Author's Note: This story begins towards the end of "Star By Star" by Troy Denning. Anakin Solo, son of Princess Leia and Han Solo, is leading a strike team into the territory of an alien species called the Yuuzhan Vong in order to destroy some Jedi-hunting creatures called voxyn. He has been seriously wounded by a Vong amphistaff, among other things. I will be glad to answer any questions about the plot, but I recommend that you read the book. In fact, read the whole Star Wars series.
This first chapter is more or less directly from pages 455-457 of "Star by Star."
Ch. 1
The Yuuzhan Vong charged again, and Jaina fired. Another warrior fell, and the rest came. Anakin flipped another five meters back—then felt someone, a Yuuzhan Vong, creeping along the far wall of the grashal. He retreated until he could see the figure: the Jedi imposter, perhaps thirty meters distant, dragging a heavy cargo pod toward the strike team's makeshift opening.
The warriors arrived again, and Anakin had to defend himself. Purple blade ticking back and forth, blocking and parrying and slipping strike after strike, he faded two steps and saw an opening. He brought his feet up and planted his heels in the center Yuuzhan Vong's chest. His lightsaber flashed twice, cleaving the skulls of the adjacent warriors, then he kicked off, launching himself into a series of Force-assisted cartwheels.
Anakin continued far enough to see where the impostor had come from, a work area near the queen's pen. Dozens of tendrils lay stretched along a workbench, each ending in a small cloning pod, some oopen, some closed. It looked like a tissue transfer station.
That was what the imposter had, a cargo pod full of voxyn tissue, enough to clone a million. Anakin's aura flashed and dimmed, flashed again and dimmed more, his cells rupturing in chain reactions, the cycles coming faster and faster as less of him remained to contain the energy. He felt himself not exactly departing, but melting back into the Force. He pulled his last thermal detonator off his harness and thumbed the timer three clicks.
Go now.
"Anakin, I can't!" Jaina commed.
Anakin raised the detonator so his brother and sister could see. Thirty seconds. He released the trigger. Take her, Jacen. Kiss Tahiri for me.
With the charging warriors almost on him again, Anakin threw the detonator across the grashal. He wasn't conscious of using the Force to guide it, but he must have, because it hit the impostor in the head.
Anakin was too busy parrying to see what happened for the next few seconds, but when he finally managed to spring away from his attackers—he was no longer strong enough to flip or cartwheel—the impostor was gathering himself up, rubbing his head and searching for what had struck him. Even from thirty meters, his broken nose and misshapen eye orbit identified him clearly as Nom Anor.
When the executor's gaze fell on the silver sphere, his real eye grew as large as his plaeryin bol. He reached down.
Anakin used the Force to nudge the sphere away, then caught an amphistaff in the ribs and went down hard, letting his lightsaber fall from his hand. His aura was only a faint glow, flickering between dim and nonexistent. The maelstrom inside was dying now, flowing back into the Force.
Nom Anor rushed for the detonator again. Anakin waited, waited until the executor was almost on it, then reached out with the Force one last time, rolling the sphere toward the cargo pod.
He did not hear the angry curse that followed, nor did he see Nom Anor fleeing at a dead run.
By then, Anakin was gone.
He felt a strange, exhilarating weightlessness for a moment, before suddenly feeling like he had been pushed. Anakin felt that he was gaining mass, staying coherent instead of pleasantly being absorbed in the Force. Another push and he was…somewhere. And then came a real, physical push—no, a collision. Anakin felt fur and some kind of material, and then felt himself hit metal. He opened his eyes and found himself in some kind of room, where two humans and one humanoid looked at him strangely.
"Where am I?" he croaked out.