The Prophet Yu'shaa packed his travel bag and went to the agreed place to meet the Jedi. There were two of them to greet him.
"I'm Corran Horn", said the man in his late thirties, "and this is Tahiri Veila", he pointed on the very young, blond female, who accompanied him.
Yu'shaa saw the mark on Tahiri's forehead that identified the young Jedi as a member of the Shaper domain Kwaad. He bowed his head respectfully to her. "So you are the Jedi that was shaped."
Tahiri smiled sheepishly. "Well, yes," she replied in the Yuuzhan Vong language. "I almost think I learned more about your people then than I wanted to know."
Yu'shaa nodded slowly. "I would be honored if you could tell me more about it during the flight. I guess the journey will be long enough."
Yu'shaa glanced at the technical ship, the two humans did came with. "What is this?", he asked, pointing at a very organic looking appendix, the ship was sitting upon. To him, it looked like a living ship, but such one he'd never seen before in the armada of the Yuuzhan Vong.
"I think, it's time to introduce the rest of our travelers", Horn said.
The male Jedi gestured towards the ship: "Come out."
An organic tongue fell down to reveal the entrance and walking down the aisle came two Yuuzhan Vong – a young female shaper, according to her eight-fingered right hand even a master of her cast, and a priest, who lacked the little and the ring finger on both hands.
"This is Priest Harrar", Corran Horn said. "And this is Master Shaper Nen Yim."
"I feel honored", Yu'shaa said politely to his compatriots. "What kind of organic device is this ship you were coming out of?"
"This ship comes from the world of Zonama Sekot we are travelling to", Nen Yim explained. "The vicious jester of our Overlord gave it to me for examination, and I found out that the ship is about to die. It told me, it can recover only, when brought to the planet of his birth – and that's why we are here."
"How comes that Onimi gives you ships – as a mere jester?", Yu'shaa inquired.
Nen Yim lowered her gaze. "Onimi is far more than a jester", she said hesitatingly. "He have learnt the skills of a shaper, even those of a master shaper. And I think his role on Shimrra's court is a far more crucial one than just to make rhymed jokes at our expense."
That caught Yu'shaa's attention. "Does Onimi know that you are here?"
"He would kill me, if he'd now."
"And me too", Harrar added.
"Then giddy up, lest the ship will die before we reach Zonama Sekot", Yu'shaa ushered the crew to start.
The ill organic vessel in tow, the mechanical ship with the two Jedi and three Yuuzhan Vong started and reached the living planet.
They went off and Nen Yim's green eyes brightened, when she set her foot on this world, seeing the silvery trees fencing their landing area.
"Those trees", she rejoiced, "I know them from our old writings. They look almost the same."
"Could we compare them?" Yu'shaa asked her.
"Of course we can", Nen Yim said. "Here is my Qang Qahsa, where I have all the collected knowledge of the Yuuzhan Vong regarding plants, animals and everything – and my own research about it."
Yu'shaa looked thoughtfully on the organic sac, the young shaper had brought with her, then his gaze turned towards the ailing ship, they had brought with them. As soon as the organic ship had touched the ground of Zonama Sekot, it spread its green wings and glowed up in a mesmerizing green.
"The ship is healing!", Nen Yim exclaimed. "We all will heal!"
"Then let's build a camp for us and then we'll discover this planet", Corran Horn said and so it happened.
Yu'shaa often went with Nen Yim into the forests and meadows to see and catalogue the local animals, plants and trees. She asked him much about the Shamed Ones and about his past before he became one of them, but every time she asked about that time, he evaded a clear answer.
Two weeks of exploration had passed and Nen Yim and Yu'shaa went into the fields for another bio-searching trip.
"So tell me, Yu'shaa, do you have a mate?", she asked him suddenly, and he replied: "Yes, there is one, but I haven't seen her for a long time."
"So do you miss her?", Nen Yim dug deeper.
He shook his head. "I'm not really experienced in such kind of talk. Let's rather see those bees pollinating the beautiful flowers of this planet."
