SW vs ST Fan Fiction....

[Stellar_Magic]

Yeah I've decided to break off the most recent SW vs ST forum to form one specifically for fan fiction. I'm currently working on a serious SW vs. ST story, that I hope you'll enjoy once its finished. I'll be posting it chapter by chapter...

 

After each chapter you can post comments or guesses about whats going to happen next... I'll probably be refuting all of you!

[Evaders99]

(Oh god.. not another SW vs ST topic...)

 

Carry on...

[ElvisMiggell]

We look forward to hearing more.

[Lord_La_forge]

Ok, SM, but don't humiliate ST to the ground just because this is a SW fansite!

[Stellar_Magic]

Me, humiliate them...Nah!

 

I'll show off the good points of Star Trek and the overwhelming firepower of Star Wars.

 

Finally Thrawn will have someone that knows tactics as the opposition.

[Valliet]

Yeah, now that would be interesting!

[Stellar_Magic]

Okay here is the first 12 pages or so of my SW vs. ST story... The plot is only getting started but it does establish the basic plot.

 

Star Trek: Voyager

From Myths to Legend

 

Silently the ship glided through space. The flashes of ion storms in a nearby nebula illuminated its glistening grey surface. The dim red and blue pulse of the ship’s drives gave the vessel a ghostly appearance as it passed through the shadow of a small moon.

 

On the ship’s compact bridge Captain Janeway sat sipping a cup of coffee as her crew worked. Ahead on the viewer, she could see light glinting off tumbling asteroids. The rings around the planet were spectacular and reflected light like small mirrors as their components spun through space.

 

Commander Tuvok, the dark skinned Vulcan officer glanced up as a series of electronic alarms went off from his console, “Captain, I’m picking up a signal, in the subspace band, I can’t make it out.”

 

“The signal seems to be in a holographic format,” Ensign Kim said as he began to analyze the signal, “I’m compressing it to two dimensional and routing to the view screen.”

 

A voice shot from the comm, but only static appeared on the view screen, “This is the New Republic Transport Jade Scimitar to any ships in range, requesting emergency assistance…Repeating this is the Jade Scimitar…”

 

Janeway glanced at the ensign, “Can you clean it up any?”

 

“Negative Captain, there is too much interference, I’ve plotted the transmission’s source. It’s coming from just inside the nebula sir.”

 

“Tom, set course for that distress call,” Janeway answered. She turned to the blond woman that sat beside her over the sensor displays, “Seven, what can you make of the nebula?”

 

“This nebula has never been catalogued by any borg expedition. It has an unusually large concentration of tachyon and graviton particles.” Seven of nine stiffened slightly, “I’m picking up the ship. It’s just within visual range.”

 

“On screen,” Janeway turned to the display and saw the screen flash to show a scarred vessel. A large bulb shot forward and a pair of steel wings shot around the bulb. Behind the bulb the ship flared outward and a pair of ring shaped surfaces were visible on its ventral side. The ship kept flaring outward and a bulb shaped turret was visible at its center. The ship curved outward into a pair of wings with a nest of six ion engines in between them.

 

“I’m picking up a number of energy traces on the ship’s hull, and excessive residue of neutrinos would indicate a large energy wake has affected the vessel. Plasma burns are scattered across the hull. I’m not detecting any kind of warp field or warp core captain, their primary source of propulsion appear to be some form of Ion Drive,” Tuvok reported as he finished his scan.

 

“How’d it get out here?” Lieutenant Tom Paris asked from the helm.

 

“That’s not important at the moment, life signs?” Janeway asked turning to Seven of Nine.

 

“Captain I’m picking up three, all human.” Seven looked up at Janeway, her expression slightly puzzled.

 

“Hail them,” Janeway said swiftly.

 

Seven pushed a button, “Waiting for response. They’re trying to open a channel, were synchronizing, there connection established.”

 

The view screen flared to life and a middle aged blond man sat in front of the monitor He seemed to be leaning back to look up at the projector. Janeway stood in the center of the bridge to make herself easily visible, “This is Captain Janeway of the Federation starship Voyager to unknown vessel do you require assistance.”

 

The man smiled slightly then stopped, “Federation? You don’t recognize our vessel, which Federation are you talking about?” He craned back and yelled to someone off screen, “Mara, get our location off the nav computer.”

 

Janeway looked left and right to the other bridge members they looked as confused as she was, “Uh, captain this is the USS Voyager of the United Federation of Planets. I ask again, do you require assistance?”

 

“The nav computer say’s we’re off near Wayland, Luke, but the stars don’t match up exactly,” A voice answered Luke from off screen.

 

“Stand bye, Voyager, we’re running a diagnostic, could you do a sensor sweep of the area for us…”

 

Janeway threw up her hands, she’d never found herself dealing with people like these, “Seven run a sensor sweep.”

 

Seven seemed to straighten, “Captain we’re picking up a pair of small contacts closing fast.”

 

“Captain, do you have anyone pursuing you?” Janeway said as she dropped down into the command chair.

 

“Negative Voyager, we’ve just picked up the contacts, looks like a pair of Skipray Blastboats, should be friendly, Alliance craft,” The man said slowly. Janeway watched as he expertly checked the systems on the craft. Luke glanced back up at the monitor, “We’re shutting down for a diagnostic, stand by…” The image winked off to be replaced by the image of a pair of small vessels closing on the damaged ship.

