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  Surely Nas Choka couldn't have learned about Coruscant. Was it possible that he had learned of the Alpha Red experiment on Caluula? No, Kre'fey told himself.

  If the warmaster had had an inkling about Corsucant, why wouldn't he have left the secondary flotilla there, instead of bringing it halfway across the galaxy only to send it back home? More worrisome was the possibility that the warmaster had learned about Contruum. At the first indication of the flotilla's intent to jump, courier ships had been dispatched to the Mid Rim world, and alerts had been sent via transceiving ships strung between Mon Calamari and Kashyyyk, and Kashyyyk and the Hapes Cluster.

  "Admiral, incoming communique from Kashyyyk relay," the human officer said, pressing his headphones tighter to his ears. "Sir, General Cracken and Commanders Farlander and Davip say that, with the whereabouts of the secondary flotilla unknown, the situation at Contruum has become unstable. Two Eriaduan task forces have already abandoned the fleet. The feeling among many of the other commanders is that everyone would be better living to fight another day, rather than risk jumping to Coruscant only to be trapped between the planetary defenses and the returning flotilla. With all due respect, Contruum command requests permission to move their fleet to Mon Calamari Extreme, and attack the armada from there."

  "Negative," Kre'fey said, without having to think about it. Posi-°ning his headset mike close to his mouth, he motioned for the

  communications officer to open an additional channel to Kashwi relay. "Until the secondary flotilla reverts from hyperspace, there's telling what the plan is. Those ships could simply be lying in v • hoping for you to show up here so they can place you between th and the armada. But as for Coruscant, I agree with your assessrne and hereby advise that you scatter the fleet, on the off chance th Contruum is the flotilla's destination. Coruscant can wait for anoth day. It's Mon Calamari that's at stake now."

  "Contruum command requests an update on the situation at Mon Calamari," a female voice at the other end of the transmission said

  "We're holding our own," Kre'fey said bluntly. "But I don't know for how much longer. We're still outnumbered, and the enemy is not falling for the usual tricks. It's as even a match as I've seen this entire war. The only difference is that Warmaster Nas Choka is prepared to battle to the last, where I am not—and he knows that. He would sooner lose every ship than return to Coruscant in disgrace. I, on the other hand, have to decide when it becomes more prudent to be careful than foolishly brave."

  "Admiral," the female voice said a long moment later, "Commander Farlander says that he regrets that he is not there to help you make that decision."

  Kre'fey grunted. "If it comes to opting for caution, we will adhere to our contingency plan to jump the fleets Rimward of Kubindi. We're a lot more familiar with the hyperlanes in the spiral arm than Nas Choka is."

  The response was even longer in arriving.

  "Should it come to that, Admiral, are the Yuuzhan Vong likely to press the attack against Mon Calamari in your absence?"

  "There's simply no telling. We'll have to trust that their cell of spies on Mon Calamari reported that Alliance leadership has been evacuated, and that the planet is of no strategic value. Nas Choka doesn't strike me as someone who would kill an animal once it has showed its belly—which is essentially what we'll be doing. That n managed to chase us off will be sufficient reason for him to claim victory and retain his honor. It's what he hoped we would do from th£ start—retreat and be chased."

  !" the communications officer interrupted.

  Following the officer's lead, Kre'fey swiveled to the long-distance ner display—and couldn't believe his eyes.

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  The armada was tucking in its tentacles—recalling its legions of ilskippers, pickets, and frigates to their carriers. "Enemy is preparing to jump to hyperspace," a Bothan officer said

  his duty station on the port side of the elliptical bridge. Kre'fey came half out of the command chair in expectancy. "Order all starfighter wings to withdraw from engagement," he shouted. "Home defense capital ships and Golan Defense Platforms will cease fire and divert all power to forward particle shields! Instruct General Antilles that Mon Mothma should join Dauntless at moon

  bright side."

  "The armada has jumped to lightspeed," the Bothan updated.

  "Bearing . - - Coreward."

  Kre'fey dropped back into the command chair as if he had gained fifty kilos. "I don't understand," he muttered, with equal measures of relief and agitation.

