ONE YEAR LATER:
Vangoren Kwaad stepped through the door of the Warmaster's chambers. He snapped his fists to opposite shoulders in salute. "You called for me, Warmaster?" He asked.
Tsavong Lah turned to face him. "You have done well since your return, Vangoren Kwaad. Your devotion to our cause is proven at every turn."
This did not require a response, but merely a deep bow of gratitude from the Klevinda. The Warmaster continued, "You have a new assignment. You will join Nom Anor and Vergere on the planet Coruscant. They have captured several jeedai and will need your knowledge of them to complete the breaking."
Vangoren nodded his head, "If I may ask a question, Warmaster?" At his commander's nod, he asked, "What are the names of the infidel jeedai, so that I may know what technique of breaking to use?"
A smile creased Tsavong Lah's fringed lips. "A wise question. They are worthy enough for you to know their names. The jeedai are the leader Luke Skywalker, his twin Leia, her twin children Jacen and Jaina Solo, the jeedai student Tahiri Viela, another named Tenel Ka, a wookie named Lowbacca, and an infidel named Han Solo."
Vangoren recognized the names and remembered, quite well, their respective personalities and weaknesses, but the shapers had done well in severing any memories of his relationship to any of the infidels. "They are indeed worthy. Two sets of twins will make an excellent sacrifice to the gods."
"Go then, and bring glory to the gods."
Luke Skywalker was no stranger to pain. In fact, he had had so much of it in his lifetime it no longer surprised him, nor fazed him. Even the brutality that the Yuuzhan Vong seemed to take such pleasure in could not dissuade him from his conviction that he had been through hell and back. No matter what Nom Anor and Vergere did, he wouldn't break.
At least, that had been the case.
Nothing could prepare him and the other Jedi, who were all bound to the floor with blorash jelly, for the next person to enter the room. He heard their collective gasp and could feel their surprise through the Force like a shockwave, knowing full well that his own shock was joining theirs. Nom Anor snapped a salute to the extravagantly tattooed Yuuzhan Vong. The fact that he was higher rank than Nom Anor barely registered. The man who had just stepped into the room was Anakin Solo.
A Jedi.
His nephew.
His apprentice.
His friend.
Now, his enemy.
It was going to be a long day.
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