 

“I am detecting increased residue on the hulls of these vessels as well captain,” Tuvok proclaimed as he diligently scanned the ships. Suddenly a blaze of green and blue pulse weapons fire leapt between the two new ships and the original damaged vessel.

 

Suddenly a voice snapped onto the comm, “Captain we’re under attack requesting immediate assistance!!!” Janeway watched as the original ship’s drive lit and the vessel made a swift roll to expose what little shields it had onboard.

 

Janeway saw the Skipray Blastboats clearly now, their curving forward fuselage and cross shaped profile. She saw that one of them was now boring down on them, “Yellow alert, hail those ships.”

 

“No, response,” Paris said from his post. Suddenly Janeway saw the flashes of light that were the weapons of the Skipray firing.

 

“Red alert, engage those ships, attack pattern delta four,” Janeway ordered swiftly. She felt the thump of weapons fire impacting the shields. The original vessel suddenly blazed into sight, a flaming projectile shot into the Skipray which detonated in a shower of debris and sparks. Janeway turned to tom, “Fire on the other ship!”

 

The glistening solid red blast of the phaser shot smashed through the forward shielding of the Blastboat. After a few seconds it had born completely through the ship and out the other side leaving an empty hulk tumbling through space.

 

“The ship is hailing us,” Seven said from her post.

 

Janeway laid a finger under her chin, “On screen.”

 

Luke was leaning back in his seat, “Thanks for the assistance, Voyager, my ship…”

 

From off the screen came a second voice, “Our ship.”

 

“Is badly damaged, our life support is failing and our hyperdrive is damaged,” Luke said slowly.

 

“We could transport you aboard our ship, give you whatever parts you need for repairs, our technology and yours may be very different mind you,” Janeway answered swiftly.

 

“Alright Captain, we’ll be waiting.”

 

“Prepare to beam them aboard,” Janeway turned to the others around her, “Cancel red alert.”

 

“Beam, what do you mean?” Luke suddenly disappeared as the blue lines closed around him.

 

Janeway stood and walked out of the bridge and onto the turbolift, “Transporter room.”

 

* * *

 

Luke gave a quick breath as he saw the room materialize before him. Slowly he stretched out with his senses, and there in front of him were a pair of crewman wearing those simplistic jumpsuits. He felt a warm hand tug at his arm and turned to see Mara standing there next to him. She smiled faintly at him and gripped Ben’s hand. He smiled sheepishly at her touch as the doors in the corner of the room slid open.

 

The woman he’d talked to earlier stepped into the bridge. She suddenly stopped and starred at Mara. Luke heard Mara’s sharp intake of breath, suddenly Luke realized something that had been nagging at him since he’d first scene the woman Janeway. In every way, but the eyes, she and Mara looked identical. After a moment the woman glanced at Ben who was gripping Mara’s legs frightened, “It’ll be alright.” She glanced at the two of them, “My name is Kathryn Janeway, I’m captain of Voyager, are any of you injured.”

 

“Just some scratches,” Luke answered swiftly. He shrugged, “I’m Luke Skywalker, this is my wife Mara, and our son Ben.”

 

“Well our doctor can fix those rather quickly,” Janeway held up a hand, “If you’d turn over any weapons you are carrying I’ll take you to sick bay.”

 

Mara sighed and pulled of her holstered DL-44, “Alright, I suppose we can ease your paranoia.” She tossed the holstered pistol to one of the guards. Luke drew his lightsaber and handed it to Janeway.

 

Janeway hesitantly took it and glanced at the second device that was strapped to Mara’s hip, “What about yours?”

 

Mara bit her lip and took the saber from her belt and handed it to Janeway, “Satisfied?”

 

“Yes,” Kathryn Janeway answered as she turned to led them out of the room. She led them threw the plain halls of the Starship and to the pair of nondescript doors identical to all the others around the ship. Slowly she waved them.

 

Luke froze as he entered the room, there was a slightly balding man standing before him, dressed in a black and blue jumpsuit. Luke realized that there was nothing there, a void in his perceptions. Slowly Mara reached toward the saber Janeway held in her hand. It leapt with shocking speed from her hand and into Mara’s. With a snap hiss the lightsaber ignited and Mara pointed it toward the doctor, “You’re not human?”

 

The doctor lifted his hands in surprise, “Not really, no.”

 

“Lower your weapon, he’s a hologram,” Janeway bellowed as she drew her phaser. Mara’s eyes glanced from the doctor to Janeway’s hard stare and slowly she lowered the saber.

 

“Of course you wouldn’t have been able to damage me, and I am after all a hologram,” the doctor said as the saber disappeared.

 

Mara arched an eyebrow, “You might be surprised.”

 

Kathryn held out a hand and plucked the saber from Mara’s hands, “I can’t have you waving weapons around my ship.” Only then did Kathryn’s attention turn to the young boy next to Mara. She smiled slightly at the boy, who grinned back, on glancing back at Mara Janeway found those green eyes staring back at her. Once again Janeway was shocked by the similarity of their features. Slowly she pulled the doctor aside, “I want you to do a genetic scan on them, check it with our records.”

 

“What should I be looking for?”

 

“Just find out who they are,” Kathryn answered and then walked out of the room.

 

* * *

 

Mara watched the Captain leave, and felt uncomfortable as the doctor held a scanner next to her, “Great, from running from the Rapora to this, what next?”

