* Captured and Confused *
They through her brutally to the solid floor, her body already badly beaten from the collision. Blood stuck on her skin like dried fruit juice from Endor. Her left arm bore a gash wound that ran from the top of her shoulder to just above her elbow. The pain fused to the bottom of her back causing her to jerk in and out of consciousness.
"And who is this wretched creature you drop before me? Yet, another sacrifice to be bore to the gods? This one looks highly unworthy to be capitulated by my hands." A low dry eerie voice poised.
One of the Perfects, which had thrown her to the ground, stepped forward and replied by dropping to his knee, throwing his right hand across his chest, bowing his head in respect. "Supreme Cleric Yonghai, Nor Anor gives you his up most wishes and thanks for all you have done for the gods. Though it is not his place to befitting you with thanks and gratitude, he offers you a gift of honor and holy respect. A Jedi."
"Sith spit!" she cut him off, looking the Perfect dead in the eyes. Reflecting in them was the image of the same Yuuzhan Vong who had kidnapped her, bringing her here, hovered an amphistaff near her neck. She struggled to sit up, and was able to get back on her feet even with the restraint cuffs on her wrists that were behind her. "I'm not a Jedi, nor do I intent to act like I am."
Ignoring her outburst, the Supreme Cleric turned towards her. "Then who are you?" his voice was menacing and hauntingly evil, chilling her spine but she continued.
"I am Jaina Domain Solo." She replied using their lingo of words, trying to sound more intelligent.
He raised an eyebrow, or would have if he had any. "Solo? Related to the very same Jacen Solo?"
Slowly she nodded her head, narrowing her eyes. "What does it matter? It is me who you have and me who you are keeping. Not h—" suddenly Jaina collapsed in a heap, falling into an eternal darkness that enveloped her tightly.
They through her brutally to the solid floor, her body already badly beaten from the collision. Blood stuck on her skin like dried fruit juice from Endor. Her left arm bore a gash wound that ran from the top of her shoulder to just above her elbow. The pain fused to the bottom of her back causing her to jerk in and out of consciousness.
"And who is this wretched creature you drop before me? Yet, another sacrifice to be bore to the gods? This one looks highly unworthy to be capitulated by my hands." A low dry eerie voice poised.
One of the Perfects, which had thrown her to the ground, stepped forward and replied by dropping to his knee, throwing his right hand across his chest, bowing his head in respect. "Supreme Cleric Yonghai, Nor Anor gives you his up most wishes and thanks for all you have done for the gods. Though it is not his place to befitting you with thanks and gratitude, he offers you a gift of honor and holy respect. A Jedi."
"Sith spit!" she cut him off, looking the Perfect dead in the eyes. Reflecting in them was the image of the same Yuuzhan Vong who had kidnapped her, bringing her here, hovered an amphistaff near her neck. She struggled to sit up, and was able to get back on her feet even with the restraint cuffs on her wrists that were behind her. "I'm not a Jedi, nor do I intent to act like I am."
Ignoring her outburst, the Supreme Cleric turned towards her. "Then who are you?" his voice was menacing and hauntingly evil, chilling her spine but she continued.
"I am Jaina Domain Solo." She replied using their lingo of words, trying to sound more intelligent.
He raised an eyebrow, or would have if he had any. "Solo? Related to the very same Jacen Solo?"
Slowly she nodded her head, narrowing her eyes. "What does it matter? It is me who you have and me who you are keeping. Not h—" suddenly Jaina collapsed in a heap, falling into an eternal darkness that enveloped her tightly.