I'll answer" she said.Nen Yim nodded and stood.
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Jaina looked out the window when she heard footsteps coming towards her dorm. She no longer lived in the hut. Her son Der slept on a pallet just a few feet away from hers. She shared the small room with another woman her age named Arkianne She had become another mother to young Der who was now 2 years old.
She instantly knew who it was when she saw the gaunt Yuuzhan Vong coming towards the dorms. He was alone except for the slave keeper.
"Probably just coming through" Arkianne said from behind her. The two had become best friends. They both liked to fly, and were so close that they could finish each others sentences. Jaina nodded.
She sat down on her pallet. They had just returned form the fields and, Jaina was exhausted. Suddenly the door to their room opened and Nom Anor and the slave keeper entered. Jaina gasped and picked up Der.. "Have you come to take my other child fro me?" she spat.
"No Jaina Solo. We have come for you" Nom Anor said.
PG just in case.
Moya has now taken on a different identity. Led by the belief that if she behaves she will see her mommy again she cooperates. Jaina in the meantime must make a decision that will influence both her and her sons lives.
2 Chapter 4
1 YEAR AFTER THE EVENTS OF STAR BY STAR
Running. Fearing. The branches cut her skin, the speed she was running made her legs sore. Falling and running again. Knowing she can't stop, never, not for the safety of.
They are close now. She can hear their angry battle cries. They are making a great noise as they plow through the bushes. A glance behind her is a glance at death or enslavement. Of no escape .She sees it ahead. A river. If only she could reach it. Swim to safety.
Suddenly she trips. Laying on her back she can see them as they come towards her. She could stop now. Just let them kill her. But then her child. Her innocent unborn child would die too.
Or worse perhaps. That is if she lived.
Her husband. Sweet handsome Jag was gone. Taken by the enemy. His last words had been "keep fighting. Take our child to safety."
She had to do that. For him and their child. She pushed herself up and continued on. Her strength and determination renewed. Swimming across the lake she climbs out.
To only be struck down by a waiting amphistaff. With a cry of pain she falls. Looming over her is a huge figure. Slowly she reaches down to her hip and pulls a vibroblade from its sheath. Intending to slash herself across the throa, suddenlyt an arm snaps out and catches her wrist.
"You will not go to the gods that easily Jaina Solo" a voice says. She knew this voice. It is the same voice that had tormented her for months.
"I will go on my own account. NOT YOURS Nom Anor" she snaps.
"Get up Jedi" Nom Anor says quietly. When she makes no move to her grabs a bunch of her hair and pulls her to her feet. "And we thought you worthy" he hissed.
Jaina only glared at hi. Angered by her defiance he struck her across the face, then dropped her to the ground. "You were mine Jaina Solo" he said. "Mine to give to the Warmaster". Raising his amphistaff he commands it into a whip like form. He then brought it down on Jaina's unprotected back. She screamed in pain.
"You dishonored me" he said striking her again. And again she screamed.
"There is much you must learn about pain" he said striking her again. He then struck her several more times. Her back was bleeding badly now.
Jaina sat up in bed abruptly. It was only a dream. But why should she have it now? Eight years after?
She sat up on the sleeping pallet. It was almost time for the slaves to awaken. So she decided to get dressed and wash up. Since the slaves had been moved to the worlships they had been allowed to clean themselves and were given better food and shelter. The last thing that their masters wanted was an outbreak of disease.
After she was doing bathing and dressing she fed Der. The boy was now 2 years old. And she loved him with all of her hear. She also loved Moya. Why had they taken her from Jaina? Why? She would never see her brother grow up. And she had been so excited at the idea of having a younger brother. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes. She forced them back with the thought that they would not kill or harm Moya. Well not if she cooperated. It was different with Moya, than Jaina. Moya had been born into a life of servitude. Jaina had not. She knew freedom. Moya would cooperate to an extent.
Or so she hoped.
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Moya looked at the shaper defiantly. And shook her head. The shaper snarled something in their native tongue.
"Ehquailsas nrit tokil" Moya snapped.
The shaper looked at her then motioned to a guard. The guard came forward coufee in hand. Moya looked at him and then looked down. She made no move to back away. She understood the consequences would be much worse. The guard then struck her with it. She flinched, but did not cry out.
