* Unspoken Desires *
Dragging her into the revival chamber, Perfect Feng Shui set her on an aijso, a sponge like cushion that served as a bed for a Shamed One.
The tunnel sealed back up leaving the two totally submersed in silence.
Feng had been the first Perfect assisting in bringing the Jedi to Yonghai. The second perfect, Perfect Sywi Wieng, had been greeting the Supreme Cleric with the message, which the Executor had sent him to deliver he had been rudely interrupted by the human who defiantly denied the fact she was a Jedi.
Shaking his head in disgust, he turned around and placed his hand in a jelly filled bowl. It was a clear tinted cerulean liniment produced by the inner fluid of a jiskanel, a native creature used as a pet back on the Yuuzhan Vong home galaxy.
Smoothing the gel on her smooth and what the Ranked would call Shamed skin, the wound began to deplete from bleeding. The gel-like substance held together the skin, acting as a seal.
Washing his hand off, Feng took a wet baby aijso and began to wash up the bloody red mess on her arm and neck. As he cleansed her skin, the aijso became snagged onto something that hung from around the human's collar.
Unhooking the necklace from the aijso Feng noticed the charm that hung from the chain was shaped as two Jedi weapons crossing each other. It was made of wood, polished to a fine gentleness of artistry. What ever had crafted such an amazing piece of work would surely be possessed by one of the Higher Few if they had been born in Yuuzhan Vong space where the Elite lived.
A hand shockingly grabbed his, clutching it forcefully causing feeling in his hand to go numb. Feng had always been taught that pain was something to cherish, to relish in. It was how all beings came into the universe, and how they all departed, but Feng had a hard time believing in such a thing. It was what kept him from rising to a higher rank. His body only carried a few scars, like the rest of the Perfects had one on his arm, and diamond like slashes where his eyebrows used to be also scarred right underneath his eyes. His entire head had been elaborately tattooed, yet unlike Yonghai, his weren't done with blood or niap, the deadly venom found in the stomach of a dweebit. Instead, his originated from dyed jiskanel gel, which strengthened Perfect's bodies so that they were nearly impenetrable, creating more shielding for them so that they would protect all who opposed their superiors in which they guarded.
Breaking his thoughts he saw that it was the human infidel that was inflicting him. He pulled his hand away from her and walked to put the aijso back on its pad.
Turning around, he saw the female human slowly sit up, trying to regain her bearings. He eyes were a dark brown was a hint of gold that shown brightly, contrasting with the whites of her eyes. Finally hers met his. "Don't you ever touch me again." She warned.
"I don't see what authority you have over me to order such." He replied setting the aijso back onto its pad.
"Because you believe in pain, you would rather keep me alive and release me so I can help fight on the Rogue Squadron."
He laughed slightly at the remark. "And why in the figment of what you call the 'force' would Yonghai, much less me, let you go free back to your domain, who is, may I remind you, our enemy?"
"Let me go and the pain your people long for will come, when the New Republic defeats you. That way all of you will be able to feel pain at once."
Narrowing his eyes he walked up to her, staring her down. "Listen, I may be a Yuuzhan Vong, but don't place me in the stereotype your galaxy has given us. I don't care to be counted as one of the numbered who believes in such legends." Feng replied as he diverted his eyes quickly away from her.
This caught her attention. Sitting up straighter, she leaned forward in interest. "You don't believe what is taught? What the your priests call the True Way?"
He gambled to cast a glance at the female. His expression of nervousness to come near the subject changed to a stateless cold appearance. "So what if what you claim is true? What if what you claim is a lie?"
"You don't believe it then, do you?"
"You seemed surprised by this?"
"I just never thought it was possible."
"You have beings on your side who don't believe in the Jeedi's cause, don't you?"
She nodded slowly, yet cautiously, careful where such a conversation might lead her.
"Then it is possible."
After the comment, the two didn't move as an awkward silence seeped into the room. Finally, Jaina noticed the goopy jelly on her arm. She was about to tear it off her skin when Feng stopped her by grasping her arm. "No don't!" he yelled.
Obtrusive and intrusive as his touch was, Jaina felt a sense of warmth from his ghastly hand. "Don't what?" Instead of sounding firm and angry, her voice sounded more gentle and flirty. She felt like slapping herself for sounding so dumb, and girly to a warrior. A Yuuzhan Vong warrior no less! But with the hold he had on her, she couldn't budge to carry out the act.
