SW vs ST Fan Fiction....

[Cain]

Ohhh GOD......it is with SW also Pls just make an effort for me and read it ...then tell me. Btw the first part is on the frist page

 

Edit...now I see you lost your passion ?! So how come you are with us today ?!....I hope you will find it again If you played Rebellion just look at the RDB II Forum Previews.

 

EDIT AGAIN...now that you mention it ....hmmmm....yes Boba Fett seem to talk alot ......It had some lines also in the SW series.....but we never know what his role is only SM knows

Edited May 21, 2004 by Cain

[0credibility]

I'm here today to download RebEd again...I knew some of the founders of this site, so I knew I could get a copy here. Also, its really bad weather outside and I am bored...so...here I am!

[Cain]

RebEd ey ?! .....then let me know your opinion about this : http://www.swrebellion.com/postt1188.html

[0credibility]

Looks very good! The new pictures are impressive. I like the pictures of the troops from the movies. Whenever I play Rebellion, I always have to replace those drawn pictures with ones from movie clips...I'm not too fond of some of the art they used in the game. It looks very promising, but why do the stormtroopers look so strange?

[Cain]

he,he,he....it's a different story .....I hope Stellar_Magic will mod it a little so until then I will not present you the old story

 

 

That stormys are strange ?! What about this ones :

 

The Protector Regiment ( Ex-Imperials with updated armors)

 

http://www.swrebellion.com/hosted/cain/Previews/PR.bmp

 

The Imperator Regiment ( Stormy commanded by Elite royal guards )

 

http://www.swrebellion.com/hosted/cain/Previews/IR.bmp

 

 

EDIT . Finaly I have time to read the SM Episode III.....agrhh....what is happening...... did Chimaera stod a chance against the 3 cubes. ?! I think that the Imperials will be defeated ...... And I think that this region of space is maybe a bermuda galactic triangule .....agrhhh It seems now I will have to wonder all day What will happen in this great scheme

 

Btw today I will finish the the P II and next thing on monday I will post it up . So I could concentrate on helping DeathSquire36 ....also DS36 will modify the PII weapons .

[Stellar_Magic]

No one seems to realize that when the Borg find any ship, they'd much rather capture it intact... Which is what they did to the Carrack, but you know they'd have alot more trouble trying to capture an ISD.

 

The Bermuda triangle...Thats a nice theory, close but no cigar

 

Boba talks alot more to show the similiarities between Klingon and Mandalorian cultures. Both believe in honor through battle. The reasons that Mandalorians are Bounty Hunters and Mercs is because they lost to the Old Republic a long time ago.

 

Now what do you think Thrawn will think of the shapes of the Borg Cubes...

 

He'll probably analyze them just like a piece of art. Same goes for the Federation.

[0credibility]

I'm tempted to write a story now too. I used to write a lot of fan fiction; although I don't know if anyone liked it, or if anyone even read it! I had better not though, I don't want to get sucked into this board society again. Its addictive and surprisingly enough, I actually DO have better things to do

[Stellar_Magic]

Well if you know anything about voyager you might be wondering, "Hey where's Chekotay?"

 

(Episode IV)

 

Captain Pellaeon slowly walked toward the rear of the bridge. He held the latest report from the scout ships, and prospects weren’t looking good. Slowly he stepped through the doors into the outer office of the Grand Admiral There in a darkened corner Rukh stood, somber and watching. Pellaeon shook his head and stepped through the doors.

 

Hovering in front of him was an enormous image that made Pellaeon halt. Three giant cubes were engaging a force of two Star Destroyers and support ships. Pellaeon watched the crisscrossing of blasts and beams for a moment and was about to clear his throat when the Admiral leaned back from his chair in the center of the room, “Fascinating isn’t it. We’ve encountered a race that is far different then any we have encountered before. But I think I know how to beat them, if they return at any rate.” Thrawn brought up a sensor display record recording the imperial gunners’ impacts. There Thrawn nodded, “You recall that each turbolaser fires on a slightly different frequency.”

