Part 3: Nom Anor and Jacen
Although Nom Anor showed no expression on the outside as the warmistress complained to him about one of his students, the prefect was amused with the woman. Of all the warmasters he had known, she had given him the biggest of all advantages. The woman was a typical, brainwashed warrior who just happened to have an unusually explosive temper.
While that woman was high above average in the arts of the warrior caste, she was still quite young and naïve by Yuuzhan Vong standards. She was, after all, only eighteen when Tsavong Lah died. The prefect had lost count of the number of occasions which the woman's temper and impulsiveness had done favors for him and removed those he considered threats. He was lucky that her mentor, none other than his cousin, taught the woman to favor and respect Domain Anor.
"Warmaster, the so-called student of mine was trained by the head of his domain. He wasn't mine until a few days ago. Do you truly believe one of my students could be so incompetent?" Nom Anor played upon the respect the woman held for Anors in general, and him in particular. To the prefect, Kodachi Cha was as resourceful, if not more so, than the priestess Ngaaluh when she spied for him. The warmistress had done a good job of removing Nom's rivals, and his words just sentenced the head of his student's domain, a rival prefect, to death. Someday, when the time is right, the warmistress would have a reason to kill the High Prefect and Nom would have the highest rank within his caste, with the exception of the Supreme Overlord.
"No, Prefect." The warmistress' villip reverted to its natural form after showing the warmistress turn almost completely blue in anger. Nom Anor smiled, for he knew that the unstable woman would be hunting down his rival in the damutek of domain Shek soon. Kodachi's homicidal temper made her a female and more resourceful version of Master Shaper Ch'Gan Hool, who died fifteen years ago for his error in the shaping of Coruscant. It was a shame that Nom Anor did not master the valuable skill of controlling the wraths of others before the Master Shaper was executed.
Nom Anor then turned to the images from the viewspider of one of his agents. He could see one of the human traitors showing his agent all available data on the transport the Hapan Queen and her daughter took. It was a shame that a doll in the gardens of the Royal Palace had fooled the spy and wasted a standard hour of his time.
While Nom Anor's agent served Kodachi Cha, the prefect made sure that every bit of information fed onto his displays.
Nom Anor watched as his agent's ship followed the Jeedai queen's ship's signature from a safe distance. He might find many of the answers he and his spies spent half a decade trying to uncover. This might reveal why the Shamed Ones around the galaxy acted with an unusual amount of unity after Yu'Shaa was 'murdered' and exactly how many living descendants the legendary Darth Vader had. That was just a small example of what the mission's success would bring if this agent would be competent enough not to fail him.
When the spy ship reverted to normal space, Nom Anor was shown a picture of the legendary planet he had not set foot on since the day he discarded his identity as Yu'Shaa. However, Nom Anor was not pious type and did not feel the sensation most Yuuzhan Vong would have felt at the sight of the living planet.
The one-eyed man proceeded to activate his spy's villip. He had realized some additional tasks for the agent he was sending to the lush planet.
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As Jacen sensed his wife and daughter's presences intensify, he could feel his eldest daughter and apprentice pour over the lessons taught to him by Vergere and by his previous student.
"I guess---I'm a student."
"Perhaps you are." Vergere nodded. "Then you are also a teacher, for the two are one."
Fifteen years had passed since Vergere taught him most invaluable lessons on the capital world of the galaxy, but Jacen still remembered her teachings word for word. Though Vergere told him that everything she said was a lie, Jacen could not doubt the truth found in her words, especially after he took his first apprentice.
Jacen's first and most unusual student taught him a completely new outlook on the Yuuzhan Vong species and perhaps the knowledge that put him in the Council after Saba Sebatyne's death. The experience gained from teaching the boy prepared him for taking on the second student, who gave him a partial insight on perhaps what it was like for Vergere and Uncle Luke to train him.
Jacen wanted to list his first and former student amongst the Jedi visiting Yuuzhan'tar in the attempt to put an end to the war that had dominated the galaxy for two decades, but he could not. The thousands, if not millions, of Shamed Ones that took refuge on Zonama needed the most adept leader they could find because of the role Sekot was about to play in the war with the Yuuzhan Vong.
Only Jacen's former apprentice, now the sole Jedi Knight from the Yuuzhan Vong species, could fill that role. The young man, as the son of a Shamed warrior, could command the obedience of the Shamed Ones better than every other Jedi and had learned much about battle strategy from his formerly high-ranking mother.
The Jedi Council would have to seek out that well-worshipped leader of the local Shamed Ones and… No, he's coming to us! Jacen felt his bond with the other Jedi strengthen, which meant that the unique man was racing toward the meeting place with Force-enhanced speed.
Masterrr… Jacen could feel a discern a sense of urgency from his apprentice's tone, but due to the distance and the apparent rush of the Yuuzhan Vong, Jacen could not sense the details of whatever the emergency was.