Star Wars_ The New Jedi Order 06_ Balance Point - Kathy Tyers [137]
The Peace Brigade goons had dumped her, bound and half senseless, on some nameless moon and hauled gravity out of there. Not much later, the Yuuzhan Vong had shown up. They had cut away her bonds and then replaced them with a living, jellylike substance, all the while spitting at her in a language that seemed made entirely of curses.
After that, more travel in dark places and finally here, barely able to keep her feet under her, in a vast chamber that looked as if it had been carved inside of a chunk of raw meat. Smelled that way, too.
Swilja squinted at someone approaching from the murk and shadows at the far end of the room.
“What do you lylek-dung-grubbers want with me?” she snarled, momentarily forgetting her Jedi training.
The lapse got her a cuff in the face hard enough to knock her off her feet.
When she rose, he was standing over her.
The Yuuzhan Vong liked to scar themselves. They liked cut-up faces and tattoos, severed fingers and toes. The higher up the food chain they were, it seemed the less there was of them. Or at least, what had started as them, because they liked implants, too.
The Yuuzhan Vong standing above her must have been way up the food chain, because he looked like he had fallen into a bin of vibroblades. Scales the color of dried blood covered most of his body, and some sort of cloak hung from his shoulders. The latter twitched, slowly.
And like the other Yuuzhan Vong, he wasn’t there. If he had been Twi’lek or human or Rodian, she might have stopped his heart with the Force or snapped his neck against the ceiling. Dark side or not, she would have done it and rid the galaxy of him forever.
She tried to do the next best thing—hurl herself at him and claw his eyes out. He was only a meter away; surely she could take just one of these gravel-maggots with her.
Unfortunately, the next best thing was exponentially less effective than the best. The same guard who had struck her a moment before lashed out faster than lightning, grabbing her by the lekku and yanking her back. He held her up to the monster confronting her.
“I know you,” Swilja said, spitting out teeth and blood. “You’re the one who called for our heads. Tsavong Lah.”
“I am Warmaster Tsavong Lah,” the monster confirmed.
She spat at him. The spittle struck his hand, but he ignored it, denying her even the minor victory of irritating him.
“I congratulate you on proving yourself worthy of honored sacrifice,” Tsavong Lah said. “You are far more admirable than the cowering scum who delivered you to us. They will merely perish, when their time comes. We will not mock the gods by offering them in sacrifice.” He suddenly showed more of the inside of his mouth than Swilja ever wanted to see. It might have been a grin or a sneer.
“If you know who I am,” Tsavong Lah said, “you know what I want. You know who I want.”
“I have no idea what you want. Given what I know of you it would probably make even a Hutt sick.”
Tsavong Lah licked his lip and twisted his neck slightly. His eyes drilled at her.
“Help me find Jacen Solo,” he said. “With your help, I will find him.”
“Eat poodoo.”
Tsavong Lah shredded a laugh through his teeth.
“It is not my job to convince you,” he said. “I have specialists for that. And if you still cannot be convinced, there are others, many others. One day you will all embrace the truth—or death.” With that he seemed to forget she existed. His eyes emptied of any sign that he saw her or had ever seen her, and he walked slowly away.
“You’re wrong!” she screamed, as they dragged her from the chamber. “The Force is stronger than you. The Jedi will be your end, Tsavong Lah!”
But the warmaster didn’t turn. His stride never broke.
An hour later, even Swilja didn’t believe her brave words. She didn’t even remember them. Nothing existed for her