  Even if Nas Choka knew about Coruscant or Contruum, Intelligence would have assured him that the secondary flotilla by itself included more than enough vessels to thwart an attack. And why jump now, with the battle at Mon Calamari continuing to turn in the Yuuzhan Vong's favor?

  It could only be another deception.

  He turned to the communications officer. "Send word to all warship and planet-based transceivers that the entire armada is now on the move. I want immediate reports on any reversions to realspace."

  The communications officer hurried for the comm board.

  Mystified, Kre'fey sat staring out into space.

  What in the galaxy just happened*

  ith the armada engaged in a climactic battle at the distant world of Mon Calamari, there was little for the occupants of Yuuzhan'tar to do but await word of the outcome—even for a prefect who had already contributed some of his own blood to ensure victory and who wasn't inclined to fraternize with the commoners gathered in prayer at the various temples. Instead, Nom Anor had opted for an afternoon nap. But he had barely shut his eyes when his cushioned sleeping pallet began to shake, with such increasing force that it was bucking across the room when he was finally tipped from it and sent sprawling onto the floor.

  Overhead, cracks and fissures were spreading across the domed ceiling and down into the walls. Yorik coral dust swirled in the light and rained down on the vurruk carpets, and from elsewhere in the prefec-tory came screams of pain and panic. A rumble built deep underground and rolled like a wave underfoot, sending objects near and far crashing.

  Dodging an overturned sclipune—a chest of keepsakes—then a toppling lambent stand, Nom Anor crawled frantically for the ledgelike balcony that overlooked the Place of Hierarchy. Everything outside was in motion, shuddering and crumbling, and the quality of the afternoon light was changing, as if fading to twilight. Groups of workers were rushing from the portals of the structures that surrounded th£

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  adrangle. In a deranged herd they ran, stumbling and staggering, for tree-lined paths that wound through the public space. Kneeling, Nom Anor shielded his eyes and gazed toward the sun. Rut it wasn't Yuuzhan'tar's primary that had everyone in a panic. It s the crescent of planet that took up an enormous portion of the %ver sky. Even as he watched, the green arc thinned as it advanced on the star. It was impossible to judge the planet's distance or

  ue size, but it was twice as large as the shining orb it seemed intent on driving from the sky.

  And it suddenly struck Nom Anor that the rainbow bridge had

  vanished.

  Clasping his hands on the balcony balustrade, he hauled himself to his feet. Across the quadrangle the facade of a structure collapsed, burying hundreds of Yuuzhan Vong under jagged chunks of yorik coral. Then a harsh and terrible wind blew in, uprooting trees and toppling statues. The wind filled the air with so much grit that the permacrete bones of many a New Republic building and spacescraper were laid bare.

  A roar raced through the sky, and a crevice split the ground, running diagonally through the quadrangle. Benches, shrubs, and a throng of hapless workers plummeted into the yawning opening. Swarms of sacbees liberated from their hives spiraled into the crazed sky. Thousands of birds were already on the wing — but not flying so much as being blown to wherever the howling wind was taking them and everything it had ripped from the surface.

  Nom Anor planted
his feet wide and stared into the sky while the gale tugged at his tunic and tore tears from his eyes.

  Was this real, or a product of his feverish brain?

  Below the balcony — in arrant defiance of the daytime curfew Shimrra had imposed on them — a band of Shamed Ones were down °n the their knees, raising their hideous faces and rail-thin arms in :elebration of the newly arrived planet that was literally shaking Yuuzhan'tar to pieces.

  Weakly, fatalistically, Nom Anor accepted the truth.

  Zonama Sekot had not only returned to known space; it had made uuzhan'tar its destination and target!

  "Speak the truth, or lose your ability to speak!" DrathuPs breath was I with fright. "The heretics who bow in jubilation beneath this very ch while everyone else runs in panic . . . They know it is the living y _ the primordial homework! promised to them by the Prophet. f r this travesty we have created of Coruscant. Do you deny it?"

