Conquest: Edge of Victory I (24 page)

“Place it on your thumb.”

He looked at it. It resembled a spur, about eight centimeters long. It looked very sharp. It was hollow, and when he slipped his thumb into the hollow he winced as what felt like many small teeth bit into him.

“It’s alive,” he muttered.

“Of course it is. Who would use a dead—” Then her eyes narrowed. “I told you not to talk like that, didn’t I?”

“I didn’t say anything wrong,” Anakin objected.

“No. You just implied it and let my mind do the dirty work. Stop that.”

Anakin held up his newly spurred thumb and looked at it.

“Don’t get airs,” she said. “It’s not a real implant. Even I can wear one for a little while before the reaction sets in. It’s not permanent. And in case you’re getting any unslavelike ideas …” She took his wrist in a surprisingly strong grip and jabbed her palm at the sharp tip of the spur.

It immediately went flaccid.

“You might cut another slave with it,” she said softly. “I’ve heard of such things, done for the amusement of the guards. But you will not cut a Yuuzhan Vong with such a tool.”

“I would have taken your word for it.”

“Good. You’re learning. So, you take your spur and split the lambent casing at the top. Go ahead.”

He knelt by the plants and pressed the sharp tip into the yellow bulb. It split, and a pale milky substance oozed out.

“Now cut down the side. It will be difficult.”

It was. The husk was
tough
. When he had scored three sides, he managed to peel the skin away. The entire time he did this, he was acutely aware of the thing’s telepathic voice, a quiet peeping somehow different from its companions, probably because of Uunu’s “attunement” of it.

The big surprise was the inside. When he had cut it free, Anakin held it up, fascinated.

It looked very much like a gem of some sort.

“What is it?” he asked again.

“Later. Go, now. You will be slower at cutting them than I am at attuning them. You must work to keep up with me. Normally two or three huskers come after the attuner. When you have a rhythm, and I am certain you are not losing ground, then we will try talking. Not before.”

It didn’t happen that day. While Anakin eventually caught the rhythm of the work, it was only after he was far behind Uunu. The lambents distracted him. They could tickle his mind and he could touch them, but not
through the Force, not in the conventional sense. He was told that Wurth Skidder had had a similar experience with a Yuuzhan Vong yammosk, the creatures that coordinated the actions of Yuuzhan Vong warcraft. Yammosks bonded telepathically with their daughter ships and with the crews of its fleet. It then protected them as it would its own offspring, directing their battles to minimize loss. Skidder had apparently achieved some sort of metalinkage between the Force and yammosk telepathy, at least according to his surviving companions.

Were these lambents yammosk relatives? Uunu was doing something to them; they changed as she stroked them, became more distant to Anakin. Because she was bonding them to herself? Could Anakin bond with one? Maybe if he did, he would find out what their function was. Were they what they looked like and felt like? They couldn’t be exactly, of course, because they were alive, but still!

He hadn’t realized how much hope he had lost until he started to get some of it back.

   He slept in a dormitory for slaves, a low-roofed, creeping building with four sleeping areas carpeted in a spongy, mosslike growth. A total of eighteen slaves occupied the building, sleeping as thick as stintarils. It was nearly impossible to sleep without being in contact with someone.

To Anakin’s relief, they weren’t all Peace Brigade. In fact, Anakin gathered that while most of the Brigaders in the system had indeed been captured, most of those had been sacrificed to the Yuuzhan Vong gods. The slaves he shared his quarters with were from various points along the route of conquest and seemed to represent members of some sort of slave core population, one that the malcontents and firebrands had been largely eliminated from. None of them had the old style of slave implants like those Anakin had seen on Dantooine.

“They use those mostly for the ones they send into
battle,” a Twi’lek named Poy told him, when he asked about it. “The thing is, if they fit you with the stuff, it takes a lot out of you. Makes you dumb. The shapers don’t want dumb slaves that keep forgetting directions. The warriors just need bodies to absorb blasterfire, so it doesn’t really matter there.” His lekku twitched pensively. “But act up, or act stupid, and they’ll fit you with it and send you to the front.”