 

“Yes, captain, the gunners installed the measure so they could keep track of who destroyed what post battle, something of an instrument of pride,” Pellaeon answered.

 

“Yes, if you watch closely you notice that all the batteries on the ship have fired three times at this point…” Thrawn pointed to the display and suddenly Pellaeon watched as the newest barrage from the Relentless reflected off a shield the Borg had suddenly deployed. Thrawn keyed off the holo projector, “The enemy recorded the frequency of each of our attacks and used the information to deploy a shield directly on that frequency; the counter to this is self evident. Each turbolaser will be a given a sequence of ten frequencies that they will rotate through when engaged by these, Borg.”

 

“I’ll order the modification at once Admiral,” Pellaeon said swiftly.

 

“What do you think of the shape of the ships, captain?” Thrawn asked casting his red eyes directly at Pellaeon.

 

“I don’t know what to make of it sir, it’s just a simple cube…”

 

“Yes, a cube, a simple standard geometric shape. This gives us an insight onto the enemy’s psychology, we’re dealing against a low grade hive mind, and a culture based upon adding other to its existence. I’d say that it is a culture striving to include all to become a one all in composing culture, I believe that they believe that doing this they will reach a utopian existence,” The Admiral had stood and was now gripping the tops of the chair. Slowly Thrawn shook his head, “Their striving for perfection makes them dangerous, even more dangerous if they actually believe themselves to be perfect.”

 

“So you know how to defeat them in battle,” Pellaeon answered slowly.

 

“Yes, captain, if it comes to that, they have their weaknesses,” Thrawn answered slowly. He glanced at the pad which was clutched in Pellaeon’s grip, “What have our scouts reported?”

 

“I’m afraid they’ve reported that all the installations supposedly in this sector no longer exist, there is no sign of battle or debris either sir,” Pellaeon answered as he handed the report to Thrawn.

 

“And we have no scientists with us who could explain what has occurred,” Thrawn shook his head slowly, “What we really need are a few good minds.”

 

* * *

 

Luke glanced out the viewport at the Jade Scimitar. Slowly he lifted his comm link to his mouth, “Artoo, how are the repairs coming?” The answering twitters and beeps were sounded encouraging, “Good, we’ll head over in a little bit, after we talk to the engineer over here.”

 

“Two hot chocolates,” Mara spoke to a recess in the wall and smiled softly at Luke as the two cups materialized already hot and steaming, “You know I want one of these.”

 

“I’ve heard it has trouble with some of the other things, and needs constant maintenance,” Luke answered as he took a cup from the recess and took a sip. It wasn’t bad but it seemed a little different then what he was used to.

 

“We could load the schematics into Artoo, he could fix it.” Mara suggested as she took a sip.

 

Luke shook his head, “You’re just trying to make it so we don’t every have to cook again.”

 

“So, since when have I cooked?”

 

Luke laughed, “True.” He sighed, “We’d better head to engineering.” They left their quarters and walked along the corridor until they reached the turbolift, “Engineering.”

 

Mara sighed as she felt the lift take them downward then sideways, “I hope Tores is willing to help.”

 

“If I know engineers she’ll be wanting too tear everything apart, upgrade it and put it back together,” Luke said as a smile played across his face.

 

“She’d better not,” Mara retorted as the doors hissed open and they walked into the pulsing chamber which was main engineering.

 

Belana Tores was hunched over one of the dozens of control panels when they stepped into view. She shouted to one of the other engineers, “Johnson take over.” Then she walked over to the two of them, “I’m ready, we’ve got some pressure suits. We’ll head over whenever you’re ready.”

 

“We’re ready now,” Luke answered swiftly. Then he stopped, “We’ll need those pressure suits, life support failed soon after we beamed over.”