Nen Yim sighed and did what he proposed. When the sky turned dusky, they reached a place with much green moss aside a clear brook. There they stopped and she told him: "You were right with your proposal, Prophet. I noticed a really strange thing happening between those bees and flowers here. The bees carry the pollen from one plant to the other, but they neither eat anything from them nor do they generate honey or something like this for their own use. It's absolutely illogical, but these insects just pollinate for the sake of the fertilization of those plants."
Yu'shaa nodded absentmindedly. "That's very strange indeed."
At once she took both his hands. "Can't we just behave as senseless as these bees with those flowers?", she chirped and looked down to the green, warm looking moss ground. "Just for here and now?"
He shook off her craving hands. "No, I won't", Yu'shaa rasped and just a blink of an eyelid later he flew back towards the camp.
Nen Yim sat down lonely on the mossy ground next the brook and burst out into tears. "What have I done to deserve this?"
"Why are you so sad, you forlorn child?", Nen Yim heard a bell-like voice.
She looked up and saw a strange, small figure, clad in violet feathers, with a broad mouth and two yellow four-clawed hands. A high feather crown sloped behind her head and she was just half of Nen Yim's size.
"I … know you", the young shaper gasped.
"I really appreciate that, especially for the fact that we didn't meet ever before", the strange being said.
"You are Vergere, the allegedly killed counsellor of our fallen Warmaster Tsavong Lah! I know you from the Living Net's news shows. Your advice brought him nothing but defeat and shame afterwards."
The red eyes of the avian creature looked down in deep thoughts. "So that became of my dear friend", she said sadly.
"I doubt that Tsavong Lah would have called you that in return", Nen Yim retorted.
"Actually I don't care for the guy you call Tsavong Lah", Vergere said melancholically. "But perhaps you can tell me about a boy called Anakin, who was very dear to me when he was here."
Nen Yim's eyes went wet. "Anakin became a great hero among our people", she started to tell the legend grown for years within the Yuuzhan Vong underground. "This young Jedi knight allied himself with a falsely shamed warrior named Vua Rapuung and he helped him to restore his honor as a warrior. Then his fate overtook Anakin, while he still could save some members of his family and other Jedi from death." Big tears left her eyes finally and a thin-tipped razor finger of her eight-fingered master hand pointed sharply at Vergere. "Wasn't it you? Yes, You! You together with the priest Harrar, who regrets deeply having lured Anakin into that trap. So what about you? Are you mocking me and shedding merely crocodile, no, Avian tears?"
"I feel so sorry for Anakin", Vergere replied, "but I doubt that you are here for mourning that guy called Tsavong Lah or over Anakin, right?"
Nen Yim nodded heavily. "Finally I found the perfect planet where I can live in peace and harmony. But then I fell in love with this masked I suppose intendant you surely have seen before. But he is not returning my feelings. He said that he has a mate, but … I want him to love me!" it broke out of her finally.
"Don't worry, my child. I can help you", Vergere said. "Just stay here for a while. Some people will come and take you with them – just you, nothing else. Just do everything they want you to do, but don't give them bad answers, then you will see how irresistible a damsel in distress will be for the man you desire."
"How can I trust you?", Nen Yim doubted.
"Not at all", Vergere replied, "but I'm your only chance to get what you seek."
Nen Yim opened her mouth to ask her something, but suddenly the creature she knew as Vergere dissolved into nothingness and let the shaper alone again. She washed her tear-stained face with the clear water of the brook and waited.
Meanwhile Yu'shaa had arrived in the camp and instantly Tahiri Veila asked him: "What about Nen Yim?"
"I'm very tired, but she wanted to continue her search", Yu'shaa replied. "I hope she will return soon too."
"I have a bad feeling about this", Corran Horn said.
"Me too", Harrar chimed in.
They had dinner, but Nen Yim did not appear at all.
"We should look for her", Tahiri suggested. "Yu'shaa, can you lead us to the point, where you did leave her?"
