The Final Prophecy

As the bestselling New Jedi Order series approaches its epic climax, the secrets of the Yuuzhan Vong—who they are, where they came from, what terrible forces drive them
—
are at last exposed
.

But will this knowledge aid the Jedi … or doom them
?

Thanks to Shelly Shapiro, Sue Rostoni, and Jim Luceno for holding this whole thing together. The rest of the
Star Wars
authors for giving me great books to follow. Enrique Guerrero, Michael Kogge, Dan Wallace, Felia Hendersheid, Helen Keiev, and Leland Chee for superior comments and editing. Kris Boldis for reality checks on the
Star Wars
universe. Finally, thanks to all my friends in Savannah for their support, especially Charlie Williams and the rest of the gang in the Savannah Fencing Club.

Corran Horn; Jedi Knight (male human)

Erli Prann; adventurer (male human)

Garm Bel Iblis; general (male human)

Gilad Pellaeon; Grand Admiral (male human)

Han Solo; captain,
Millennium Falcon
(male human)

Harrar; priest (male Yuuzhan Vong)

Jaina Solo; Jedi Knight (female human)

Mynar Devis; Interdictor captain (male human)

Nen Yim; master shaper (female Yuuzhan Vong)

Nom Anor; executor (male Yuuzhan Vong)

Onimi; Shamed One (male Yuuzhan Vong)

Princess Leia Organa Solo; diplomat (female human)

Qelah Kwaad; shaper (female Yuuzhan Vong)

Sien Sovv; admiral (male Sullustan)

Supreme Overlord Shimrra (male Yuuzhan Vong)

Tahiri Veila; Jedi Knight (female human)

Wedge Antilles; general (male human)

Three kilometers beneath the surface of Yuuzhan’tar—the world once known as Coruscant—the sound of chanting drifted up a shaft nearly as wide as it was deep, the melancholy strains yearning toward the few distant stars that could be seen from the bottom. In the pale blue light of lumen reeds, the faces of the chanters appeared ravaged, their bodies misshapen.

These were the Shamed Ones of the Yuuzhan Vong, and they chanted to their Prophet.

Nom Anor felt his bile rise at the sight. Even after all this time as the “Prophet,” it was difficult to shake the long years of contempt he had held for them.

But they were his hope, now. They were his army. Once, not long ago, he had dared to dream that with them behind him he could pull Shimrra—Supreme Overlord of the Yuuzhan Vong—from his polyp throne, cast him into the pits, and assume his place.

But there had been setbacks. His eyes and ears within Shimrra’s palace had been uncovered and killed. More of his followers were discovered every day, and fewer answered the call.

Their faith was wavering, and it was time to give it back to them.

“Hear me!” he called, his voice soaring above the Prayer of Redemption. “Hear the voice of prophecy!”

The chanting subsided, and an eager silence descended.

“I have fasted,” he said. “I have meditated. Last night I sat here, beneath the stars, waiting for I knew not what. And in the darkest hours, a great light fell about me, a cleansing light, the light of redemption. I looked up and there, where the stars gaze down upon us, was an orb—a world, a planet in the skies above us. Its beauty made me tremble, and its power pressed down on me. I felt love and terror at once. And then those emotions subsided, and I felt—belonging. I knew that the planet itself was alive, welcoming me. It is the planet of the source, the planet of the
Jeedai
, their secret temple and fount of their knowledge and wisdom—and I saw us, the Shamed, walking with the
Jeedai
upon its surface, one with them, one with the planet.”

He dropped his tone from singsong to a near growl. “And in the distance, I heard Shimrra’s wail of despair, for he knows this planet—this living planet—is our salvation and his doom. And he knows it will come for him, one day, because it will come for us.”

He lowered his hands, and for a moment the silence prevailed. Then a great roar went up, keen and joyful, and Nom Anor heard what he most wanted to hear—the sound of hope, the cry of the zealot—his name on the lips of a multitude.

What matter that he had put the story together from a few conversations and rumors he had collected from Shimrra’s palace before his informant died? There
was
a planet, rumored to be alive in some unusual way. Shimrra
was
terrified of it, and had had the commander who brought the news of it slaughtered out of hand, along with all his crew. His story would give his people hope. It would encourage them to fight. And when they were captured, and told the prophecy to their punishers, it would get back to Shimrra, and bring his fear back home.

Better, Nom Anor had heard from old sources in the Galactic Alliance that the Jedi had mounted a search for
just such a planet. What they wanted with it he did not know, but it seemed the planet had repelled at least one Yuuzhan Vong battle group, so perhaps its people had potent weapons.