 

Luke slowly shook his head, “I know Mara, but what are we suppose to do?” He sighed, “We’re unknown to these people how can we expect them to trust us?”

 

Mara nodded slowly as Ben climbed up onto one of the beds, “I suppose you’re right, and the Captain, she’s just as irritating as I am isn’t she.”

 

“Irritating isn’t the word I’d choose,” The doctor remarked as he scanned Mara. Suddenly he stopped, “Interesting, you’re generating an electromagnetic field.”

 

“I am,” Mara asked surprised. Slowly the doctor walked over to Ben and scanned him for a moment then proceeded to Luke.

 

“You’re all generating an electro-magnetic field. I’ve never seen that before in humans,” The Doctor said slowly.

 

Slowly the doctor walked over to a microscope and put a strand of hair that he’d found while examining Mara under the microscope, “Hmmm… All life forms contain tiny magnets that are usually arranged half hazard the body, you on the other hand.” The Doctor straightened, “Your cellular magnets are arranged tip to tip, like your whole body now generates an electrical field.”

 

Luke looked over at Mara, “Miticlorians…those are the magnets he’s talking about.”

 

Mara nodded, “I see where this is going.” Suddenly Ben jumped into her lap, “Hi.”

 

Ben smiled at Mara, “Mom, where are we…”

 

“I’m not sure,” Mara answered plainly.

 

***To Be Continued***

 

Just one thought, should I use Q?

[Cain]

Yeah, now that would be interesting!

 

Nice Avatar .....btw can you resize it a little ?! Use MS Paint if you want but pls. make it 6-9 kb and shrink it also more ?..... at work on my 14 inch screen makes the web page to wide ........Thanks

 

For Stellar Magic Writter Ideea

 

>>> use this [ not ( .......(color=yellow](size=15](b] the stuff [/]b [/]size [/]color put the b,size,color inside the [] after the / And the story will show better.

or just give quote on my thread

 

For ex :

 

Great story dude, great story ...... I can almost feel the action and I don't see the words.... That's a great achievement.....and english is not my first language .....as you can see from my spelling errors. Anyway I give you a big WOO ! (some sort of SWR wow & great stuff) ..... I still cant figure the plot and I can't wait for the next episode. Btw can you do it faster ?! pls .

Yes Q will be great inside the story.. maybe fighting with a dark jedi ?!..

I hope it will be a series of novels ....I f you supply me some .jpgs with ship or character photos I can mix them so we will have a ilustrated novel ... ......Again..... Wow your stuff feals so real !

[Stellar_Magic]

Q, "Yes, it would be so much fun."

 

Dark Jedi, "Your lack of faith is disturbing."

 

"Oh, just go pester some other dimension," Q snaps his fingers and the Dark Jedi disappears in a flash of light.

 

...No I think having Q fight anyone just steps a little bit on his toes.

 

But basically what I'm going to have happen comes down to a wierd Multiverse thing.

 

Everything in SW has its ST Mirror.

 

Yuuzhan Vong=Species 8472

Imperial Fleet=The Borg

Mandalorian Warrior Tradition=Klingons

Bothans=Romulans

etc etc etc...

[Stellar_Magic]

Lets see if I can get the bold, gold thing to work...

 

Testing...

 

Here is a plot clue... you see Luke mention the Rapora, these are a group of aliens that I created long ago when I wore my own plot for Episode VII. They're ancient allies of the sith and one of the races the Chiss keep refering to... Note that plot wasn't very good, I'll have to revise my Star Wars VII script.

[Cain]

Well I have just loged in for the next episode and ... no next episode

 

 

I see that you manage to do the Yellow stuff ...good job I'm planing to add your novels in the P II ..can I do that ?!

[ADarkJedi44]

A most intresting story. I'd love to see more

[Stellar_Magic]

Back by popular demand...

 

Installment 2

 

Janeway wandered around her desk and stopped by the viewport, “Computer, search archives for a Luke Skywalker.”

 

“Searching…no pertinent material found, expand search to all archives?”

 

“Expand search,” Janeway said as she picked a coffee cup from her desk and took a sip, it was still warm from the replicator.

 

“Multiple matches found, source, literature, cultural, and film files…”

 

“Doing a little research are we?” An all too familiar voice asked from behind Janeway. Janeway spun to see the middle aged man standing there in a standard red and black Starfleet uniform.

 

“Q, don’t tell me you’re behind this?” Janeway asked as she recognized the visitor.

 

“Me, I’m afraid I’m just an observer, the continuum sent me to investigate,” Q said flatly as he dropped himself into one of the chairs and put his boots on the desk.

 

Janeway arched an eyebrow as she glanced at the search results, “Fictional references…” She slowly leaned forward, “Alright Q, what is going on here?”

 

“I have no idea, I do recall a little incident with a child similar to this but…I can’t recall why it reminds me of Trelane,” Q said slowly then a smirk crossed his face, “An interesting quandary, but as Einstein said God does not play dice, there must be a reason behind this.”

 

“You probably met the man,” Janeway said flatly.

 

Q grinned again, “I got his autograph, want to see?” Janeway just rolled her eyes. “Well if you really want to know, I think we’re seeing the result of a very rare natural phenomena.”

 

“Please Q, what did you do?”

 

“Me, nothing, or at least the me that exists in this reality didn’t do anything,” Q said swiftly. As he finished a series of alarms ran through the cabin.

