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Mar 14, 2013 22:14:46 GMT -5
Post by Solaris on Mar 14, 2013 22:14:46 GMT -5
"You asked the importance of it, Commander," Miri replied coolly, "and I answered. I am sorry the answer is not to your liking, but I'm not going to invent answers or spin stories to make myself seem wise." She folded her arms across her chest. "The Force is a mystery to us. Anyone who claims a mastery of it, to understand it and know what it is, is lying - or a fool."
"It would be good," Miri said tartly, "to remember that very tradition nearly got the People wiped out." Her jewel-bright eyes met his unflinchingly as she looked up at the tall, scarred warrior. "That tradition almost killed this galaxy in a holy war that demanded the deaths of everything not Yuuzhan Vong or their servitors. It did kill your home galaxy. It killed your homeworld."
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Mar 18, 2013 0:57:19 GMT -5
Post by Stacker on Mar 18, 2013 0:57:19 GMT -5
The Warrior Commander turned abruptly to face Miri, obviously angered. "You wish to tell me that because you cannot claim to know the Force without lying or being a fool that the proper answer is that someone incapable of understanding it, knowing it, feeling it, or studying it for that matter would be best equipped to speak of it's importance?"
The Warrior Commander took a few deep breathes, feeling a ferocious anger welling up inside he would stiffle. "You speak of fools, liars, or those ill-equipped to know anything about this Force being the only ones who could claim to understand it, and then ignorantly you blame the fall of the Yuuzhan Vong on our tradition. You fail to understand the first thing about our tradition and our history if you believe such a thing, just as I fail to understand yours because I am very literally incapable! The great people of Yun-Yuuzhan fell because of the foolishness and arrogance of a once great War Master and the mind-warped Jamaane Supreme Overlord Shimrra, not because of our traditions."
Finished yelling and uncaring for any further response from this poor excuse of an envoy; or even poor excuse for what even he thought of Jeedai, Urir Jamaane turned away as the platform reached it's destination at the amniotic bays of the Yorik-Ets. "Remember that, and think before you speak these lies aboard the Yuuzhan Zhaelor. She is, after all, the Truth of the Great Creator."
Urir stepped away from the platform as he moved to his Coralskipper, wordlessly, entering and preparing to make his way to what he saw as the last remaining hope for the strength of his people. It was a sign of what they were, a sign of the capabilities they had. These new vessels were a sign of weaknesses and a new ideology. They were a sign of the loss of the Yuuzhan Vong that was sure to come.
But if any impression had been made by the young Jeedai woman, it was that even the greatest warriors of their historical enemies were changing too. They were becoming what the Yuuzhan Vong once were - strong and knowledgeable, but foolish and impetuous as a child. Perhaps the who she needed protection from were not the Kwaad abominations, but rather herself and those she spoke to.
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Mar 18, 2013 14:57:39 GMT -5
Post by Solaris on Mar 18, 2013 14:57:39 GMT -5
"Yuuzhan'tar died a long time before Shimrra or Onimi were born," Miri said quietly as the Yuuzhan Vong commander flounced off. She supposed her experience with Jakar had skewed her impression of Yuuzhan Vong, but she expected Urir to be wiser and smarter than that. If he were any indication, Miri was not going to enjoy her time aboard the Yuuzhan Zhaelor. Diehard religious fanatics who practically rewrote history to suit their preconceived notions probably weren't going to go out of their way to be tolerant of an infidel.
Especially not a Jedi who was part of a far-reaching social engineering project designed to transform the Yuuzhan Vong culture from within.
Those concerns all but evaporated, though, as Miri clambered into the cockpit of her own Interceptor. In the months since she'd been assigned to the Yuuzhan Vong as an envoy, she'd enjoyed the use of the new-type Coralskipper with Commander Jakar's blessing. 'Enjoy' was certainly the right word for it, too; despite the initially off-putting method of flying, she'd come to love her little fighter as a companion and friend. The Coralskipper knew her, too; Miri could feel her give an excited little shiver as she touched her Vonduun carapace-sheathed hull, and by the time she climbed up into it the cognition hood was already reaching for her. Miri sat down in the warm, soft cushioning of the cockpit's cradle while the hood wrapped around her head, the simple mind of her Coralskipper joining with hers as the fighter became quite literally an extension of Miri's self. The Interceptor was lifting out of the amniotic pool even before its hydrostatic bubble canopy closed up, eager to fly if not enthusiastic about the destination.
Miri met Urir outside the hangar. "Lead the way, Commander Urir," she commed over the villip choir.
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