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A/N:
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Infliction
Chapter Two
Nen Yim watched carefully for any signs that the young Jeedai would awaken. She had hooked him up to many neural pathway detectors to help her understand the miraculous phenomenon taking place in front of her.
After their first discussion, Anakin Solo had lost consciousness and since then, had not risen from his self induced sleep.
That had been a standard week ago.
The amazing thing, Nen Yim surmised, was his uncanny ability at healing himself. The Yuuzhan Vong had many servants which could induce healing at increasing rates but this was far beyond anything they could do.
The Jeedai Solo should be dead, or near death, and the Yuuzhan Vong would have healed him so they could further their own purposes. But Anakin Solo seemed eager to begin his transformation. He was doing the healing himself—and doing it quicker and more thoroughly than they could even expect!
If their were one pitfall to this method of healing it would be that the person was unaware of the outside world and surroundings.; Which was most likely the reason why Anakin Solo hadn't fallen into one while his strike team was being hunted down by Nom Anor. He didn't have a safe place to do it.
She watched as the cells clustered around the wound, destroying the foreign organisms and promoting growth. His many wounds were mending before her eyes.
She had to admit that this ability was impressive. She wondered if Anakin could explain it to her in greater detail. Nen Yim's thirst for knowledge could never be quenched.
This was why Nen Yim was a Master Shaper. She did not become one to destroy life. She summoned the feeling of joy and discovery she had first come to feel when she stepped onto a living surface for the first time.
She wanted to create and manipulate life to make life easier and more enjoyable and make scientific-at this time thought heretical-advances.
Her thin lips grimaced.
The Yuuzhan Vong would need to win the war for that to happen.
And Nen Yim would do anything to help her people.
Even destroy the pathetic, insignificant life that slept before her. She would shape him, and he would be the downfall to the New Republic.
And after everything that Anakin and his little companions had done to disrupt her life. The girl Tahiri removing Mezhaan Kwaad's beautiful head from her shoulders, her friends in the Banir Muur suffocating on a dying worldship because Jedi had destroyed the new ones that could have saved them.
Countless friends and ally's dying in combat.
Dying at the edge of a lightsaber's blade.
It would happen no more.
The weapon of a Jedi would now turn on its owner.
And Nen Yim prayed to the gods-if they even existed- to help her deal out her vengeance.
She went to retrieve her quasa and dove her mind into the countless protocols found in each cortex. She eagerly anticipated the end result of her experimentation.
It was to be kept completely secret.
Whether this project resulted in failure or success, all other parties involved would be silenced. In the end, perhaps Nen Yim would allow their deaths to be Anakin Solo's (or Farooq Naan, as he would soon be known as) first cold blooded murders. It was easy task to mark the beginning of a life of bloodshed and betrayal he would soon lead. She would have to erase every shed of compassion and kindness and selflessness that had been bred in him since birth. After Nen Yim was through with him, all that would remain would be his immense power and a thirst for the Jedi's extinction.
No word of Anakin Solo's survival could be leaked. He had to be thought dead by the galaxy. She had shaped a lifeless clone bearing Solo's appearance earlier from a sample of his spilled blood. She had hurried through it, so it hadn't born an exact resemblance to him but she was sure it would be good enough to fool even his closest friends and family.
By Lord Shimmra's bidding and Tsavong Lah's absolute insistence, Anakin Solo would not yet be ritually scarred. After his inner transformation was complete, Anakin would return to the New Republic, hailed as a Hero, inexplicably escaping Yuuzhan Vong imprisonment after more than a year of intense torture.
His family would kiss him, his friends would embrace him, and Anakin Solo's smile would appear genuine even relieved, and his excitement would be real.
And the former Jeedai would slaughter them all.
Master Shaper Nen Yim could not contain her smile of elation at the thought. Supreme Overlord Shimmra's new regime could begin with a flourish.
And Nen Yim would be then revealed and hailed as her people's savior.
She then could only hope that Shimmra would cast aside the gods aside as the false idols they truly were…
But that was a hope she wouldn't hold her breath on and one that she would never speak aloud or her life would be forfeit.
And she had too many tasks unfinished to spend her life so foolishly.
She heard the entrance to her laboratory open with the sound of smacking lips.
"Master Yim?" called out an inquisitive voice.