 

Janeway was through the door as the call went through the ship, “Unknown ship entering sensor range.” She stopped in front of the command chair as the ship appeared on the view screen. It was a small ship only couple dozen meters in diameter. Janeway looked over to Ensign Kim leaning over the sensor readings, “They haven’t detected us yet.”

 

“That won’t stay true for long,” Kathryn Janeway said swiftly.

 

* * *

 

Mara glanced up from the doctor as the lights suddenly dimmed and a series of red lights light up the consoles in the sick bay. The doctor frowned and tapped the comm badge at his chest, “Captain what’s going on?”

 

“Doctor, bring our guests to the bridge,” The Captain answered across the comm channel.

 

Mara stood and took Ben’s hand, “What next?”

 

Luke frowned slightly and concentrated, “I can sense something a familiar mind…I think I know who it is.”

 

“Who?” Mara asked flatly as the doctor lead them through the door and down the hall. With a hiss the doors of the turbolift opened and they stepped inside.

 

The Doctor spoke swiftly, “Bridge.”

 

“Lets just say that I hope Han was right about his change in heart,” Luke said slowly as the doors hissed open. Luke stepped out of the turbolift and stopped as he saw the image on the view screen. There a familiar faceless figure was framed in the center of the screen.

 

Mara was faster on her wits than Luke once again, “I’ll be a hutt, its Boba Fett.”

 

“Hello Jade, Master Skywalker I was told I could find you near Wayland.” The armored man answered slowly. He seemed slightly edgy, unnerve, “There has been a large bounty placed on your head Skywalker, if I didn’t have as much respect for you as I do, I would have taken the job.”

 

Luke stopped to think, Boba Fett respected him? It seemed a strange turn of events, “You don’t have a spare hyperdrive do you Fett?”

 

“I’m afraid not Skywalker, I’d be willing to guard your ship for the time being but I’m critically short on supplies…”

 

Janeway glanced between the two foreigners, “I’d be willing to provide supplies.”

 

“Thank you Captain, if you’ll open up your hangar bay I’ll be willing to dock.”

 

* * *

 

Belana Tores ran a hand through her thick hair as she finished the final repairs to the Delta Flyer. Slowly she pulled herself out of the ship as the doors to the rear of the ship slowly opened. She turned to see a large vessel slowly move to enter. It dipped beneath the hangar entrance and seemed to be standing on its tail as it settled to the floor. Slowly a pair of doors beneath the beam of the ship slid open and a man descended the platform with a pair of blaster pistols.

 

The doors for the bay slid open and a pair of gold clad guards slipped into the bay followed by Captain Janeway and a pair of people she didn’t recognize along with a five year old child. Slowly Belana walked over to the Captain as the armored clad man walked to them. The man with blond hair spoke softly, “If you want to take his weapons you’ll want the whole suite.”

 

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Janeway answered the blond then turned to the armored man, “I’m afraid you won’t be able to keep your weapons while you’re onboard.”

 

With a hiss Q wandered into the shuttle bay, “Captain let me handle this, Mandalorians can be as tough to get along with as Klingons.”

 

The armored man didn’t move, “Have the Jedi given up their arms?” Janeway nodded and the mandalorian lifted his hands to the helmet and tugged it off his head, “I will give up mine as well then.” The face that had been beneath the helmet was pockmarked and scarred but undeniably human. Belana felt herself breath in a sharp intake of breath. A tattoo topped one of the eyes and the face without the scars was undeniably familiar, Chekotay’s.

 

Q cocked his head at the Mandalore, “I’m surprised you gave up your arms so easily, Boba.”

 

The man lifted a gauntleted hand, “Wait you’re Q.”

 

Luke and Mara turned to stair at Q who seemed staggered by the remark, “Uh, yes…” He glanced to the others around them, “Have we met before?”

 

“You certainly seemed to know him,” Janeway observed swiftly.

 

“It comes from spending too much time in the twentieth century, George Lucas sure got his money’s worth out of those films,” Q said swiftly. It was obvious to all that he was on the defensive, “Alright, I have a rather large collection of Star Wars merchandise.”

Mara and Luke looked at each other obviously confused. Slowly Q lowered his hands and exhaled, “I don’t know how to put this but…in this reality Luke, Mara, and even you Boba are all fiction.”

 

“They seem real enough to me,” Belana retorted at the two of them. Slowly the others nodded.

 

Q shook his head, “Fine, I’ll be leaving you can figure this out by yourselves.” He snapped his fingers and disappeared in a flash.

 

Luke and Mara looked at each other, “Who was that anyway?”

 

Boba turned to Luke and Mara, “Thirty years back the Empire hired me to capture a man named Q. It turned out he was some sort of super being, able to travel through time and space at his own will.” He shrugged, “That had been quite a change but I never caught him, I told the Imps that they could try themselves, they’d fail of course but.” The man cracked a faint smile, “You have to wonder how he does that.”

 

“We’ve encountered Q once or top, he causes trouble and leaves,” Janeway shrugged slightly then smiled, “He’s got a son now and tried to romance me once…just typical Q antics.” As she finished her comm badge went off, “Janeway here.”

 

“Come to sick bay as quick as you can, you might want to see this.”

 

Janeway tapped her comm badge, “On my way.”

 

* * *

 

The Doctor was leaning over the results as Janeway entered. He glanced up at her then handed her a data pad, “The results of the genetic comparison.”

 

“Give me the short version doctor.”

