Nom Anor nodded, satisfied. There were many conflicting demands made of an organization such as his. The first was finding ways to spread the heresy through conduits that had never been designed to act efficiently or reliably. The Shamed Ones had always gossiped, but did so with no concern for accuracy and were safe only under the assumption that no one higher up cared to listen. For the heresy to be effective, distortions had to be kept to a minimum. And now that higher ranks were listening, precautions had to be taken to ensure that the message couldn't be traced. These two objectives were frequently contradictory, and Nom Anor relied on his two assistants to balance them, with or without each other's knowledge.
So if Shoon-mi was responsible for ensuring the spread of the word, Kunra, then, was there to plug the leaks. He and a small, handpicked team of what Nom Anor thought of as "spiritual police" worked secretly to tie up any loose threads that threatened to unravel the entire fabric of the scheme. His work was made easier by the fact that disappearances were assumed to be the work of higher echelons getting close to the sources of the heresy. Each surgical elimination had the added effect of heightening paranoia and, arguably, making his role less essential.
But as the network expanded, and exponentially more mouths began spouting the Jedi tenets, the risks multiplied. Sometimes Nom Anor woke in the middle of the night, sweating with panic at the thought that even now, despite all his precautions, Shimrra was closing in.
"Good work," he said, praising Kunra as he would a trained pet. He didn't need to earn Kunra's loyalty; he had purchased it simply by sparing the ex-warrior's life. "But don't bore me with the details. Just make sure you have a candidate ready in three days. I wish to move on. This skulking in the dark is not something I care to make a habit of."
Kunra bowed briefly. As with Shoon-mi, there was a certain amount of defiance in the gesture, but Nom Anor could accept it from Kunra. The ex-warrior needed spirit to carry out his tasks effectively. Shoon-mi just needed obedience.
"Leave me now. I wish to think."
Kunra strode from the room, shutting the door behind him. Tiredly, Nom Anor leaned over to the bowl of water at his side so that he could wash his face. Things were going well, yes the heresy was spreading, and a constant moving from place to place ensured that Shimrra was still no closer to catching him. That wasn't enough, though and it never would be. The heresy had been from its conception a means of restoring himself to power. Every step he took had to advance that cause, or it was a step backward. The question that ever nagged at him, though, was power over whom? Was being the leader of a scruffy army of Shamed Ones and misfits sufficient?
He froze, staring down at the reflection in the bowl of water. It was haggard and grimy as a consequence of liv ing in the foul subterranean dwellings of Yuuzhan'tar and its eyes were full of doubt. It looked like a stranger. With a frustrated snarl he dashed the bowl of water to the floor.
Kunra was wrong. Shimrra wasn't frightened at all Not once had he shown a flicker of fear. Anger, yes, but not fear. The heresy was a hindrance, not a threat. And the Prophet? The king of a dungeon might be a king, but he was still living in a dungeon.
It was well beyond time, Nom Anor told himself, feel-better even as he came to the conclusion, that he started exercising some real power.
On the Falcon, tempers were flaring.
"We can't leave yet," Han insisted. "Not until we know Jaina's all right."
"She's safe, Han. You know that. She's on her way back to the Selonia." Leia felt confined in the tiny cockpit and had to resist the urge to storm out. C-3PO was lurking in the access way, looking back and forth between Han and herself as he followed the heated exchange. "By staying here, you're putting us at risk."
Through sensors on the ship's hull she could hear the baying of the mob that had converged on the Falcon's landing field. Only the halfhearted efforts of dock security had kept them at bay.
"So what?" he argued. "We can defend ourselves."
"It doesn't help the cause if we go around stirring up trouble, Han! We're supposed to be spreading a peaceful message, not unrest."
Han rubbed at his temple as though he had a headache. On the screens before him were views of the cordon around the Falcon's dock, along with various patches from local feeds.
"What about the Ryn?" he asked more calmly.
She didn't have an answer ready for that. Her thoughts had been focused on Jaina, too. But she supposed that was a consideration. Back on Bakura, Goure had sent them to Onadax on the pretext that another Ryn would meet them there. Thus far, still, there had been nothing.