Breaking the silence between their already close faces Feng replied, "The gel is a healing ointment. It's not there to hurt you." Letting go of her arm she halfway wished he didn't let go, but smudged out any hint of affection towards the Vong. He backed away from her turning around to get something from across the room. "What is your name?" the question was simple and plain. He practically wasn't allowed to talk to anyone on duty, but chatting with the prisoner surely didn't count as talking to someone.
"Jaina Solo." She answered short and sweet.
"I'm Feng Shui, a Perfect."
"A Perfect, like a guard? Bodyguard? Am I getting close?"
Without turning around he retorted, "You're on the right track."
Fumbling with the necklace Chewie had carved for her before he died, Jaina fingered it unconsciously. "What happened back in the chambers with that Sourprime Clerk Ew Youngfly being?"
Letting out a breath, Feng wiped off the smile that beamed on his face before turning around. He held in the laughter inside of him, doing his best not to mock the highest priest. "That's Supreme Cleric Ku Yonghai."
"Yeah, him. What happened?" Jaina didn't want to admit she fainted, but she had to hear it from a witness so she would at least know for sure. It would clear her conscious knowing she was struck down rather than passed out.
"You had been telling him that you weren't a Jedi, and who you were. Then you were informing him about how you are related to Jacen Solo, but before you could finish, the loss of blood that you had been losing from your wound caused you to lose consciousness."
Nice job Jaina, the pilot sarcastically cheered herself. You would be better off if you just hadn't asked.
"Hello?" His voice brought her back into consciousness.
"Huh? What?"
He handed her a cup full of a luminescent liquid.
She took the cup. Something whispered into her mind through the Force sending an unfamiliar chill down her spine. "I can't love him." Jaina mumbled mistakenly out loud to the feeling.
Feng stared at her oddly. "What?"
"I—I didn't… didn't say anything." Jaina quickly recovered. Her eyes stared down at the liquid, debating on if she should take a drink or not.
Dismissing the words as his imagination, Feng shrugged and continued. "Drink it. It'll help with the healing."
Still weary on the creature she replied. "I'll only drink it if you try some first."
"You'd think I'd poison you?"
"I wouldn't be surprised."
Shaking his head in dismay he took a drink. Then handed it back to her. "See, now are you satisfied?"
Jaina didn't answer, only took the cup drinking greedily from it as the cool liquid moistened her parched throat. It slid down her throat comforting the pain that vibrated throughout her battered body.
Dragging her into the revival chamber, Perfect Feng Shui set her on an aijso, a sponge like cushion that served as a bed for a Shamed One.
The tunnel sealed back up leaving the two totally submersed in silence.
Feng had been the first Perfect assisting in bringing the Jedi to Yonghai. The second perfect, Perfect Sywi Wieng, had been greeting the Supreme Cleric with the message, which the Executor had sent him to deliver he had been rudely interrupted by the human who defiantly denied the fact she was a Jedi.
Shaking his head in disgust, he turned around and placed his hand in a jelly filled bowl. It was a clear tinted cerulean liniment produced by the inner fluid of a jiskanel, a native creature used as a pet back on the Yuuzhan Vong home galaxy.
Smoothing the gel on her smooth and what the Ranked would call Shamed skin, the wound began to deplete from bleeding. The gel-like substance held together the skin, acting as a seal.
Washing his hand off, Feng took a wet baby aijso and began to wash up the bloody red mess on her arm and neck. As he cleansed her skin, the aijso became snagged onto something that hung from around the human's collar.
Unhooking the necklace from the aijso Feng noticed the charm that hung from the chain was shaped as two Jedi weapons crossing each other. It was made of wood, polished to a fine gentleness of artistry. What ever had crafted such an amazing piece of work would surely be possessed by one of the Higher Few if they had been born in Yuuzhan Vong space where the Elite lived.
A hand shockingly grabbed his, clutching it forcefully causing feeling in his hand to go numb. Feng had always been taught that pain was something to cherish, to relish in. It was how all beings came into the universe, and how they all departed, but Feng had a hard time believing in such a thing. It was what kept him from rising to a higher rank. His body only carried a few scars, like the rest of the Perfects had one on his arm, and diamond like slashes where his eyebrows used to be also scarred right underneath his eyes. His entire head had been elaborately tattooed, yet unlike Yonghai, his weren't done with blood or niap, the deadly venom found in the stomach of a dweebit. Instead, his originated from dyed jiskanel gel, which strengthened Perfect's bodies so that they were nearly impenetrable, creating more shielding for them so that they would protect all who opposed their superiors in which they guarded.
Breaking his thoughts he saw that it was the human infidel that was inflicting him. He pulled his hand away from her and walked to put the aijso back on its pad.