The most comforting thing about the slaves was that Anakin could feel them in the Force, but other than that, he didn’t see much hope for help in them, and indeed, enormous potential for betrayal if they had any hint of who or what he might be. He gave it out that he had been captured on Duro and suggested to the more inquisitive that they didn’t need to know the details.

   Uunu collected him for the second morning, while it was still dark. He’d slept sporadically, trying to locate Tahiri in the Force. She was still withdrawn, difficult to find, but he was pretty sure he knew which damutek she was in.

He was a little groggy as he fell into step with the Shamed One.

“Here,” she said a bit gruffly, holding out something in her hand.

“What?”

“Just watch, infidel.”

A wisp of phosphorescence appeared in her palm and quickly sharpened into a substantial light. As it fleshed out, Anakin could see that it was a lambent crystal, like the ones he had been harvesting the day before.

It grew brighter until it was almost hard to look at, then faded away.

“You control the brightness with your mind,” Anakin guessed.

She nodded. “Yes. We use these as portable light sources. They can also be configured with photosensitive biots to
form the controls of various superorganisms, especially of the spacegoing sort.” She closed her hand on the gemlike organism. “Come.”

“It’s still alive, though, right?” Anakin asked, as they continued toward the fields.

“Yes, of course.”

“What does it eat?”

“A lambent’s substance is mostly silicon and metal fixed from the soil. They transpire when gas is available, but most of their sustenance comes from the bioelectrical fields of the life around them.” She stopped, staring at him. “What is that expression on your face?”

Anakin realized suddenly that he was grinning from ear to ear.

“Nothing,” he said. “It’s just amazing, I suppose.”

“As are all gifts of the gods,” Uunu replied. Anakin thought he still heard suspicion in her voice.

They worked for six hours without stopping, but Anakin had his rhythm now. He told Uunu he’d been on a freighter crew, and described Coruscant and Corellia. She was mostly disgusted by this, since it was impossible to talk about such high-tech worlds without multiple mentions of abominations. He changed the subject to lost Ithor and the moon of Endor, which were less touchy subjects.

After six hours of work, they took a short break for water and to suck a pasty pap from something Anakin knew was an organism but preferred to think of as a warm, distended bag.

“It’s difficult to imagine all of those worlds, each as big or bigger than this one,” Uunu said between sips. “I grew up on one of the poorest worldships. There was little room. We lived very close together. Here, there is nothing but space.”

“There are plenty of uninhabited worlds,” Anakin agreed. “The New Republic would have been happy to make room for you.”

Uunu gave him the puzzled expression he had come to expect in their conversations. “Why should Yuuzhan Vong beg for what the gods have ordained we may have? Why should we tolerate abominations in the galaxy Yun-Yuuzhan has decreed shall be the end of our wanderings?”

“How do you know the gods have decreed this, Uunu?” Anakin asked, trying to keep the edge from his voice.

Her lips tightened. “Your mouth will be the death of you, Bail Lars. I have come to understand you are ignorant rather than stupid, but others will not be so forgiving.”

“I just want to understand. From what I can tell, the Yuuzhan Vong spent centuries if not millennia in space. Why now, why our galaxy? How did the gods make their will known?”

A slight frown creased Uunu’s face, but she did not berate him again. “The signs were many,” she said. “The worldships began to die, and there was much unrest. Caste fought caste and domain fought domain. It was a time of testing, and many thought the gods had abandoned us. Then Lord Shimrra had a vision of a new home, of a galaxy corrupted by heresy, of a cleansing. The priests first saw his vision was true, then the shapers, then the warriors. The time of testing gave way to the time of conquest.” She looked up at him. “That is all. It is how it must be. Ask no more about it, for there is nothing else to say. The people of this galaxy will accept the will of the gods, or they will die.”

Anakin nodded. “And the Shamed Ones? You didn’t mention them. How do they fit into this?”

Her gaze wandered away again. “We have our own prophecies. In this new galaxy, Yun-Shuno has promised us redemption.”

“In what form?”

She did not answer but instead looked off at the horizon. “Look how far it goes,” she said. “On and on.”

Anakin thought the conversation was over, but after a long pause Uunu suddenly caught his gaze and held it. Her voice dropped almost below the range of his hearing.

