Chapter two
Blackness... It was all Anakin could see, it was all around him. He was dead. He knew he was dead. But if he was dead why was there so much pain? Wasn't death supposed to end pain? Maybe that wasn't true. He saw a small amount of light, pure white energy. He floated towards it...
He felt a hand on his cheek all of the sudden a sharp whap. He had just been slapped by a hand! He awoke, in a chair of some sort. But slated on by Blorash Jelly, was his Wrists, and Ankle's.
He made out some of his captor's. There was Tsavong Lah, the war master of the Yuuzhan Vong, his face as ugly as ever. His noise made him look like a pig, Fitting, really.
He made out the faces of two other Yuuzhan Vong, and an alien face in the background, guarded by the shadow's. But he guessed that judging from the brown robe the figure had on it was Veregene.
He also made out the face of a female Vong, Nen Yim no doubt. Oh no... Anakin thought I'm in deep...
"What was your goal jeedai Anakin Solo?" asked Tsavong Lah, who Anakin assumed was the one who slapped him. Why was Lah asking him that question? Couldn't he tell?
"Shouldn't you know?" Anakin rasped. He found his throat dry and hard to speak with.
Anakin felt a sharp slap on his face again. "Answer the question!"
Anakin recoiled from the slap and looked the war master right in the eye's. "To kill the Voxyn." Anakin replied barely.
"Now we are getting somewhere." Said Nom Anor. Who Anakin assumed was the reason he was here, but he couldn't recall how he got here. Here, in this death trap.
"You were the reason the shaping program failed." Nen Yim said. "You deserve to die."
"Nay." Shimrra said. "That would be to honorable."
"Pain?" Nin Yim asked.
"No..." He said. "A dishonorable death."
Nin Yim walked over towards Anakin, who would have fought to get away if it wasn't for his tiredness, pain, and the blorash Jelly... He became amazingly tried and fainted...
Too the Yuuzhan Vong, natural cause of is dishonorable. It is ironic really, they let nature take its course on everything. They're machines, they're bodies, they're clothing, they're weapons. Even they're worlds were controlled by they're version of Nature. But not they're deaths.
For some reason nature for death is dishonor for the odd aliens. There culture would confuse historians for thousands of years to come.