"For sure, I will", the disguised Yuuzhan Vong said.
When they came to the place, where he had left the shaper, only her Qang Qahsa was left on the shore of the brook, but there was no trace of Nen Yim.
Suddenly a shouting was heard. "Please help! I'd been abducted!", they heard Nen Yim's high-pitched voice from above. The four people looked up and saw a big balloon of pale brownish color on the night sky with a blazing lamp on its organic basket. In that basket stood Nen Yim, leaning over the reeling, while two people with black hair and blue skin were holding her arms behind tightly. And a third one of the native abductors did stuff a kind of ball into her mouth, silencing her crying voice into a dump gurgling sound.
"I will look for help", Corran Horn said. "I feel other Jedi on the planet, they will help us."
"We should start negotiating with the abductors", Harrar proposed.
Tahiri and Corran went into a Jedi-trance to get some help from Jacen Solo and other Jedi, they knew to be on the planet as well, while Harrar rolled a big straw-leaf into a big megaphone to talk with the abductors.
"What do we have to do, that you let this our comrade go?" Harrar asked the Natives in the balloon.
"You and your kind are alien to this planet and its doom!", said one of the blue man group. "We, the Ferroans, didn't accept the assault of your heinous commander Ekhm Val before and we won't tolerate you staining our homeland any longer either! And you two others, you Jedi … you brought us nothing but harm and destruction either …"
"Sorry, but the Jedi can't hear you and your accusations right now", Harrar shouted up. Then he turned towards the Jedi. "What do you think? Did we explore this planet enough? Did the hurt organic ship heal already?"
Tahiri Veila's eyes snapped open when she woke up first from her Jedi trance and Corran Horn followed some seconds later. The young female shook her blonde head. "Nen Yim should know. It was her wish to see that planet."
Harrar turned to the abductors again: "Noble Ferroans, we respect your wish to live undisturbed in your native world, but may you perhaps deign to ask Nen Yim, if the ailing living ship, we've brought back to its home planet, has healed already? And if Nen Yim has finished her botanical and fauna research here on Zonama Sekot?"
One Ferroan released Nen Yim's mouth from the gag and she shouted down: "My research is but finished. It is all in my Qang Qahsa now. And the native ship has healed as well. I see you two Jedi and you, Harrar, down there. But where is Yu'shaa?"
They looked around, but the prophet of the Shamed Ones was nowhere to be seen. The three of them hurried to the brook, but the Qang Qahsa was gone likewise.
"Nen Yim", Harrar shouted up into his organic megaphone. "Yu'shaa had disappeared and it seems, he took your Qang Qahsa as well."
"No", Nen Yim wept, "No … No!"
But soon the disappointment in her betrayed heart turned into iron resolve. Nen Yim urged her abductors to move a round over her camp, to see after the fugitive prophet. Suddenly the organic vessel, Nen Yim had brought with her, shot up from the ground and disappeared into the night sky of Zonama Sekot.
"We won't let him get away like this!", Corran Horn vowed angrily.
"There is nothing you can do about now", one of the Ferroans said stoically from above. "Our organic ships are much faster than your mechanical ones. So you will leave too now."
"No!" Nen Yim said firmly. "This is the world I've been yearning for so long. I will stay here and die on this living and blessed earth, if you allow."
Dazed and confused the three blue men looked at each other, then Vergere appeared again – hovering next to the organic balloon. "If this is her true wish, it shall be. I see no harm in her. So let her stay."
"May I stay with her too?", Harrar asked.
"The woman may stay", Vergere decided, "but another Yuuzhan Vong here on Zonama Sekot is too much. But before you leave, Harrar", her yellow index finger pointed demandingly on the priest below, "you will tell me all the things you and the alias of mine have done to poor Anakin!"
This chapter contains events from the New Jedi Order book series vols: 17 Force Heretic III: Reunion; 18 "The Final Prophecy" by Greg Keyes (2003)