I Know Something About Pain You Don't

Tahiri had been to Coruscant three times since the war began, and every single one of those had been an infiltration mission. ( This time was no different. )

[OOC: NFI, NFB, OOC-okay, majorly tl;dr, and finished. Also kind of half-assed because the original got eaten. Stupid computer. Heavily summarized with bits of dialogue ganked from The Unifying Force by James Luceno, the last little bit by me, and Tahiri will be home tomorrow, yay. Seriously, that final battle is ridiculous.]

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 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 . . .]

Several days later their situation hadn't improved much, not in a living ship that was already acting up and had been further damaged by a run-in with the gravity well from an Imperial Remnant interdictor, with tension growing between the Jedi and Yuuzhan Vong on board. They'd been jumping from point to point in a largely uncharted region of space, Corran playing headgames with Nen Yim and Harrar about their real destination and Tahiri halfway wanting to knock all their heads together.

( The latest jump had brought them to the fringes of an unnamed star system whose primary planet appeared as a tiny blue sphere haloed by a vast ring that shone as if it were made of a few hundred trillion corusca gems. It was fascinating, and gorgeous, and Tahiri couldn't stop looking at it. )

[OOC: Oh, you so know the acronym drill by now. Also that this is still adapted and in parts just ganked from The Final Prophecy by Greg Keyes.]

By the time Tahiri finally came to, they were on board the ship, a Sekotan flier that had been damaged and grafted with Yuuzhan Vong biotechnology -- and mechanical controls, too, but Nen Yim had covered them up because they offended her, they'd broken out of the damutek with Nen Yim telling someone, who turned out to be a Yuuzhan Vong priest named Harrar, that she'd be weak for a while and might lose the use of her arm. Kriff that. Not if I have anything to do with it, Tahiri decided, but she was more preoccupied with the significance of Harrar's presence. If the clerical sect was interested in Zonama Sekot too, not just the shapers or the Shamed Ones, this "Jedi Heresy" belief must have really taken root.

That . . . could be a significant advantage.

( She wasn't surprised that being injured didn't give her a free pass out of getting into another argument with Corran . . . )

[OOC: NFI, NFB, OOC-okay, tl;dr, et cetera et cetera and so forth. Still adapted from The Final Prophecy by Greg Keyes, in an oddly continuing trend.]