Mar. 12th, 2010

weetuskenraider: (Looking Over Shoulder)
They'd been on Zonama Sekot for several weeks now. Several weeks of Nen Yim and Harrar pretty much geeking out over every possible thing, Yu'shaa's long periods of silence broken by occasional speeches . . . and absolutely no sign of native inhabitants anywhere, despite repeated and farther-ranging expeditions. With limited food supplies, they'd been doing their best to live off the native resources -- Nen Yim had been able to identify a small handful of edible plants. Gathering expeditions to keep themselves fed provided a good excuse for Tahiri and Corran to talk in private, too.

"We can't stay here forever," Corran was saying. "I've been trying to think of a way to attract the attention of that Imperial frigate, if nothing else."

Tahiri turned the pingpear she'd picked over in her hands and looked down at her bare feet, frowning slightly. The trouser cuffs of her flightsuit seemed to be riding a couple of centimeters higher -- had she grown? "Any thoughts on how to go about that?"

He nodded. Yes. I'll have to go to the one place I've been avoiding. )

***


When she found Nen Yim a little while later, the shaper was examining a spherical object that looked like a qahsa but probably wasn't; Tahiri knew, because she'd watched her grow the thing. Tahiri had been watching Nen Yim a lot since they'd been here, which had probably been annoying at least at first.

Sitting down cross-legged near Nen Yim, she queried about this latest experiment -- an elaborate test of Tahiri's theory that the Force was regulating all the life on the planet.

"To explain," Nen Yim began, "I may have to speak of things that will upset you."

She'd wanted to know. And she hadn't. Her stomach twisted in anticipation and apprehension. This concerns my own shaping, doesn't it? )

[OOC: Oh, you know the drill. Still, yes, still adapted from The Final Prophecy by Greg Keyes; dialogue mostly intact, with narrative adjustments by me. Tahiri's random growth spurt is the fault of [livejournal.com profile] trickster_twin, [livejournal.com profile] momslilassassin, and new canon.]
weetuskenraider: (Looking Over Shoulder)
They'd been on Zonama Sekot for several weeks now. Several weeks of Nen Yim and Harrar pretty much geeking out over every possible thing, Yu'shaa's long periods of silence broken by occasional speeches . . . and absolutely no sign of native inhabitants anywhere, despite repeated and farther-ranging expeditions. With limited food supplies, they'd been doing their best to live off the native resources -- Nen Yim had been able to identify a small handful of edible plants. Gathering expeditions to keep themselves fed provided a good excuse for Tahiri and Corran to talk in private, too.

"We can't stay here forever," Corran was saying. "I've been trying to think of a way to attract the attention of that Imperial frigate, if nothing else."

Tahiri turned the pingpear she'd picked over in her hands and looked down at her bare feet, frowning slightly. The trouser cuffs of her flightsuit seemed to be riding a couple of centimeters higher -- had she grown? "Any thoughts on how to go about that?"

He nodded. Yes. I'll have to go to the one place I've been avoiding. )

***


When she found Nen Yim a little while later, the shaper was examining a spherical object that looked like a qahsa but probably wasn't; Tahiri knew, because she'd watched her grow the thing. Tahiri had been watching Nen Yim a lot since they'd been here, which had probably been annoying at least at first.

Sitting down cross-legged near Nen Yim, she queried about this latest experiment -- an elaborate test of Tahiri's theory that the Force was regulating all the life on the planet.

"To explain," Nen Yim began, "I may have to speak of things that will upset you."

She'd wanted to know. And she hadn't. Her stomach twisted in anticipation and apprehension. This concerns my own shaping, doesn't it? )

[OOC: Oh, you know the drill. Still, yes, still adapted from The Final Prophecy by Greg Keyes; dialogue mostly intact, with narrative adjustments by me. Tahiri's random growth spurt is the fault of [livejournal.com profile] trickster_twin, [livejournal.com profile] momslilassassin, and new canon.]
weetuskenraider: (Suspicious)
Nen Yim had been gone for hours, and Yu'shaa hadn't returned either; Tahiri knew it wasn't just her Yuuzhan Vong paranoia that made her suspicious of the circumstances. The whole incident with the qahsa that had knocked her out for a while could have just been a ruse. So she went looking, drawing on both her Jedi experience as a tracker and her knowledge of Yuuzhan Vong strategies to retrace the shaper's route; above her, the sky was darkening with clouds as the wind whipped up, and the scent of electricity and resin hung in the humid air.

A trail of blood a few meters long led her to Nen Yim, collapsed in a small clearing . . . )

***


She caught up with Corran and Harrar halfway between the camp and the ridge where the hyperdrive unit was, her lightsaber out and ignited and the anger that she couldn't damp down probably broadcasting on a wide Force frequency. )

[OOC: NFI/NFB/OOC-okay, ad nauseam. Still adapted from The Final Prophecy by Greg Keyes, and holy crap this one is long. Adapting starfighter battle campaigns may be a pain, but I maintain [livejournal.com profile] trickster_twin has it easier. You try getting stuck with the long, drawn-out ground infiltration missions all the time. One more late tonight to finish this book, so sorry for the spam . . .]
weetuskenraider: (Suspicious)
Nen Yim had been gone for hours, and Yu'shaa hadn't returned either; Tahiri knew it wasn't just her Yuuzhan Vong paranoia that made her suspicious of the circumstances. The whole incident with the qahsa that had knocked her out for a while could have just been a ruse. So she went looking, drawing on both her Jedi experience as a tracker and her knowledge of Yuuzhan Vong strategies to retrace the shaper's route; above her, the sky was darkening with clouds as the wind whipped up, and the scent of electricity and resin hung in the humid air.

A trail of blood a few meters long led her to Nen Yim, collapsed in a small clearing . . . )

***


She caught up with Corran and Harrar halfway between the camp and the ridge where the hyperdrive unit was, her lightsaber out and ignited and the anger that she couldn't damp down probably broadcasting on a wide Force frequency. )

[OOC: NFI/NFB/OOC-okay, ad nauseam. Still adapted from The Final Prophecy by Greg Keyes, and holy crap this one is long. Adapting starfighter battle campaigns may be a pain, but I maintain [livejournal.com profile] trickster_twin has it easier. You try getting stuck with the long, drawn-out ground infiltration missions all the time. One more late tonight to finish this book, so sorry for the spam . . .]

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