Author's Rant: Okay, I'm in the process of reading the NJO, and I just finished Star by Star. Needless to say, I'm annoyed that my favorite character was stabbed by an amphistaff and killed. Grrr... Anyway, this is a "Anakin's Back" fic...with a twist.Itstarts rightwhere Star by Star left off.Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Okay, I don't even pretend to own this. I don't. This is unbeta'd, so all mistakes are mine. My knowledge of the language of the Yuuzhan Vong is limited, so I kinda made everything up that they say, except kanabar, dwie, and jeedai which translate, respectively, to "Dung of a meat maggot", "No" and "Jedi".

Please review and tell me if I should go on with this fic. I'll need at least five to post the next chapter.

PROLOGUE:

Pain. His entire body screamed with it as he woke slowly, leaving the bliss of unconsciousness behind him. His entire perception screamed, every nerve felt like it had been severed, but his belly was the worst of it. He opened his eyes to see a softly glowing ceiling. His eyes darted around the room, trying desperately to figure out where he was. The memories came back slowly. He remembered shouting for his strike team to go, to finish the mission. He remembered telling his brother that he was in charge, to take Jaina, and to kiss Tahiri for him. He remembered the touch of the Force, feeling it flow through him like a river of light. He remembered death. Jacen, Jaina, Tahiri. He hoped they were all right. Mom and Dad, too. Suddenly, he heard voices behind him. Thinking quickly, he feigned sleep. The voices came closer, and soon, through his almost closed eyelids, he could make out the forms of two beings, gnarled, tattooed, and scarred.

Yuuzhan Vong.

Not good.

He strained to hear their voices; they were speaking so low that he had to use every ounce of concentration he had in order to hear them. "Oona di raanah? Vela koon Jacen Solo." The taller one, a male, asked a shorter female. His breath caught. He recognized the female as Nen Yim, one of the shapers that had taken Tahiri captive. Nen Yim bowed to the other one, whom, when he turned, Anakin recognized as Warmaster Tsavong Lah.

Really not good.

"Dwie, seva brow en jeedai Jacen Solo. Al nen Anakin Solo."

His knowledge of Yuuzhan Vong didn't have to be extraordinary to realize that they were talking about him and his brother. What they were saying about them remained a mystery. They continued talking.

"Nela bew tana, woor tinna kal." The Warmaster ordered. Nen Yim bowed slightly and stayed there until the Warmaster walked out of the room. She remained inside. As soon as the Warmaster was gone, she walked over to a fist-sized case on a shelf in the corner. She touched a hand to the tickle pad, and the container, which resembled a clam, opened to reveal several tizowyrms. She pulled one out and walked over to Anakin's bedside. He shivered.

She knew he was awake.

Nen Yim placed the tizowyrm in his ear. The slightly familiar sensation of the small creature burrowing into his ear canal made him flinch, but only a little. "Now, Anakin Solo, you begin a new life. I know that you are awake, so sit up." She said.

Anakin did as he was told. A wave of pain and nausea hit him, and he gasped. "What...do you...want with me?" He managed to say through gritted teeth.

"Supreme Overlord Shimmra and Warmaster Tsavong Lah have granted me the title of master shaper, and have given me another chance to shape a jeedai to our own image. What we could not do to Tahiri Veila, we will do to you." She pushed Anakin back down on his bed. "Soon," She said, "You will be Vangoren Kwaad, the only Yuuzhan Vong to penetrate the caste barrier and become priest, warrior, and shaper in one." She smiled, but her face held no mirth. "Welcome to the Yuuzhan Vong, jeedai."