Nen Yim turned to face the new arrival.
"What is it, Adept?" she asked wearily. While questions were not frowned upon, this young thing had made them her stock in trade. She never stopped talking about one thing or another, a near endless supply of syrupy chatter.
Probably noticing the tiredness in the Master Shaper's tone the Adept raised her eyes quivering in her bones.
"I come bearing the Warmaster's villip."
"Oh, yes, of course." The Warmaster had promised to inform her if they happened to capture more Jedi Knights for her experiments.
She took the villip from the adept's shaking hands and excused her.
Touching a delicate finger to a sensitive nub on the villip's side, it morphed into a shape bearing Tsavong Lah's resemblance, but only head and shoulders.
Nen Yim inclined her head in greeting and submission. "I have eagerly expected your villip, Great One." She did not yet raise her eyes. Though she wasn't technically his inferior,-they were of different castes- the Supreme Overlord wanted her to maintain a pretense of chain of command and Nen Yim reluctantly played her part well.
"Look upon me, my servant." Tsavong Lah's smile reeked of superiority but Nen Yim wisely held her tongue.
Nen Yim raised her eyes to the familiar scarred features of the Warmaster and waited for him to speak first.
How goes the Jeedai project?"
"It is progressive, Warmaster. I created a clone of young Solo and had some warriors place it in the mortuary with the rest of our dead. These infidels are predictable, they will seek to find and return the body of their comrade home."
"You are wise, Master Yim." Tsavong Lah displayed his needle-pointed teeth. Was it a smile, Nen thought, or a grimace? Through the villip it was hard to make out. "Just hours ago, the Jeedai stole back the clone, and caused quite an uproar, just as you predicted."
"Then all is well, Warmaster?" There was something he wasn't saying.
"Nom Anor has been given his final chance, tracking down these Jeedai. And he is failing. As we speak, the Jeedai are fleeing in his ship, The Kstaar."
Nen Yim's thoughts worked at blinding speeds. They successfully stole and were operating a Yuuzhan Vong vessel! The idea was absurd! No infidel should be able to summon the empathy needed to bond with the ship.
She's think about it later, the Warmaster was still speaking.
"--and that infidel Jaina Solo renamed it The Trickster. She insults us blatantly with her blasphemy."
Nen Yim knew what the escape of the Twins could mean for the Warmaster though she wasn't foolish enough to say them aloud. The Warmaster's newly transplanted radank claw was eating away at the flesh of his arm. He had promised the gods the twins. If he could not deliver and his infection continued further up his arm, then his station as Warmaster would be compromised and he would spend the rest of his life cast away as a humiliated Shamed One.
Cautiously, "Both Jacen Solo and his sister escaped, then?"
The Great warrior's villip twisted into a look of disgust. "Nom Anor, the fool, knows how to leave a mission half accomplished. One of his associates captured one half of the twin pairing. Jacen Solo is now our prisoner."
Nen Yim's eyes lit up. She could imagine the possibilities of shaping both the Solo brothers. What a downfall to the moral of the New Republic when sons of the ruling states most prominent family turn traitor on the whole lot of them! Oh, it would be a joyous accomplishment. "Then I'm to have another Jeedai to work with?"
The Warmaster's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Unfortunately not. Vergere has requested a chance to turn him to the True Way." His expression certainly conveyed his distaste and confidence in that idea. "If she fails, she will be all yours, my pet.
"Work on the young Solo, Nen Yim. I want to be informed of all progress, no matter how seemingly insignificant, am I clear? I will not suffer disappointment lightly."
His threats didn't scare Nen Yim. She was on loan to him from the Supreme Overlord. He could not harm her and hope to leave. She would do her best; she did not want to disappoint her Master, Lord Shimmra.
Nen Yim inwardly sighed, knowing she would have to placate the Warmaster through many more conversations. "Of course, Warmaster. It shall be as you will it."
At his bidding, she went on to explain Solo's astounding healing process and her plans for his future.
When his villip finally inverted after over an hour, Nen Yim had a throbbing headache.
She needed to go over some formulas and see if Solo was awake.
Then the work would commence.
Nen Yim hurried to her laboratory. She couldn't wait to begin.
I hope I didn't write Nen Yim too bad. I'll have to brush up on the Edge of Victory books again. Now do what you do best and Review!
