Notes: I know that a few Yuuzhan Vong stories will get little to no reception, but please, give this race a chance. Also, since I can't spell in a non-English language to save my life, please tell me if I didn't spell something right.
6. hours
The young warrior fought down the urge to allow his eyes to dart around the room as he sat through his first lecture from Czulkang Lah. Just what brought the old warmaster to a bunch of kids who were barely out of the crèche? He was better off---more honorable---dead than alive, especially alive lecturing and demonstrating to a handful of youngsters. The warrior suddenly winced in pain and opened his eyes to see a puncture in his right shoulder. The other trainees were laughing.
"Answer my question promptly." The former warmaster cast a warning look at the boy.
7. days
Days. Khalee Lah has had days to catch that affected Yun-Harla, and yet he still returned to his father empty-handed. Technically, he did not return, but they communicated regularly. The horned warrior narrowed his eyes as he swung his amphistaff at the vonloon, a relative of the vonduun crab, that hung from the coral ceiling, taking out his anger and frustration on the pets after he ran out of unimportant underlings and slaves. How was he to prove himself worthy of the warmaster's blood if he could not even capture a weakling twin who was destined to fall in sacrifice?
8. weeks
Onimi teased one of his implants into injecting his blood with stimulants as he dissected the dead yammosk, which he stole weeks ago. He stopped sleeping then, since he could not waste his time with that task when he was so close to the answer that he was looking for. The other shapers were blind compared to him, blind to this other dimension that he could almost see and feel. Maybe that was where Yun-Harla dwelled, waiting to reward the most curious of her creations, her Master Shapers. The yammosk had to take him to the gods! It had to!
9. months
"Mezzhan?" Vua Rapuung asked as the shaper put her finishing touches on his latest implant.
"It's Mezzhan iKwaad/i, warrior." The shaper had never been so curt before, at least not with her forbidden lover. "Call me Mezzhan again and we'll get sacrificed to the Twins!"
"Yun Txiin and Yun Qaah will smile upon us. We won't be sacrificed," assured the warrior as he smiled at the pain that the new implant was inflicting. His skin and his other creatures burned as if there was acid. Despite the words, he had the feeling that something was about to go utterly wrong.
10. years
The young Jakan marveled at the bugs before him, unable to believe that the thirteenth had finally taken its place with the rest of his collection. The bugs represented the thirteen years that passed like a blink of an eye. The twins finally turned thirteen, which meant that the priests would be busy preparing for the impending sacrifice. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he pushed himself up and headed for the temple of Yun Yuuzhan. He was honored to be assigned the tremendous task of overseeing a part of the sacrifice, especially at the rather young age of thirty.