Nodding the shaper dismissed her. Moya walked back to her quarters. As she rounded a corner a figure stepped out and caught her arm and pulled her aside. "Warmaster Tsavong Lah orders you're presence" Omini crowed. Sighing Moya followed him.
"Why the deep sigh young one?" he asked in Yuuzhan Vong.
"No reason " Moya replied quietly trying to act innocent.
"Of course you can tell me" Omini said coolly.
He stopped and gazed at her. She gazed back at him with her wide brown eyes. She knew better than to tell him anything. For he was the ear of Lord Shimrra. The very being who was now her master.
She knew the reason he kept her as a pet. He had to have his own Jedi so that he would understand their powers. She was often found in his court.
They had begun walking again. Now they reached the room where Tsavong Lah would see her. Omini stopped outside "May the God's be with yiu" he said. Moya then entered the room.
She bowed before Tsavong Lah who motioned for her to sit down She did so. He then began to circle her as he spoke.
"As you know after learning of our ways, all Yuuzhan Vong children begin their learning at the age of 8 days naming days, about what they shall become. You Moya Solo will become a hand of Lord Shimrra. You will be his jeedai warrior. A sacred warrior.. You will be taught our ways, .how to battle and defeat an enemy, our Holy ways, and our language. You no longer have your birth name. Only in the privacy of your masters chambers and yours. You are only seven infidel years old. You shall learn earlier."
Moya gazed at the floor. Tsavong Lah stopped behind her, and touched her long hair. "You may keep your hair long if you behave" he said.
Moya nodded but did not look up.
"Vergere will speak to you later" he said. "Go now. The executor and Master Nen Yim request your presence. Moya bowed and then scampered out of the room.
The Warmaster was the only Yuuzhan Vong that frightened her, besides Master Nen Yim and Nom Anor She liked Nom Anor the least. She had heard what he had done to her mother. Her master, Supreme Overlord Shimrra pampered her and was fairly gentle with her. After she was taught that resistance would only gain her suffering.
She also remembered what he had done to her. How he had beaten her into submission. He had also ordered that she not be fed or allowed to sleep for three cycles. As she arrived at the room two guards stepped aside form the door.
Nom Anor turned to her as she entered. She uneasily saluted. He simply nodded the motioned for her to come forward. "I understand this is your seventh naming day Moya?" he asked. She nodded, but said nothing.
"As the Warmaster has told you, you are to take another name. It shall be Nanrunia".
Moya didn't react.
"What's this?" Nom Anor asked. "No sarcastic remark?" Moya shook her head no. "Perhaps you are not like your mother. All though you can have her wit and determination at times."
Moya glanced up at him. "Where is mommy?" she asked.
Nom Anor considered answering her. Then said "your mother is now at the slave quarters that you left. But she will be leaving soon." Moya nodded. At least mommy and Der were still together. At least that's what she assumed seeing as Nom Anor had failed to mention her little brother.
Nom Anor turned and motioned for someone to step forward. "Master Nen Yim and I have some questions for you" he said.
Moya glared at him. Hadn't he learned that I won't answer any questions? She thought angrily.
Nen Yim stooped down in front of Moya. "It won't take long" she said.
"You'll hurt me again" Moya said. Tears began to well up in her eyes.
"We'll hurt you if you answer them" Nen Yim said brushing back Moya's black hair gently. Moya made a face as if considering. Then nodded. "I'll answer" she said.Nen Yim nodded and stood.
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Jaina looked out the window when she heard footsteps coming towards her dorm. She no longer lived in the hut. Her son Der slept on a pallet just a few feet away from hers. She shared the small room with another woman her age named Arkianne She had become another mother to young Der who was now 2 years old.
She instantly knew who it was when she saw the gaunt Yuuzhan Vong coming towards the dorms. He was alone except for the slave keeper.
"Probably just coming through" Arkianne said from behind her. The two had become best friends. They both liked to fly, and were so close that they could finish each others sentences. Jaina nodded.
She sat down on her pallet. They had just returned form the fields and, Jaina was exhausted. Suddenly the door to their room opened and Nom Anor and the slave keeper entered. Jaina gasped and picked up Der.. "Have you come to take my other child fro me?" she spat.
"No Jaina Solo. We have come for you" Nom Anor said.
