This is the Yuuzhan Vong version of the fairy tale "Mother Holly" (German Frau Holle) by the Grimm brothers from 1812


Once upon a time in a galaxy far, far away, it came to happen that the army of the Yuuzhan Vong did conquer the planet of Coruscant. Shimrra Jamaane, Overlord of the Yuuzhan Vong, descended down with his citadel ship to the capital planet, to take it for his Empire.

"Hence this planet shall be named Yuuzhan'tar and I will rule this galaxy from here!" Thus Shimrra spoke solemnly. "But where are all the rivers, lakes and wells needed for growing live? Beside salty seas I don't spot any usable sweet water."

"The reason for this is, because the infidels did permaconcretize all the rivers and wells, to get more space for soulless skyscrapers, how you have to see it, oh Fright Causing One!" Onimi, who was Shimrra's confidant and jester, did explain.

"Then go and snuff out all those perversions, and bring the rivers and wells back to light, where they belong!" The Overlord of the Yuuzhan Vong decreed.

"What shall we do with the inhabitants of those houses, which we have to remove and destroy for this cause?" Yoog Skell, High Prefect and leader of the Intendant's caste, dared to ask.

"We are the Yuuzhan Vong!" Shimrra boomed down from his pulsating Hau polyp throne. "We take what we want and we do what has to be done!"

Yoog Skell bowed. "Very well then, oh Fright Spreading One, it shall be done!"

"From transparisteel we'll free brook and river
Lifeless houses – may the unbelievers shiver
So many skyscrapers we'll wreck
To be replaced by Grashal and Damutek."

Shimrra clapped his hands. "And so you did outline the future of our new homeland with a few rhymes, Onimi!"

The High Prefect gave Onimi an awkward side glance. It was no secret, that Onimi was not a liked one at the court very much – not so much because of his poetry skills, but more because of his appearance, which was not according the ideal of the slim, strong and hulking Yuuzhan Vong. Onimi was short and fat, he had a hunchback, shortened limbs and, if this was not sufficient yet, he had a deformed face, where one eye was hanging out of. Beside this, Onimi's body have had rejected the organic implants, Yuuzhan Vong of the upper casts did adorn themselves with to enhance their senses or their fighting skills. Especially this did earn Onimi the status of a Shamed One. But most Onimi was hated, because despite all this shortcomings, he enjoyed the unwavering favor of the Overlord. And Shimrra allowed him even, to carry a weapon in his presence – unthinkable for other Shamed Ones!

Onimi felt Skell's thoughts through the Force. He put out some feelers and guided the bad thoughts of the High Prefect into another direction. Skell looked into Shimrra's glittering eyes and started shivering. Onimi smirked inwardly. Once again he could manage a manipulation of the Force, which he was the only one of his people in command of.

After one week it was done. Coruscant was streaked with rivers again and some wells were also put to light again – one of them directly under the citadel ship, where the Overlord of the Yuuzhan Vong did reside.

One day, Shimrra summoned Onimi before his throne. "I have the feeling that Executor Nom Anor and War Master Tsavong Lah aren't that successful at Ebaq 9 as they ought to be!" Shimrra started with a dooming voice. "Nom Anor should have delivered a report already, but he didn't yet. Thus you'll take his villip and talk with him!"

Saying this, Shimrra handed over to his confidant the brown, leathery ball, which serves the people of the Yuuzhan Vong as a communication device. For a moment, Onimi stood still with the ball in his hands, undecided whether to activate it here and now or somewhere else.

"I don't wish to see Nom Anor now, in the case he failed another time!" The Overlord did relieve Onimi of this decision. "You may leave now, Onimi!"

Onimi took the villip into his distorted fingers and went to the surface of the newly christened Yuuzhan'tar. There he sat down on the edge of the laid free well to put the villip on its rim. The water of the well did murmur and whisper in such a soothing way, that Onimi felt to be in the right mood, to activate the villip and to find the right words towards the Executor in order to learn, what his Lord did wish to know. He pressed a certain mold but the villip stayed silent. He pressed a bit stronger and then it happened: The villip rolled off the rim and fell into the well. Onimi hung down to catch the villip, but an enormous whirl emerged to pull the villip deep down the well.

Really concerned Onimi headed back to the citadel of his Lord to tell what happened. He spotted, how Yoog Skell and other high ranking officials at the court during his report did grin maliciously to wait for him failing.

"How can it be, that a villip is swallowed by the well's water just for good?!" Shimrra asked annoyed and his eyes shone in an evil red. "Villips are lighter than water and should swim hence."

A clueless Onimi folded his hands. "Theoretically yes, but I suspect somebody to have placed a Dovin Basal right down the well. That Dovin Basal did create a gravity anomaly to pull the villip down."

"Then find this Dovin Basal and put it off!" Shimrra ordered. "Find out who did place it there and bring back Nom Anor's villip!"

"As you wish, oh Dreaded One" Onimi replied and left.

When he came anew to the well, he placed a gnullith-mask upon his mouth, waited until its tentacles did attach to his lungs and sprang into the well. One more time the whirling did rose and this time Onimi could even feel it around himself. Deeper and deeper he was sucked into the well and when he reached the ground, he landed on a green meadow, in which a hole was dug. In this hole, in fact a black Dovin Basal was sitting, who had pulled him down. But the villip of Nom Anor was nowhere to be seen. Cautiously Onimi unhitched the gnullith off his lungs and he could really breathe in this world. He looked around. There was a path, trampled by many feet before him and he decided to follow it.