 

“Well you and Mara share almost all the same genetic code. There are only two strands that are different,” The doctor answered quickly.

 

Janeway skimmed the data pad, “What do the stands control.”

 

“One controls eye color, Mara’s are green after all. The other, I can’t identify it doesn’t exist in any other now DNA sequence of a human being, except for her companions.”

 

Janeway stopped then shrugged, “Great, anything else unusual?”

 

“Yes, they’re generating an electromagnetic field. I did a brain wave scan and found activity in areas that normally don’t have it,” The doctor added to his analyses.

 

* * *

 

Janeway stepped into the galley in time to see the pair of older robed people sitting side beside at a table. She stopped as she saw something that couldn’t be there floating in the center of the table was a cylinder spinning slowly above the table. Slowly the cylinder stopped its spin and settled down onto the table. Mara unscrewed the cap and poured a cup of coffee. She set the thermos down and took a sip from the cup, “Reminds me of café.”

 

Janeway walked over to the pair and picked up the thermos, “What did you two just do?”

 

“I didn’t do it,” Mara said slowly and glanced at Ben who was sitting at the end of the table.

 

The child smiled slightly, “I did it.”

 

Janeway arched an eyebrow, “So how’d you do it?”

 

“You’re doctor can probably offer a scientific explanation but, we call it using the force. Basically, I guess from what we heard the doctor say, our body’s can manipulate electromagnetic fields. We can move with our mind anything that has any sort of magnetic portion,” Luke explained. He took a pebble from his pocket and set it down on the table, “This pebble is made out of sandstone but through the force I can…” The pebble rose from the table and began to slowly spin.

 

“So that’s how Mara got her weapon from me earlier,” Janeway said flatly.

 

“Yes, those of us that are force strong can do tons of things normal people can’t do,” Mara said simply. She folded her hands slowly, “The force binds the universe technology, you me, Boba, this ship, they all exist in the force to a greater or lesser extent.”

 

“Ah Jedi philosophy,” Q appeared in a flash of light right behind the two jedi.

 

“Hello Q, you sure ran out rather quickly,” Mara retorted as she noticed the man.

 

“Perceptive and abrasive, I see my first impression was right about you Jade,” Q replied swiftly. He smiled, “I thought you might want to know an old friend just entered this region of space…”

 

“Old friend,” Mara asked surprised.

“Does the name Mit’thraw’nurodo mean anything to you.?”

 

Luke felt his veins turn icy, “Thrawn, in this section of space.”

 

“Remember he is on the Chiss’s side, what could he gain by attacking us?” Mara tried to calm her husband.

 

“Mara would be right except for one little detail,” Q said grinning.

 

Mara frowned, “What would that be?”

 

Q folded his arms and leaned back smiling, “He may be friendly now but this Thrawn.” Q laughed deviously, “This Thrawn is from the era you’d worse fear.”

 

* * *

 

The dagger shaped ship shot from the pulsing gold colored rip in space. The nebula around the ship seemed to bend toward the rip. The ship was followed seconds later by more ships. Dozens of small bar shaped vessels. A handful of small dagger shaped ships that’s side split into wings. But in the center of the group were two more of the large dagger shapped ships.

 

On the vessel’s bridge a pale faced aging officer stared down into the crew pit, “What happened?”

 

“Captain, we seemed to have been caught in some sort of temporal rift, it dumped the whole fleet out of hyperspace,” That was the ship’s science officer, but more over it was the lone scientific mind on the vessel.

 

The older officer leaned over the crew pit gazing at the groups of officer working at their stations, “Any damage?”

 

“Negative captain, no damage or injuries reported.”

 

The doors at the back of the bridge slowly slid open and the sound of booted feet approaching filled the captain’s ears with dread. He turned to navigation station, “Navigation can you plot our position?”

 

“Negative captain, I did a star position once we went through, the stars are close to where they should be but they don’t perfectly match. If we jump the chances of us hitting a gravity well must be considered,” The chief navigator replied. He sounded tired and worried as he should be.

 

“Captain Pelleaon, your report,” A soft voice mused from behind him.

 

The older man slowly turned to the blue skinned and white clad admiral, “Admiral, we don’t know what happened, it’s like everything has been changed slightly, our hyperspace calculations are off, the stars are out of position, and I don’t remember a nebula anywhere near Wayland.”

 

The Admiral nodded, “This is unforeseen, have there been any transmissions holo comm or otherwise?”

 

“Negative, we did pick up the delayed echo of a distress call but haven’t been able to decipher it to much interference.”

 

“Alright Captain, set course for the nearest star system, we’ll gather there and try to figure out what has happened,” The blue skinned alien answered.

 

“Yes Admiral Thrawn, it will be as you command.” Pellaeon replied then turned to the crew pit, “You heard them set course for the nearest star system.”

 

Whew... I hope you're not expecting daily updates...

[ElvisMiggell]

Daily would be good. Every other day will suffice!!! Edited May 19, 2004 by ElvisMiggell

[Stellar_Magic]

Thunk...(The sound of my head hitting the keyboard.)

 

You guys are demons...I've got other stuff to write...

 

Alright I surrender... I'll put them out as often as possible...