"I don't know," she said. "Maybe Goure got it wrong. Or perhaps things changed here between the message he received and us arriving. The Ryn network is slow, remember. Maybe"
"Wait." He waved her quiet. "Did you hear that?"
Leia listened, but heard nothing. She put a hand on his shoulder, lightly patting his taut muscles. If her husband wanted to find a reason to delay, he was going to have to do better than that.
"I really think it's time we went somewhere safer, Han. Captain Todra can look after herself, and Jaina won't be much longer. I can feel her getting closer."
He glanced at her, and with a sigh relented. "All right," he said, flicking switches. "But we're only going to low orbit. If they so much as think about hurting her, I want to be able to"
"Jaina can handle herself," Leia interrupted, suppressing a smile.
A furious pounding from the belly of the ship brought the discussion to a halt.
"I thought I heard something." Han flicked further switches as Leia dropped into the seat beside him. He scanned through various security cam angles while she brought the retractable repeating blaster to life.
Through one of the cams they saw a gangly figure banging on the belly hatch with a hefty metal rod. The alien's face was obscured by a fogged-up visor, but apart from this there was nothing overtly suspicious or threatening about him or her. The cheap enviro-suit the stranger was wearing was too flimsy to have concealed any weapon.
"I doubt security would send someone looking like that to do their dirty work," Leia said. "Do you?"
Han shook his head dubiously. "Fire a warning shot. That'll fix him."
"That might not be such a good idea, Han. It could be taken as a sign of aggression."
"It's intended to be a sign of aggression, Leia," he shot back. "And if he doesn't stop banging on the Falcon like that, I'm going to get a whole lot more aggressive, too."
"But he just seems to be trying to get our attention, Han."
"Yeah, and look what he's doing to the paint job in the process!"
"I'm not firing, Han." She sat back in her chair with her arms folded resolutely across her chest.
He looked at her for a moment, then rolled his eyes. With an annoyed grunt he heaved himself out of the pilot's seat and headed off down the corridor, muttering something about "mutiny" under his breath.
Leia continued with the preflight warm-up he'd started, all the while keeping one eye on the belly cam covering the ramp.
With a clunk and a whir it opened wide enough to allow Han to bellow a warning to the insistent alien. Leia watched the animated exchange between the two of them, although she couldn't read lips well enough to work out exactly what was being said. Whatever it was, though, it resulted in the alien briefly lifting his mask, which in turn prompted a look of stunned amazement from Han.
She didn't see the alien's face, so it came as a complete surprise when Han lowered the ramp the rest of the way and gestured for the alien to come aboard. He did so, tossing to the ground the metallic rod with which he'd been banging the ship. And as she watched the alien climb the ramp, Leia couldn't quash a rising sense of unease in her stomach.
"Jade Shadow, please respond!"
Captain Mayn's. voice dragged Luke out of what felt like a very deep pit. The world was shaking around him, and a roaring sound filled his ears. Somewhere beyond the haze caused by the intense mental attack, he could
feel Saba, Danni, and Tekli nearby, all out cold. Jacen's mind was bright and conscious, already reaching out to the others. Farther away, but still in Jade Shadow, he could sense Soron Hegerty, sleeping heavily. And beside him, his wife, wrestling with the controls.
"We're kind of busy right now, Captain," she said. Her voice sounded calm, but Luke could tell from her thoughts that she was also suffering the aftereffects of the attack. "We'll get back to you the first chance we get, okay?"
Before the Widowmaker could respond, Mara switched off the comm unit so there would be no more interruptions. The normally simple task of landing her ship was clearly taking a lot of concentration.
"Where?" Luke started, but his throat was too dry to get the words out. Pulling himself upright in his seat, he cleared his throat with a cough and tried again. "Where are we?"
"Coming in to land," she replied, not taking her eyes from the controls.
