Yuuzhan Vong or Jedi? Or both?

Disclaimer: I am not nearly cool enough to own or even to have created the New Jedi Order series. The only thing here that belongs to me is the idea of a Force sensitive Yuuzhan Vong, and Tsunean Kran, my charactor. Pretty much everything else belongs to the authors of this incredibly cool series this fic is based on.

Version 1.0 The original

Version 1.1 Added a few things, improved a few things, corrected a few things (like changing dual to duel, thanks to Damaia for that one) Note: I didn't realize I forgot to give credit to the "Dark Forces" series creators for the use of the characters Kyle Katarn and WeeGee. "Dark Forces" is a computer game (RPGish shooter) which follows the Kararn's story. WeeGee is the family driod.

You want to know who I am? I no longer know. I used to know. I started life as Tsunean, a warrior of domain Kran, until it became the gods' pleasure to strip me of my rank and leave me one of the Shamed Ones. I know not why it was so, as none know the minds of the gods, but I do know that it is so. The gods would not heal the disease that spread through my body, eating my flesh from my bones, denying me pain. Yes, striping me of the second gift of the gods. None of the Shapers could cure it, so it was decided that it was the will of the gods that it be so. I was to live out my last days as one of the Shamed.

So I again knew who I was. I was a Shamed One. And I learned that I was an example of the god's displeasure, though for what no one could guess. And I knew that I would live out my last days without ever knowing battle in the new galaxy that we were being sent to conquer. I was resigned to that fate, until we came to the borders of the galaxy. Then, I began to feel a strange sensation I have never felt before. At first, I assumed that it was the final stages of the disease, and I was soon to die. But each day, as we neared this new galaxy, and the feeling grew, I noticed that the disease was progressing no more. In fact, whenever I woke in the mornings, I found that, where my flesh had before rotted away, it was now growing back new. I thought that perhaps I was imagining it, but soon, the other Shamed Ones began noticing also. They could not tell me what was occurring, of course, but there were murmurs among the other Shamed Ones that the gods had forgiven me and were going to restore to me what I had lost. My position. My rank. My name. But that ended when I was sent to help tend a voxyn. We had just arrived in the new galaxy, and I had been sent to aid in handling the creature. However, when I walked in, the voxyn almost immediately began trying to attack me. It spat it's acid at me, which I avoided only narrowly, thanks to the training I had had as a warrior, but had the creature not been chained to the wall, I would have been dead instantly. As it was, the handler took one look at me and screamed one word that forever changed by life. For the worse.

"Jeedai!"

And with that, he immediately began trying to loosen the voxyn's chain. He could not, thank the gods, because the creature would not comply with being still long enough to loosen the chain. But the handler was about to unwrap his amphistaff from his waist and cut it. I began to wish with all that was in me that I could somehow stop him. Get his amphistaff from him, slam him into the wall with a mighty blow, and perhaps even prove my worth to once again be a warrior. While I was wishing all these things, and was preparing to rush him, though I would likely die, I found that I could somehow see into the trainers mind. In a rush, I knew what a Jeedai was. I knew that the voxyn's reaction to me was proof enough that I was one. And I knew what that meant. But no, I thought. It cannot be. I am Yuuzhan Vong, not Jeedai. As these thoughts and more crowded my mind, I realized that I could also see into the small mind of the amphistaff. And I also found that, without knowing it, I had begun feeding my will into it. And it was responding accordingly. It began to slip out and away from the handler's fingers. It began to slither toward me. And the handler, who was absolutely dumbfounded at the fact that his amphistaff was no longer obeying him, failed to notice that the voxyn had decided that he was the reason it could not escape, and acted accordingly. I did not know if I had somehow placed this thought in its mind, and I still do not know to this day. All I know it that the handler was very quickly pounced on and messily devoured by the voxyn. It then turned back to me and snarled and snapped, but could do no more than that. I looked at the amphistaff, which had slid its way up my leg to my hand. It felt good to have an amphistaff in my hand again. However, the last thoughts of the handler, which I had heard, were not encouraging. He had thought that I would never escape the world ship alive, though he thought at the time that he would be able to free the voxyn. He did not.

I also had learned for the handlers mind that the Shapers were creating a new kind of coralskipper; one that could "feed" on the light from this galaxies stars as well as rock, and could make itself invisible to both sight and the detecting technologies of this galaxy. I had also learned where it was. I managed to get to this coralskipper and make my escape, though just barely. I had surprise on my side, so I faced no opposition in the bay where it rested, awaiting it's first test. I managed to get out of the bay before anyone realized something was wrong, and I was on my way out before the world ship tried to stop me. I escaped from the world ship's guns, but another coralskipper did manage to get one shot at mine before I escaped into Dark Space.

But now where do I go? I cannot go back; I will be slain dishonorably as a traitor. I do not wish to go to the enemy; then I WILL be a traitor. But where can I go? What is my place? Who am I?

I was Tsunean Kran, a warrior of the Yuuzhan Vong.

But I may also be Jedi.