[Cain]

Hey, Hey ,Hey......I'm a new fan of Stellar_Magic and who gets in his way has to deal with me ElvisMiggell if you manage to find your Rebellion CD you could stand up for a fight with me http://www.scifi-meshes.com/forums/images/smilies/shinner.gif ..... Or you want to recive the CD by email ?!.....Don't upset my writter Btw Don't take to serious this part[ ] only thishttp://www.scifi-meshes.com/forums/images/smilies/bitch.gif

 

Stellar_Magic you are always welcomed on the RDB II Forum actualy I will send you today the borg ID pasword so you could moderate your own topic . The story is great the writting magnific especialy when this praise comes from forgain dude like me . Keep up the good work.

[Stellar_Magic]

Uh oh...

 

Stellar sits watching a truly angry Cain unleash a verbal assault. Suddenly with flash of light the imfamous Q appears next to him, "Well who's started his celebrity status early."

 

"Don't feed the egos, didn't you read the sign," Stellar shakes his head then points to the computer, "Go show Elvis what it means to mess with Stellar Magic, Q."

 

"I'm really going to enjoy this," Q snaps his fingers disappears then instantly returns, "Sorry it seems the Protectorite got to him first."

[ElvisMiggell]

Bwahahahahaha!!! You seek to mess with ME?!?!?! Elvis, know as Re'Luvis of The ALL!!!

 

With a tremendous flash Elvis absorbs Q into himself, stealling his powers, and sends Cain off through a dimensional ift to Paradise...

[Cain]

With a tremendous flash Elvis absorbs Q into himself, stealling his powers, and sends Cain off through a dimensional ift to Paradise...[/i]

 

 

Hmmmm ...The Emperor without an Empire or should I say a Rebellion CD.....ha....I defeated you long ago when I manage to force induce the lost of your CD ..... or should I say make you forget where you put it

 

 

Stellar M......its called the Protectorate ....and Yes we protect our own. Even if we have to go back in time and make some moderators loose their CDs.

[Stellar_Magic]

Another Episode....

 

* * * (Episode III)

 

“Who is Thrawn?” Kathryn Janeway asked leaning across the table.

 

“Mit’thrawn’nurodo, or Thrawn is an Imperial Grand Admiral, a leader who can tailor his attacks to the psychology of his foes, he came up with some of the most convoluted plots I’ve ever seen,” Mara said slowly she smiled slightly, “The results weren’t all bad though.”

 

Q smiled at the two of them, “So you never figured out how he knew the physiology of his opponents did you? He studies their artwork.”

 

Luke arched an eyebrow, “Well that may explain a lot.”

 

Janeway smiled, “Well he’s on his own out here, and a couple of the races don’t even have artwork, the Borg, species 8472, and a couple others.”

 

“Somehow I think there are fewer problems with that then you think,” Mara said quietly. Suddenly an alarm went off and the panels turned red, the lights dimming.

 

Janeway tapped her comm badge, “Bridge what’s going on?”

 

“Captain we’ve picked up several Borg ships, three cubes, moving fast at transwarp speeds.”

 

“Are they slowing?”

 

“Negative captain, they just exited our sensor range,” Ensign Kim replied across the link.

 

Q smiled, “The Borg would certainly want to add Thrawn’s distinctiveness too their own.”

 

* * *

 

Captain Dorja clasped his hands behind his back as his ship slid through space. On either side of him crewmen worked swiftly. To Dorja it was the constant bustle of ship at work. Still his calculating mind was perplexed by recent events; there had been no holo communications, no calls for help, no updates from imperial intelligence, to him the silence of the galaxy around him was most unwelcome.

 

“Captain, I’m picking up distant contacts, closing fast,” The sensor operator said as a light flashed on his board.

 

“Deploy the task force, defensive alert.”

 

“Contacts resolving, unknown configuration, entering visual range,” The operator added. His voice slightly more excited then usual.

 

Dorja let it go as he saw the first ship through the view ports. An enormous vessel that was over twice as large as his ship slowed and stop with speed he’d never seen before. It was an enormous cube that slowly spun through space, glancing to his side Dorja saw another ship just as large and then another. He starred for a moment before ordering, “Tactical analysis.”

 

“I’m getting large energy reading and couple emplacements that might be weapon systems. Allot more energy then needed for those batteries they probably have some sort of other weapon system,” The sensor operator injected.

 

“They’re hailing us, audio only.”

 

The voice that came across the speakers seemed to be the synthetic merger of thousands of versions, “We are the Borg, lower your shields and surrender your ships, we will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own; your culture will learn to serve as us. Resistance is futile.”

 

Dorja looked around at the crew members. Several had stood to get a look at the enormous ship that sat in front of them. There were whispers among them about their situation. Slowly he turned to the tactical officer, “Battle alert. Ready all weapons.” The ship suddenly lurched as a green beam engulfed it from the first Borg cube.

 

“We’re in some sort of tractor beam,” The tactical officer announced.

 

Dorja keyed the intercom, “Pilots to your stations!” With a flip of a switch Dorja cut the comm and turned to the weapons officer, “Target that beam and destroy it!”

 

The deck began to dully thump as a turbolaser cluster fired. Its emerald beam sliced into the corner of the cube and the beam disappeared.

 

“Good shooting weapons…” Suddenly the beam restarted and Dorja looked on in disbelief.

 

“Sir, they seem to have near instantaneous repair ability,” The sensor operator reported.

 

The communications officer turned to Dorja, “Captain Arden of Serpent’s Hiss requests permission to engage.”

 

Dorja nodded to the communications officer, “Inform the task force their free to engage.” He turned back toward the hovering cube, “Gun’s fire at will.”