Through the cockpit's canopy, Luke could see the lush vegetation of the planet below. To the far south he noticed vast areas of cleared landpossibly the same scarring from the Yuuzhan Vong attacks Vergere had described, or perhaps lasting aftereffects of so many jumps through hyperspace, during its flight through the Unknown Regions. From far above, there was no way to tell.
He glanced at his wife. The bags under her eyes were heavy and dark. "Are you all right?" "I guess," she said distractedly. "What happened?"
"I'm not sure. It felt like a Force punchonly a hundred times more powerful. Whatever it was, it managed to knock out everyone on this shipand keep them unconscious, too." "But not yourself?"
Mara shrugged. "One minute I'm out like the rest of you; the next I'm awake and listening to Jacen take instructions over the comm." "Jacen?"
"He woke first. He thinks it was Zonama Sekot that knocked us out and woke him up later, but it was definitely someone on the surface who gave him coordinates and an approach corridor. He'd just finished explaining that he wasn't the best person to pilot the ship when I woke up. That'd be the planet too, I guess. When I told them I would need to confer with you, the people on the ground said that wasn't an option. Given what the Shadow's recordings show, I didn't think arguing with them was the most sensible thing to do." "What do you mean?"
She looked over to him, and this time there was more than just exhaustion in her eyes there was a hint of nervousness as well. "Take a look for yourself," she said, flipping a switch to begin the playback of the recording.
"This was taken just before I was roused, after we came into the system."
Luke turned to the monitor and viewed the footage Jade Shadow's instruments had managed to capture while the crew was insensate. It showed the Yuuzhan Vong ships he had glimpsed on their arrival, along with the spectacular pyrotechnic display put on by the planet. He had forgotten about the battle in the confusion of waking up, but seeing it again brought it all back. His surprise at seeing the Yuuzhan Vong in orbit above the living planet was total.
He watched with awe as the alien ships fell back under the local defense forces. The battle was intense. Although the Yuuzhan Vong force was small, it almost held its own against the planetary defensesalmost. But eventually the alien ships broke under the relentless resistance and scattered. Zonama Sekot's defenders hunted down the fleeing ships and destroyed them one by one.
When the recording had finished, Luke turned back to Mara. She was piloting her ship through the last stages of descent.
"Are there any left?" He didn't need to elaborate.
"All destroyed, as far as I can tell. There's a lot of static. We were on the fringes but still affected."
"Why didn't we end up like them?" he asked.
Mara glanced at him sidelong as she brought the repulsors on-line. "I have no idea, Luke."
"Perhaps it read our minds and realized we didn't mean it any harm," Luke thought out loud. "And it woke Jacen first because of his natural affinity for unusual minds."
"There's only one way to know for sure," Mara said. "That's to talk to the natives."
"And I guess that's what we're about to do." In the main screen, heavily forested land ballooned up toward them. "Maybe they can tell us what the Yuuzhan Vong were doing here in the first place."
"We know they've sent missions into the Unknown Regions. The Chiss told us that before we left Csilla. This must be one of those missions."
"I guessbut I can't believe they just stumbled across Zonama Sekot. We had a hard enough time finding it on purpose."
"There might be more of them, then, and they might have been poking around in here longer."
Luke nodded, although his questions were far from answered. "That makes twice they've found it now, that we know of," he said. "It's almost as though they're actively looking for it..."
Jade Shadow set dow n perfectly in a broad, grassy field surrounded on all sides by steep forest walls. Flicking switches, Mara killed the engines and settled back into her seat.
"Welcome to Zonama Sekot," Jacen said from behind them.
Luke half-turned to study his nephew. Jacen's eyes were fixed on the view through the cockpit's massive, transparisteel canopy. On the surface of the planet outside, life swirled though the branches of the trees in a variety of colors and forms.
"Where exactly are we?" Luke asked.
"If you want a name, I can't help you," Jacen said. "Whoever I spoke to gave me detailed coordinates for this landing field, then left us alone. But we're somewhere in the southern hemisphere."
Mara gestured to a topographic display that indicated their precise location. "If what Vergere told you is true, all of this was destroyed by the Yuuzhan Vong the last time they were here, sixty years ago."
