Oh, and to confirm for those who suspect and alert those who had no clue... The crossover, so far, is... drum roll Star Wars...
This story is set Post-UF in the NJO book series, in the EU. Those who have read this will be wondering about some things, most likely, about how it is some things are working when last shown they weren't. I will be getting to that.
As for anything else, including the Jedi and the Force and whatnot... Well, that's still quite a few parts away. But I think it's safe to say that some familiar faces will turn up.
Well, I hope you all enjoy. Back to Xander in the Embrace of the Yuuzhan Vong.
Shooey's foot pushing him firmly against the ground was the first thing Xander registered when he awoke. The next he registered, at the same time scream issued out of his throat, was Shooey cutting into his back. He felt long swirling slices being made in his back, close together. Then a more horrifying sensation came to be as Shooey grasped the strip of skin between the cuts and pulled, removing a long strip of flesh from Xander's back.
His foot still immobilizing Xander, Shooey cut off the remnants of Xander's jeans and underwear and ripped them roughly off his body. In the process Xander's wallet and the sunstone that Xander had gotten the night before fell out in front of Shooey, who picked up the sunstone. Shooey took his foot off Xander and waited the moment it took for the scream to end. When Xander stopped he sat up on the floor carefully, keeping his back off the wall and keeping his hands covering his newly exposed self. Shooey motioned to Xander's bed where there was a loincloth as well as a full-length cloak of some type.
Glaring at Shooey Xander spoke, "You couldn't have fucking asked me to change clothes? Use some damn sign language? You had to come in here and cut me open and strip me?" When Xander saw that his words had no effect on Shooey, he let fly a few more curses before he stood up. Unhappy, but seeing no choice, he stopped covering himself and got dressed, putting his wallet in a pocket of the cloak. The loincloth did offer some support as well as some modesty in excess material, in this case leather, hanging over the front and rear. The cloak was a little heavy and seemed to almost pulse. It felt a little like it was massaging his body, and it wore a good bit like a full size duster.
Shooey led the newly dressed Xander out to his morning work, not having given him time to eat. The joy of carrying heavy things for a few hours quickly met Xander. A part of him enjoyed the manual labor, of having something to do and distract him from thinking. The hours passed quickly, and then Shooey was there leading Xander to the clearing. Resisting the urge to strike Shooey from behind with the snakes, Xander followed to his usual place and removed his snakes. Taking his stick he prepared for another sparring match.
Landing hard on his ass Xander quickly rolled to the side to avoid the follow-up slash he thought would come down where he was and tried to stand quickly. Unfortunately for Xander, Shooey hadn't slashed but watched to see what Xander's next move would be. Seeing his roll he anticipated where Xander would stand, which lead to the sticks' tip slashing Xander's left cheek open as the rest of it tore through his flesh and hit his clavicle. A yelp of pain escaped from Xander's throat as he scrambled backwards and using the stick in his right hand barely slapped Shooey's away before it could stab his chest.
Xander aligned his body, keeping his wounded side away from Shooey and wielded the stick single-handedly. Shooey was stronger by far than him and Xander knew at this point he'd already lost. Now he was up for one last act of defiance. He lunged at Shooey and swung the stick, like he'd swing a flyswatter, and hoped Shooey would do as he hoped. Instead of blocking Xander's pathetic swing, Shooey stepped back and swung his stick and hit Xander's in the same direction of Xander's swing. The stick went flying out of Xander's hand and he over balanced, stepping toward Shooey who grabbed him and pulled him back first against him. This actually was what Xander had wanted, as he acted as fast as he could before Shooey could reposition the stick. A sharp kick was aimed at Shooey's right shin at the same time Xander's right elbow struck Shooey's ribs. Continuing, Xander slammed his head back as hard as he could but missed Shooey's chin and ended up banging his head into Shooey's collarbone.
In most beings that would have been enough to precipitate them letting go of whoever they were holding. In Shooey's case he paid little mind to the pain and brought his stick hard across Xander's chest producing a nice long gash that bled freely. Then Shooey slammed his own head against Xander's, dazing him and making him go limp. Dropping Xander he put his stick against Xander's chest until he seemed to come out of it. Raising his arms on the ground, Xander hoped he'd accept it as his giving in. Shooey nodded and walked over to the creature again and motioned for Xander to join him.
Stopping Xander, Shooey used his fingers to open the wound on Xander's collarbone despite Xander's cursing. Using his arm to hold Xander still he poked at it then nodded, and gestured to the creature. Doing as he'd seen Shooey do, Xander grasped the creature and squeezed out some of the goo. Putting it on the deep wounds on his collarbone first he followed up with coating the cut on his chest. He dabbed some over the cut on his cheek, hoping he got it all. Shooey stopped him when he went to get more for the various other small cuts on his body though most had either stopped or slowed their bleeding. Shooey took the creature away and motioned for Xander to put the cloak on.
Shooey led Xander back to the field he'd worked in previously, and tried to escape through the night before. When they got to the edge of the field of plants, where Shooey was leaving him, he was stopped before entering. Reaching into a pouch on his loincloth, Shooey withdrew the sunstone Xander had gotten the night before, now set on some type of leather chord. He placed it over Xander's head and let it set against his chest before leaving. Xander looked down at the stone, and was then very startled when he got a look at the chord. Fingering it a moment, Xander realized where the skin from his back had gone.