Star Wars: The New Jedi Order XX: The Final Prophecy by Greg Keyes

Author:Greg Keyes
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9780345464965
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2011-05-03T23:00:00+00:00

Nom Anor gasped as the sting ran him through, but used the pain to drive the rock into Nen Yim’s head a second time. The forest floor was already black with blood, and he was spattered with it. He could taste it, somehow, though he hadn’t remembered opening his mouth.

He hit her a third time and fell back, pulling at the thing in him, wondering if she had managed to kill him, too. He’d been stupid—he should have killed her more quickly. He was lucky the plaeryin bol venom worked at all, upon reflection. He was never more grateful that he had chosen to replace his lost implant.

He was relieved to discover the sting had gone through the meat of his side. She had missed any organs, and he didn’t think the sting was poisoned. Still, it hurt, as did the hole she had made in his arm. He’d been lucky—if he hadn’t surprised her, things might well have gone very differently.

Ignoring his oozing wounds, he reached down and picked up the qahsa, examining it with a critical eye. Was this her original qahsa, or the thing she had used to contact the memories of Zonama Sekot? He fervently hoped it was the former, and that she had brought it along to record her new discovery. If it was the other one, he would have to go back to the cave and face Tahiri. That was a very risky proposition—he would have to take her from behind. He had only a partly depleted plaeryin bol and a rock, no match for her Jedi powers and a lightsaber. She could take his rock from him and club him to death with it from ten meters away.

To his relief, it was the qahsa he sought—the one Nen Yim had keyed him to. He took it and left the clearing, quickly climbing back up the ridge. Over the last few days, he had stolen the other components he needed to carry out his plan—the only thing lacking was the protocol itself, which was too complicated to memorize. Now he had it.

He faced out toward the gigantic hyperdrive guides. He still had challenges ahead. There were still Corran and Harrar to deal with, and Tahiri would surely come after him.

And he had little time. In less than a day-cycle, the ships sent by Shimrra would be here. By that time, Zonama Sekot had to be dead, or at the very least crippled. He intended to see it done.

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