Turning around, he saw the female human slowly sit up, trying to regain her bearings. He eyes were a dark brown was a hint of gold that shown brightly, contrasting with the whites of her eyes. Finally hers met his. "Don't you ever touch me again." She warned.
"I don't see what authority you have over me to order such." He replied setting the aijso back onto its pad.
"Because you believe in pain, you would rather keep me alive and release me so I can help fight on the Rogue Squadron."
He laughed slightly at the remark. "And why in the figment of what you call the 'force' would Yonghai, much less me, let you go free back to your domain, who is, may I remind you, our enemy?"
"Let me go and the pain your people long for will come, when the New Republic defeats you. That way all of you will be able to feel pain at once."
Narrowing his eyes he walked up to her, staring her down. "Listen, I may be a Yuuzhan Vong, but don't place me in the stereotype your galaxy has given us. I don't care to be counted as one of the numbered who believes in such legends." Feng replied as he diverted his eyes quickly away from her.
This caught her attention. Sitting up straighter, she leaned forward in interest. "You don't believe what is taught? What the your priests call the True Way?"
He gambled to cast a glance at the female. His expression of nervousness to come near the subject changed to a stateless cold appearance. "So what if what you claim is true? What if what you claim is a lie?"
"You don't believe it then, do you?"
"You seemed surprised by this?"
"I just never thought it was possible."
"You have beings on your side who don't believe in the Jeedi's cause, don't you?"
She nodded slowly, yet cautiously, careful where such a conversation might lead her.
"Then it is possible."
After the comment, the two didn't move as an awkward silence seeped into the room. Finally, Jaina noticed the goopy jelly on her arm. She was about to tear it off her skin when Feng stopped her by grasping her arm. "No don't!" he yelled.
Obtrusive and intrusive as his touch was, Jaina felt a sense of warmth from his ghastly hand. "Don't what?" Instead of sounding firm and angry, her voice sounded more gentle and flirty. She felt like slapping herself for sounding so dumb, and girly to a warrior. A Yuuzhan Vong warrior no less! But with the hold he had on her, she couldn't budge to carry out the act.
Breaking the silence between their already close faces Feng replied, "The gel is a healing ointment. It's not there to hurt you." Letting go of her arm she halfway wished he didn't let go, but smudged out any hint of affection towards the Vong. He backed away from her turning around to get something from across the room. "What is your name?" the question was simple and plain. He practically wasn't allowed to talk to anyone on duty, but chatting with the prisoner surely didn't count as talking to someone.
"Jaina Solo." She answered short and sweet.
"I'm Feng Shui, a Perfect."
"A Perfect, like a guard? Bodyguard? Am I getting close?"
Without turning around he retorted, "You're on the right track."
Fumbling with the necklace Chewie had carved for her before he died, Jaina fingered it unconsciously. "What happened back in the chambers with that Sourprime Clerk Ew Youngfly being?"
Letting out a breath, Feng wiped off the smile that beamed on his face before turning around. He held in the laughter inside of him, doing his best not to mock the highest priest. "That's Supreme Cleric Ku Yonghai."
"Yeah, him. What happened?" Jaina didn't want to admit she fainted, but she had to hear it from a witness so she would at least know for sure. It would clear her conscious knowing she was struck down rather than passed out.
"You had been telling him that you weren't a Jedi, and who you were. Then you were informing him about how you are related to Jacen Solo, but before you could finish, the loss of blood that you had been losing from your wound caused you to lose consciousness."
Nice job Jaina, the pilot sarcastically cheered herself. You would be better off if you just hadn't asked.
"Hello?" His voice brought her back into consciousness.
"Huh? What?"
He handed her a cup full of a luminescent liquid.
She took the cup. Something whispered into her mind through the Force sending an unfamiliar chill down her spine. "I can't love him." Jaina mumbled mistakenly out loud to the feeling.
Feng stared at her oddly. "What?"
"I—I didn't… didn't say anything." Jaina quickly recovered. Her eyes stared down at the liquid, debating on if she should take a drink or not.
Dismissing the words as his imagination, Feng shrugged and continued. "Drink it. It'll help with the healing."
Still weary on the creature she replied. "I'll only drink it if you try some first."
"You'd think I'd poison you?"
"I wouldn't be surprised."
Shaking his head in dismay he took a drink. Then handed it back to her. "See, now are you satisfied?"
Jaina didn't answer, only took the cup drinking greedily from it as the cool liquid moistened her parched throat. It slid down her throat comforting the pain that vibrated throughout her battered body.