 

The Imperial II Star Destroyer Relentless fired its forward batteries delivering an enormous amount of fire upon the Cube. Green flashes from ignited atmosphere flashed across the hull. Pieces and debris began to separate from its outer hull. The Cube retaliated letting loose with all its weapons. The blaze of green bolts flashed between ships reflected against the grey hull of Imperial Star Destroyer Serpent’s Hiss as it glide between two of the cubes firings with all its weapons. The blaze of green flames emitted from the sides of both cubes. Suddenly a volley of bright green torpedoes launched from both cubes at once. A brilliant green beam locked onto the ship and began to push it forward. The Borg had figured that if they could force it to use only is stern weapon’s they’d have an advantage.

 

Dorja turned to the communications officer, “All ships are to concentrate on freeing the Serpent’s Hiss.” Dorja watched as a lancer frigate sped in delivering a stream of green blasts that smashed into the beam system which quickly was blasted into molten metal. Dorja turned to the Flight officer, “Launch all fighters!”

 

* * *

 

Flight Lieutenant John Lukas strapped into the small compact TIE cockpit and gazed out into the blink red hall that was the TIE launch system. Ahead he saw the blast doors slid open and the launch rack lower a fellow pilot into space. With a scream the ship sped out into space. Slowly John felt his ship move forward above the launch doors. With a clacking sound he felt the rack lower him into the fiery realm of space. With a thump he was free. He punched the throttle forward and looked up and gasped at what he saw. A trio of enormous cubes were trading blasts and firing beam shots at a pair of Imperial Star Destroyers.

 

Slowly John keyed his comm to the squadron frequency, “Kilo squadron, you’re to conduct strafing runs on those vessels.”

 

John nodded; he knew that those ships seemed to be a threat, the only threat. He twisted his TIE fighter onto an attack vector on one of the Cubes. Glancing to his sides he saw the rest of his squadron forming up for the run. Suddenly a blast shot into the middle of the formation, two TIEs exploded instantly. John felt an icy fist of fear grip his heart as he watched another series of beam blasts cut down two more fighters. He gritted his teeth as the targeting computer calculated showed that he was in range. Pulling his triggers he saw his blasts hit home against the ship’s hull. John pulled away from the cube as a series of green pulse blasts shot past his cockpit.

 

* * *

 

Dorja frowned at the confused space between the craft that were engaged. Suddenly a series of glistening green torpedoes shot toward a cruiser. Within seconds they hit the ships hull but nothing happened. Suddenly one of the comm officers looked up, “Captain we’ve just lost contact with the Carrack Cruiser Cruel Redoubt!”

 

Dorja watched as the ship tumbled through space. What had happened?

 

* * *

 

“TK-897 report,” The helmet spoke in his ear. The trooper could barely hear the call through the blaring of alarms and hiss of steam from several points. Suddenly the alarms cut off and the rumble of turbolaser fire cut off. The trooper picked himself off the deck and glanced at the battered turbolaser station he’d been guarding.

 

Slowly Benjamin Hammer shook his head as he looked toward the hall, “I’m alright.” He glanced at the status readout for the Carrack and saw it suddenly shimmer and change to a seemingly random series of glyphs. There was a hiss and the trooper turned to see the green sparkling effect of Borg Transporters as three of the burly foes suddenly appeared before him. Benjamin lifted his blaster and fired catching the first Borg in its chest bringing it to the ground, “Intruder alert!” Ben caught a good look at the grayed skin and dark black armor and implants of the second Borg before he fired again. The blast burned away the Borg’s neck and dropped it to the ground. Ben fired on the final Borg and watched in horror as the bolt glanced off a shimmering shield that suddenly appeared and impacted a bulkhead.

 

Benjamin had never seen a foe like this before and even with all his Stormtrooper training began to feel fear. He drew a vibroblade from its sheath and advanced on the Borg he struck forward and saw the Borg catch his armored wrist. Suddenly he felt a pair of pricks through the black material that guarded his neck. Ben collapsed to the floor and rolled over as he closed his eyes he heard a woman’s voice, “Come to perfection…Eight of Nine.” As he blacked out he felt his emotions, his pain, his name all fade away and were replaced with a strange sense of bliss, he would strive for perfection, as was the way and goal of all.

 

* * *

 

Dorja watched as his Communications officer turned to him, “Captain, we’re getting reports of internal weapons fire on the Cruel Redoubt. I’ve picked up a personal communiqué, the Borg have boarder her using some sort of mater transporter. They’re being overwhelmed.”

 

Dorja watched as a holding beam suddenly snapped onto the Carrack, suddenly the Borg and Carrack accelerated away. Within seconds they were out of sensor range. Dorja felt his chest instantly become pressured, "Report on the status of the first cube.”

 

“We’ve managed to breach their hull, wait we’re getting secondary explosions, sorry sir the cube is still intact,” The Tactical officer couldn’t withhold his disappointment.

 

* * *

 

John smiled as he saw the cube light up from secondary explosions. Swiftly he turned his ship toward the enormous vessel and squeezed the firing studs on the control column. Green bolts lanced out at the cube and detonated against its hull. Suddenly to his horror he saw shields suddenly snap on. His last blasts bounced harmlessly off into space as he passed.

 

He heard a bang and felt the ship shudder from the impact. The viewport was spinning and John glanced at the damage report, his weapons were out and his engines damaged. In the view port he saw the third Borg cube sitting lazily in space. He threw all his power to the engines and shot toward it.