Jacen nodded. Luke could understand the note of incredulity in Mara's voice. There was no evidence whatsoever of the destruction that had been inflicted upon the planet, apart from the odd, cleared patch visible from orbit. Zonama Sekot had managed to heal itself.
"Did they say anything else? Anything at all?"
Jacen shook his head. "Only for us to land, and to keep the Widowmaker in orbit, where it won't be harmed."
"I presume Arien experienced the same thing we did."
"Actually, no," Mara said. "They were completely unaffected. Some of the crew suffered headaches and space-sickness, but nothing more serious than that. It's almost as though the Force punch was aimed solely at us."
"Us because Jade Shadow arrived first," Luke asked, "or us because we're Jedi?"
He could tell that Mara was about to protest that she knew as little as he did when something caught their attention outside. Stepping out from a narrow gap in the trees were two individuals. Both were tall and thin, with icy, pale blue skin and wide gold-black eyes. The male's hair was a deep black, while the woman's swept back in a wave of pure white. Their jaws looked strong, their expressions stern. They wore robelike garments consisting of wide sheets of fabric falling from their shoulders in overlapping streams, all in shades of green and gray.
They came to a halt a safe distance from Jade Shadow, staring at the yacht with their hands clasped in front of them as though waiting for Luke, Mara, and Jacen to step out.
"Well," Luke said, glancing at his wife, "here are the natives."
"Their expressions don't look too inviting, do they?"
Mara said, standing.
Jacen went to leave the cockpit, but Luke took his arm. "I'd rather you waited here with Artoo to keep an eye on the others."
Jacen looked for a second as though he might argue.
The stubby droid tootled encouragingly, and the look passed. "That makes sense, I guess. Just call if you need help."
"Don't worry," Mara said, squeezing his hand as they passed through to the air lock. Together she and Luke made their way past the othersTekli, Saba, and Danni sprawled unconscious on the floor of the passenger bay to the rear of the ship and the exit hatch. Mara keyed the air lock open and waved Luke through. He stepped down the egress ramp, stopping at the bottom in the knee-high grass to ta
ke lungfuls of Zonama Sekot's invigorating air. He closed his eyes for a second, enjoying the feel of the cool breeze on his skin.
We're actually here, he thought. It would take more than a less-than-friendly welcome to dull that sense of achievement.
He opened his eyes when Mara came up beside him. Her expression reflected an amazement similar to his own. The sky was a vibrant blue, and a fitful wind stirred the flat, wide-bladed grass about their feet. Small clouds scudded overhead, partially obscuring the broad, reddish face of Mobus, the giant world around which Zonama Sekot orbited. The system's primary was halfway up the sky and twenty degrees away from the gas giant.
Another deep breath swept the last lingering feeling of doubt away. This place was real, and it smelled like life itself. There was a powerful potential in the Force trembling behind everything, as though a psychic thunderstorm were about to burst. Was that the mind of Zonama Sekot? Luke wondered. Was that what Vergere had felt when the living planet had become conscious, all those years ago? Even on Ithor, he had never felt fauna and flora blend so effortlessly into such a magnificent whole.
He put his ruminations aside when the two strangers approached.
"Who are you?" the woman demanded.
"My name is Luke Skywalker," he said. "And this is my wife, Mara. We'd like to thank you for welcoming us"
"You're not welcome," the male said sharply.
Mara frowned. "But weren't you the ones that gave us the coordinates to?"
"We were ordered to do so," the woman cut in.
"Yours is the first vessel to land on Zonama in more than fifty years," the man added. "Sekot has willed it, and so we obey."
With poor grace, Luke noted.
"You speak the names Zonama and Sekot as though they were separate things," he said. "Why is that?"
"Sekot is the mind," the man said.
"Zonama is the planet," the woman concluded.
"Then you are the Zonamans?" Luke asked.
"We are Ferroans," said a voice from behind Luke. He turned to find himself facing a blue-skinned woman dressed similarly to the others, except her garments were entirely black.
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