 

* * *

 

The cabin was still dark but the control lights and equipment was still in complete working order. Artoo sat jacked into one of the panels running a diagnostic as a series of blue lines and glittering specs appeared in the center of the cabin. Slowly the three figures appeared wearing the grey helmeted suits that were standard for the federation. With a flick of a switch lights went on to help them see. Artoo swiveled to look at and shrieked.

 

“It’s alright Artoo it’s us,” Luke said calming the surprised droid. He leaned down next to the unit, “What have you got operational?” The droid beeped and whistled and Luke glanced at his data pad at the translation, “Engines are online, Weapons, Hyperdrive is at ninety percent efficiency.” The droid beeped, “He says he hasn’t been able to fix the life support.

 

“Alright, lets start with that,” Mara said walking toward the rear of the ship with Belana in tow.

“So this is your personal ship?” Belana asked as they walked down a corridor.

 

“Yes, it’s our ship. Luke, is the mag field online in the hangar bay?”

 

“It’s working, Artoo says the life support system needs some new Carbon Dioxide scrubbers,” Luke called from the cockpit.

 

Mara keyed the door and they stepped through into a broad space. Two starfighters hung from launch racks side by side. Each hung above a large circular launch door that was sealed with a magnetic field. Without the field atmosphere would leak from the bay at an alarming rate. Mara smiled as she walked by the T-65 XJ. It had the newest model of laser cannons. The XJ X-wings were no longer the blocky ships of the rebellion by streamlined beauties of a ship that looked even more lethal. The wings seemed to gracefully warp into the hull and the laser cannons had a distinctive cylinder shaped muzzle flash protector. The entire ship seemed more predatory with the gentle curving of the wings and the smooth bond between canons and wings. The ship seemed like the elegant weapon which it was.

 

Luke however still had his old ship from the rebellion, a T-65B which had the scars of countless battles. Mara knew however that it had been upgraded by Han Solo just after the end of the Vong invasion. Its weapons and shields were up to the specs for the stock XJ and the personally modified engines gave it as much speed as a stock XJ. Of course Mara had modified her ship as well but together the two ships performed just as well. Mara however liked the elegant style of the XJ over the older model. Mara turned to Belana staring in surprise, “Impressive aren’t they?”

 

“Yes, they are,” Tores seemed to snap out of a trance and focused on the problem at hand, “So where is the life support?”

 

“Here,” Mara said as she pulled open a panel. One look revealed a large amount of carbon scoring and scorched wiring.

 

Belana looked at the damage and frowned, “Are those the scrubbers?”

 

“Yeah,” Mara replied as she pulled out one of the blackened boxes. She dropped it onto the ground and pulled a vibroblade from the compartment. It buzzed slightly as she cut it open and glanced inside, “Just as I though, the plasma charge burned away the filter.”

 

“Try this,” Belana handed Mara a glowing gel pack. Mara took it and looked at it uncertain, “It’s a bioluminescent carbon filter, it has a fast acting plant in it that cleans the air just like a filter. We’ve been experimenting with them on Voyager.”

 

Mara glanced at the opened box and shook her head, “I’m not sure I could install it, the parts and energy requirements are probably different.”

 

“Let me try,” Belana replied as she sat down and plugged in a sensor device. Slowly she nodded, “Okay I’ve got a resistor that should make the energy requirement work.” She put a cap on the piece of wiring that had once gone into the square filter. Then she took the square filter cut a hole in the center and dropped it inside. She attached the pack to the wiring and installed the pack back where it had gone. She glanced at the oxygen gage and saw that it was slowly beginning to rise, “All done in about five minutes we’ll be able to dump the suits.”

 

“That’s pretty efficient for a filter,” Mara answered as she closed the panel.

 

Belana smiled at the older woman, “I try.” She shrugged, “So what next?”

 

“Next we repair the hull, Luke, could you get the plates and welding gear, we’re going outside,” Mara said smiling.