 

John braced himself for impact when suddenly he saw a holding beam snap onto his ship. Suddenly he saw a spherical cavern open up before his ship slowly he felt his ship being forced inside. There amongst dozens of box shaped fighters he knew it was over. A tingling sensation alerted him to another unsettling reality. His last thoughts as an individual were surprising, “I should have joined the rebels.”

 

* * *

 

Dorja watched as the third cube disengaged. It moved away then shot off into space at impossible speed. It remained visible until out of sensor range. He looked out at the remaining cube and felt fear. Suddenly he saw that his turbolaser blasts weren’t hitting the hull but glancing off. The rumble of explosions from impacts with the ship’s shields reached his ears. Dorja knew that it was his own fire being reflected back at him, he shuddered as he thought of what it meant, it only took the Borg minutes to come up with an effective counter for his weapons and implement it. These were a frightful new opponent they were facing. One that defied everything he thought was possible for technology.

 

Out in the space beyond the bridge Dorja saw another white dagger shaped ship leap out of hyperspace. The comm officer turned to him, “The Chimaera is hailing us; Grand Admiral Thrawn wants a report.” Slowly Dorja sighed as the holo projector at the aft of the bridge hummed its readiness. He stepped to the plate and nodded to the comm officer.

 

The tall blue form of the Grand Admiral materialized before him. With the effect from the Holo projector he looked nearly human, “Captain Dorja one of your ships is missing and several appear to have sustained battle damage.”

 

“Yes Admiral, we were attack by an unknown force, calling themselves the Borg, we have a complete sensor record of events, Admiral I’m afraid I’ve never seen anything like them,” Dorja said slowly.

 

“Yes, the damage your ships have suffered is not consistent with any known form of weapon except for a number turbolaser blasts on your hull,” Thrawn said as he took a data pad from an officer that walked in.

 

“Somehow the enemy discovered a way to reflect our fire back at us. Our own shots caused damage to our ships toward the end of the battle. They also boarded and captured the Cruel Redoubt,” Dorja reported. He saw Thrawn arch an eyebrow.

 

“Captain, I’d like a complete record of events and a full report within twelve hours, events have taken a strange turn and I want to know what is happening,” The Grand Admiral cut the transmission.

 

Dorja let out a deep breath, “Yes Admiral, I wish I knew what happened.”

 

* * *

 

Luke stepped to the door that had been pointed out as his temporary quarters. With a sigh he stepped into the rooms and let out a deep breath. The room seemed empty but Luke felt certain that there were hidden eyes and recorders. He felt a hand touch his shoulder and turned to see Mara standing beside him, “I’ll do a search for bugs if it will make you feel better.”

 

“Yeah, but will our hosts feel better,” Luke answered. He deftly tossed a duffle onto the bed and walked to its edge.

 

With a flash of light Q appeared in the center of the room, and Mara snapped, “Haven’t you heard of privacy!”

 

“Heard of it yes, but actually subscribed? No.” Q answered then smiled, “You don’t have to worry about bugs though, the Federation believes in privacy.”

 

“Well that’s good to know,” Luke said somberly. He frowned, “Has Boba left?”

 

“No your Mandalorian friend is still around, last I saw him he was headed for the holodeck,” Q answered smiling broadly, “With Belana Torres following right behind.

 

* * *

 

Belana smiled as she picked up the blade from the rack in the corner of the wall, “Here.”

 

Boba smiled slightly and took the blade, “So this I the traditional weapon of a Klingon.” He twirled the two handed curving blade in his hand and smiled, “Interesting design.”

 

“It’s used to settle disputes of honor,” Belana said and she smiled.

 

“So you get honor through battle, as the Mandalore clans teach our own,” Boba gripped the weapon and walked to the edge of a broad circle in the center of the room, “Once we held a great Empire but now are a scattered remnant of our former selves.”

 

Belana nodded, the fear of losing their empire had held the Klingons together through some extremely devastating trials, “Indeed, well let’s see how your combat skills are.”

 

She lifted the blade and struck at Boba. Boba blocked the blow and spun ducking under her next swing. Then Boba thrust upward. Belana blocked the counter and spun trying to deliver a solid blow.

 

Within an hour both of the combatants were exhausted but neither had delivered a blow, it was then that Boba and Belana earned each other’s respect.

 

Now at this point you may opening wonder where I'm going with this.

 

The answer, I don't even know.

[0credibility]

You guys are really nerdy

 

P.S.

(I can respect that, after a fashion. You're doing what you like, which is good.)

[Cain]

You guys are really nerdy

 

P.S.

(I can respect that, after a fashion. You're doing what you like, which is good.)

 

 

Thas this mean that we are breaking a fiction dogma (Strong rule) ?!

[0credibility]

no no, I think you're following the dogmas of fan fiction to the letter

[Cain]

Not quite just Stellar_Magic is good with writting Do you like his story ?!

[0credibility]

To be honest, I only browsed it. However, what I read was well written. I'm just not much for Star Trek, and I lost my passion for Star Wars several years ago.

 

Although I think Boba Fett talks too much...maybe its just me, but I like him developed by actions instead of words. In fact, if you don't mind my saying, I think they all talk too much and don't move enough...its like its just one dialogue to the next. Don't think too much of it though, that's just the way I see it.

Edited May 21, 2004 by 0credibility