And he didn’t trust cults any more than he trusted politicians and accountants. They still looked like the trapped remnants of a human, and Fett kept thinking cyborg, and how ironic that would be for a species that found machines an abomination. Nom Anor’s eyes darted across Fett’s visor. “And that’s what you have in mind for the whole galaxy, is it?” Don’t say a word, Beviin. This specimen was a little different and so our shapers are observing how the yorik-kul adapts to him.
“It colonizes the body and enables us to control captives and turn them into productive slaves.
Fett concentrated on staying detached even though the animal core of him was revolted and telling him to run for it. His eyes were glazed and fixed on the mid-distance. Fett suddenly saw the lumps as the ends of projections from the gorget that somehow passed clean through the prisoner’s neck, and it was one of those images that he put out of his mind the moment it formed. The object that Fett had taken for a gorget, an armored throat piece, was the same bone-like pink mass as the knobs on the back of the prisoner’s neck. He caught the man’s shoulder with one hand and jerked him half-upright so that his head lolled back as if drunk. The yorik-kul implant is an experimental one, a new strain.” Nom Anor looked down at the figure with detached interest.
But he was human, or humanoid, all right. It was hard to tell how old he was or where he came from the visible skin was olive and smooth. The nape of his neck skin was covered in grimy pink lumps that looked at first like knobbly vertebrae that disappeared under a rough gray shirt but on second glance appeared more like stone. “What the shab have you done to him?” Beviin asked. Fett realized he wasn’t looking at a Yuuzhan Vong. When he moved, there was some kind of armor gorget at the base of his throat.īut the trouble with staring at something you didn’t quite recognize was that it suddenly shifted into perspective and context, and you could see it for what it was with shocking clarity. Another bizarre figure-a warrior, possibly, but maybe a different specialty or caste judging by the lack of clawed armor-crouched on the deck, arms clasped over his head. The bulkheads might have been set with glowing, moving, beetle-like lumps, but he couldn’t shake the analogy now. What did you call an enclosed space in a Yuuzhan Vong ship? A cabin, a compartment, a hangar? They walked into a chamber that felt to Fett like a stomach. Some species made limited use of it, but it looked nothing like what he was seeing, smelling, and hearing now: grotesque men encased in living crabshell, weapons that were animals, ships that were miniature planets. Fett still didn’t have a clear idea of what Nom Anor meant by organic technology.
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