“Bail Lars,” she said. “Are you
Jeedai?
”

“What?” Anakin sputtered around the yellowish paste he was already having trouble swallowing.

“Are you
Jeedai?
” Uunu repeated. “The question is simple.”

“But what makes you ask it?” Anakin said. “If I were Jedi, would I be a captive?”

“The shapers have one captive
Jeedai
. Rumor has it others are on this moon. And you—no one seems to remember you being brought here. As well, you do not act like a slave, somehow. You seem too unbent.” She eyed him speculatively. “Rumor also says that
Jeedai
sometimes allow themselves to be captured.”

“Well, I didn’t allow myself to be captured,” Anakin said. He figured that wasn’t a lie, since he hadn’t been captured at all.

He wouldn’t be captured now, either. He was alone with Uunu, and she was no warrior. He readied himself, trying to keep his breathing normal. He didn’t want to hurt Uunu. She’d treated him like more of a person than she had to. That wasn’t much, but he couldn’t discount it.

Then he noticed something about the set of her eyes. “You
wanted
me to be Jedi, didn’t you? I’ve disappointed you.”

Uunu sighed and touched her gaze back to the distance. “If you were
Jeedai
, you would have attacked me by now,” she said.

“You believed that and you still asked me anyway? Why would you take such a risk?”

“There is no risk. Warriors are hidden near here. I voiced my fears to them.” Her expression crumpled into chagrin.

The hairs on Anakin’s neck prickled up. Where were the watchers? He couldn’t see anyone. “Would turning in a Jedi have earned you out of the Shamed Ones?”

“Not in and of itself,” she said a little wistfully. “Only the gods can change my condition. But I should like to meet one of these
Jeedai
. And the discovery of a
Jeedai might
give Yun-Shuno much leverage to intercede for me.”

“You’ve mentioned her before. She’s your superior?”

“She’s a goddess, infidel. The goddess of the Shamed Ones. The only one who can make me a true Yuuzhan Vong.”

“Oh.”

“Return to your work.”

They started again, she stroking the blossoms bald and he cutting out the lambents.

“How does one become Shamed?” Anakin asked.

“Another impolite question,” Uunu said, but her tone was light, belying the chiding. “Some of us are born so. Others are cursed for misdeeds or sins.”

“I’ve heard that some Shamed Ones do not think they deserve their status,” Anakin said as casually as possible.

She barked a harsh laugh. “Deserve? What is deserve? We merely are.” She looked back at him, her expression suddenly knowing. “Ah. You speak of Vua Rapuung, the one who brought you to the prefect of clearing fields.”

“That might be his name. I’m not sure. But he muttered some things. Not to me—he hardly seemed to know I was there.”

“He is insane, Vua Rapuung,” Uunu said. “Once he was a great warrior. Now he is nothing. He cannot bear it, so he invents lies. Perhaps he even believes them.”

“Lies?”

“He claims a shaper infected him with something to produce the marks of Shame, from spite.”

“Why?” Anakin asked.

“Because she loved him,” Uunu said, “and he spurned her.”

“Love?” Somehow it had never occurred to Anakin that Yuuzhan Vong fell in love.

“Yes. But his story is impossible.”

“How so?”

“More ignorance! Because the gods who govern such things—the Lovers Yun-Txiin and Yun-Q’aah—would never weave passions between a warrior and a shaper. Yun-Yuuzhan eternally punishes the twin gods for their own transgressions; they would never dare his wrath again. It is not possible, and so Rapuung’s ravings are those of insanity. He is merely cursed, like the rest of us. Of late he has become even more erratic. I think the intendants will destroy him soon, if they have not already.”

“Destroy him?”

“Shamed Ones must show usefulness and humility. We do the work no true caste Yuuzhan Vong may dirty their hands with. If we do not do these things, we are not worth feeding.” Her head came up. “You have concern for Vua Rapuung?”

“I have concern for all living beings,” Anakin said.

“And now you sound like a
Jeedai
again,” she said.

How do you know so much about the Jedi philosophy?
Anakin wondered. Where would a Shamed One get such information? Why would she be interested?

“Tell me,” Uunu went on. “Would a
Jeedai
be concerned about the fate of a Shamed One? As concerned as he would be for a person of high caste?”