 

* * *

 

Captain Janeway looked at the view screen and watched as a trio of suited figures wandered across the hull of the Jade Scimitar. She could see the flare of welding and patching on the hull. Janeway was amazed by the sheer look of the ship, even in its battered form. The design seemed strangely elegant and deadly at the same time. She watched as the sparks of welding continued and sighed, “Well, it seems they’ll be ready to head out pretty soon.”

 

A warning went up from the sensor console and Tuvok glanced up from his console, “Captain, a Borg Scout ship has just entered sensor range. It’s approaching slowly.”

 

“ETA?” Janeway asked as fear began to claw at her.

 

“Fifteen minutes,” Tuvok answered swiftly.

 

“Janeway to Belana, get inside that ship, there is a Borg detector on the way,” Janeway said swiftly.

 

“Acknowledged,” Belana answered across the command Janeway watched the group scramble to the airlock.

 

* * *

 

Luke dropped behind the pilots controls. He turned to Mara as she grabbed the chair’s top, “Systems check.”

 

“All systems operational, more or less,” Mara answered her husband as she checked the readouts.

 

“Alright give me a power restart Artoo,” Luke ordered and the little droid whirred. The entire vessel thrumbed with life and more panels began to glow their readiness.

 

“So who are the Borg,” Mara asked as she dropped down into the weapons control seat.

 

Belana frowned, “They’re a race of people that capture vessels and steal their technology and the crews. Every one of them is plugged into a mechanical hive mind. Each Borg has implants throughout their body and don’t have any individual thought just the will of the hive implanted in them.”

 

“Aggressive?” Luke asked as he activated the ion drive.

 

“You have no idea.”

 

* * *

 

“Captain, we’re receiving a distress call, its Commander Chekotay,” Ensign Kim said as his status board blinked.

 

“Onscreen,” Janeway answered quickly.

 

The tanned black haired image of Commander Chekotay winked into existence on the view screen, “Captain, I’m afraid I’ve got a Borg Detector on my tale.” In the background the image of one of Voyager’s shuttle craft shuddered, “Get Voyager out of here.”

 

Through the speakers another voice cut in, “Commander Chekotay can you make it to the position we’re sending?”

 

“Yes, Belana I can make those quadrants, but you can’t stop a Borg detector!”

 

Janeway turned as the rear doors of the bridge slid open and Boba Fett stepped onto the bridge, “Captain, I’d like to offer my assistance.”

 

“Alright, Chekotay make it to those quadrants we’re coming after you!” Janeway answered and turned to Boba, “Launch your ship, Paris get the flyer out there, we’ve got a Borg ship to demolish.”

 

* * *

 

Luke could see it out the viewport, a craft over four hundred meters tall it looked like a group of metal plates had been slapped together with wire and engines tacked onto the rear. A green beam had locked onto the small shuttle that was fighting desperately to free itself.

 

Slowly he looked at Belana as she starred at the threat. Slowly Mara turned to her, “I’ve activated weapons and shields, targeting array is only, I’m going to hit that beam right away can your Commander make a run for it after we hit that thing?”

 

“Yes, Commander Chekotay the ship closing on your position is the Jade Scimitar she’ll hit the holding beam and free your ship, make a run for it once we fire,” Belana said swiftly.

 

“Alright weapons ready, ETA sixty seconds,” Luke said as the target began to grow in his sights. “May the force be with us.”

 

Okay I'll start working on the Protectorate....

[Cain]

Ahhhh....don't do this to me.....By the time that we will put the TC up both storys could be ready ...... hmmmm I just hope that Rebellion will not crush with so much imput of storys inside .... Well its incredible how your mind now works ..... you paint with word. Are you also an artist ?! or have such talents ?

[Cain]

Next episode ?!......btw I will put up the download with your storys included ! Today I gues ! We will edit the link with the rest of the stuff

[Stellar_Magic]

Sorry I just graduated from high school yesterday. I've just been a we bit busy.