  Anor was beginning to tire of the prick of coufees. Shoon-

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  An updraft carried the voices of the Shamed Ones to Nom Ario ' ears: "The prophecy has come to pass! Our salvation is at hand!"

  He hung his head in defeat. Everything he had predicted w coming true.

  The balcony groaned and the front edge tipped downward. Care fully, Nom Anor began to back toward his work chamber. He had in reached the threshold when someone threw a forearm lock on hi throat, and he felt the point of a coufee press against his temple. His assailant dragged him backward into the room and whispered harshly in his right ear.

  "Tell me what you know of this, or die this instant!"

  Nom Anor recognized the voice of Drathul. "A weapon of the heretics," he rasped, his own hands tight on the high prefect's forearm.

  The knife drew blood, sending a black trickle coursing down the yoke of Nom Anor's robe.

  "You would insult me further by lying? We know you have the Supreme Overlord's ear on this and other matters!"

  Drathul aimed his blade at the sky. Zonama Sekot was moving swiftly. Already its convex edge was nibbling at the sun. In moments the sun would be not merely eclipsed but entombed.

  "We?" Nom Anor asked weakly.

  "Those of us who would have preferred to heed Supreme Overlord Quoreal's admonitions, along with the wisdom of his priests who counseled against invading this cursed galaxy," Drathul said. "This is the living world discovered by Commander Krazhmir before the invasion. The same one recently rediscovered by Commander Ekh'm Val!"

  "Then you know more than I," Nom Anor said, close to passing out.

  "A portent of defeat!"

  "Portents serve weak rulers and superstitious fools," Nom Anor said with his last remaining breath.

  Abruptly, Drathul released his choke hold and spun Anor around. Grabbing a handful of Nom Anor's tunic, he pulled him close and pressed the coufee into the front of his throat.

  The landquake had ended, but Nom Anor was hardly out o danger.

  o i's months earlier; Kunra's, just weeks ago; and now Drathul's.

  "It is a living world," he admitted, "but only that. Neither portent or fulfilled prophecy. Merely another surprise in a war filled to overflowing with surprises." Pushing the coufee aside, he brought his right hand to his neck to staunch the flow of blood. "The living world whose return I tried to prevent," he added, glaring at his superior. "Tow tried to prevent?"

  Drathul's weapon arm dropped to his side. He gazed at Nom Anor in naked incredulity.

  "On Shimrra's command," Nom Anor said through his clenched jaws. He grabbed at his green robe. "How else do you think I come to wear this*. Through merit? Through domain privilege?" He spat on the floor. "Through acts of treachery and deceit!"

  Drathul sank to the floor in weary confusion. The room was growing darker by the moment, as Zonama Sekot cast its immense shadow across the face of Yuuzhan'tar. Hailstones the size of ngdins were striking the balcony, bouncing into the room and skittering

  across the floor.

  The high prefect looked up at Nom Anor. "What should I do?" Nom Anor took a moment to languish in his small victory. "Pray

  to the gods, Drathul, that Zonama Sekot has come in peace."

  The blank expression conveyed by the dedicated villip of Supreme Commander Saluup Fing belied the dread in his words.

  "The planet appeared out of darkspace and hurtled into the uuzhan'tar system, Fearsome One. It nearly grazed the holy world, -mdering the rainbow bridge and scattering the moons — the inner->°st of which nearly struck Yuuzhan'tar as it was outward bound. It • catastrophe of epic proportions, Warmaster. As if engineered by the gods—"

  war, without ever recognizing that the g society owed in large part to their But Shimrra knew better. He understood that the warriors

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  "Enough, Commander!" Nas Choka said. "The vessels urd your watch will remain where they are. None should attempt to mo against the intruding planet."

  "At your command, Warmaster."

  "The armada will soon return, and I will decide then our be course of action."

  The countenance of Saluup Fing smoothed out as the villm relaxed and inverted to its normal leathery aspect. Nas Choka paced

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  from the choir of biots to his command bench, but found on

  that he was too agitated to sit down.

  He had ordered Yammka's Mount to revert from darkspace in the Mid Rim, so that he could receive a follow-up report from the Supreme Commander on the events that had transpired at Yuuzhan'tar some time earlier. The warmaster had ordered everyone but the chief tactician from Yarnmka's Mount's command chamber, and Nas Choka turned to him now.

  "There have been rumors," the tactician said carefully, "of a world capable of moving through darkspace."

  "The world encountered by Commander Krazhmir's reconnaissance force, during the reign of Quoreal," Nas Choka said.

  "Yes, Warmaster. I feared broaching the subject with you, because—''

  Nas Choka silenced him with a motion of his hand. He had been a mere commander at the time, but loyal to Domain Jamaane—Shimrra's domain—and one of a group of high-ranking warriors who had helped Shimrra wrest power from his predecessor, putting to death many of Quoreal's warriors and intendant supporters. Regardless, rumors of a living planet had persisted. It was rumored further that the planet, known as Zonama Sekot, not only had warded off Zho Krazhmir's forces, but also had been pronounced an omen of ill tidings by Quoreal's coven of high priests.

  Knowing, however, that Quoreal feared the warrior caste, the commanders loyal to Shimrra saw the priests' pronouncement as a ruse—a subterfuge aimed at steering the worldship convoy away from the galaxy to which it had drifted, and thus avoid an invasion that would escalate the warrior caste. Quoreal had paid only lip service t>

  a war, lest they go on killing themselves, and, more important, hat the Yuuzhan Vong needed a home.

  ^11 well and good. But now a living world had suddenly reap-•ared. Nas Choka was too much of a realist to give credence to the •jea of the planet being an omen of defeat, but as a strategist he had to wonder: if it was same world that had defended itself successfully against Zho Krazhmir, then Zonama Sekot had had an additional fifty standard years during which to become a weapon unlike any the Yuuzhan Vong had ever faced.

  "Warmaster," the tactician said, "could this alleged living planet be nothing more than a fabrication of the Alliance — or, more accurately, the Jeedafi"

  Nas Choka considered it. "I would hear more of this."

  "Fearsome One, perhaps this world, this fabrication, is the secret strategy the Alliance was engineering while we readied the armada for the battle at Mon Calamari. All the rushing about, all the diversion observed at Contruum and Caluula and other worlds . . . Perhaps all that was executed in an attempt to divert our eye fr
om what was being fabricated and prepared for launch?"

  "Only a fool would reject the possibility out of hand, tactician," Nas Choka said. "But suppose for a moment that it is not a fabrication but an actual living world — the source of the rumors that have endured since before the invasion began."

  The tactician frowned. "If that proves to be true, and if indeed the infidels have coaxed it to enter the war on their side, then they have Perpetrated their greatest transgression yet."

  Nas Choka nodded sullenly, then took a deep breath. "Whichever toe case, the Alliance waited too long to spring this surprise. With our War vessels only two jumps from Yuuzhan'tar, and additional battle groups being recalled from Hutt space and other sectors, no 'ntruder — living or fabricated — can prevail!"

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  he Millennium Falcon meandered with design through a press of large and slowly tumbling asteroids. Just short of the outer edge of the field, the freighter slipped into the shadow of an enormous hunk of cratered rock, matching velocities with it so as to remain concealed.

  No sooner had the Falcon returned to Mon Calamari from Caluula than Han and Leia had heard from Luke and Mara. With the HoloNet crippled, and Luke and Mara transmitting from Jade Shadow, the conversation had been garbled and brief. Han had summarized the events that had led to the ultimately bewildering battle at Mon Calamari, and Luke had as much as said that the Jedi search party had ridden Zonama Sekot back to known space. Despite the fact that the Yuuzhan Vong armada had returned to Coruscant, Luke had issured Han and Leia that it was safe for them to join the Jedi on the 1Vlng planet, and that Vergere had been correct about Zonama £kot's being the key to ending the war.

  He promised to explain fully when they arrived. Dismayed by what had unfolded on Caluula, Han and Leia had 'arted almost immediately for the Core, but not before both of 1 had been thoroughly examined by medical teams, and Leia had Alliance Chief of State Cal Omas, to acquaint him with the