 

Well, here is a break from that story and a short one from my universe

 

Stellar Magic:

The Tale of the Dead Man

 

Friendship is often times the most important element of any life, but for me friendship is especially precious. I’ve found myself arrayed against enemies of unimaginable strength. Through the last six years one person has stood by my side, an implacable ally, and the love of my life, Mara Nellprin. Yet there was a time when I hadn’t spoken to her, and it is mere chance that we crossed paths again. It happened when I was only fifteen.

 

I first met Mara when I was a kindergartener; she went to the same school as I did and we became friends. Her father had died and her mother was a fencing instructor. They were constantly fighting for cash, often barely making ends meet. Then, just a year later Mara’s mother, Lara, died of cancer.

 

Death more then anything else has been the background of Mara’s life. It has walked in her shadow. Many that knew her fell victim of this shadow. In all of these things Mara never was the culprit, only chance. I seemed to be immune to this curse, yet I did not know just how black my past really was. I still refuse to believe it sometimes.

 

A week after her mother’s death she appeared at our doorstep. She’d always been independent and headstrong, and these traits would help her survive and even prosper in the most dangerous and deadly of times. My mother and I both knew Mara and liked her, so we gave her a bed to sleep in and a meal. This was the dawn of our friendship.

 

Mara and I quickly proved to be instant pals. She knew what I enjoyed and vice versa. We could little fathom what lay ahead for us but first we’d have to learn about what lay behind us.

 

I came home from grammar school, our secondary school level, and tossed my backpack on the bed next to my dog, Shadow. I quickly scanned the cramped and crowded room and made certain my mother hadn’t decided to take upon herself a little cleaning. My eyes flashed across the fencing swords mounted on the wall. Mara had given them to me a few years earlier. Below the swords sat my desk with a brand new computer sitting on it. A chime sounded and a synthesized voice spoke softly, “Holo call from Saber03.” The Holographic monitor flashed to life and Mara appeared life size in front of the desk.

 

She stood in her usually wide stance. She always carried herself this way. It was an extension of her self-assured nature. Her muscular and athletic build had attracted her several suitors. She turned away every single one, causing numerous rumors to flourish about her orientation, all false. Mara was a Tom girl. She hung around and respected her male peers and didn’t gossip. Many of the other girls thought she was cold and bitchy toward others. I knew nothing was further from the truth.

 

Mara half smiled, “James, are you free to do anything today?” She grinned and her brilliant white teeth shone even through the hologram. “I finished that novel you loaned me?”

 

“That was fast. Do you want another one?” I asked, glancing over to the stacks of data cards in the room. Each one had a book on it, and I tried to remember which ones she hadn’t read yet.

 

“That’s alright, James. I went out and bought one. I was thinking more along the lines of some exercise,” Mara answered, and I saw her arch a holographic eyebrow.

 

I sat on my bed and pretend to yawn, “I’m sorry, you said something about exercise?”

 

Mara didn’t take the bait. She knew me too well. “Now James, you won last time, and I want a rematch. I’ll see you at the Sporting Arena in thirty minutes.”

 

I chuckled as Mara’s image disappeared. She always wanted a rematch because she was a better fencer than me. I sighed and walked over to the fencing sword and pulled one from the mount. It was time to get a little exercise.

 

* * *

 

Thirty minutes later I walked into the Zhukov Sporting Arena. Why it was named after a Russian general, I don’t know, but it was. What is really strange was that I knew it was named after a Russian general from two thousand years back. You see, I have a knack for collecting odd bits of information that is absolutely useless. Where was I, oh yes, Zhukov sporting arena…

 

The arena sported a lot of different activities, from diving and swimming all the way to fencing and basketball. But I was here for the fencing and I looked the part, with white body armor and a fencing hood under my shoulder. The attendant at the desk didn’t even give me a second glance.

 

I walked down a spiraling staircase and into the fencing center. As I walked into the enormous room, I saw Mara curled up on a bench, reading a data pad. She was in full fencing regalia and I saw her sword poking out from under an armpit as she sat reading. I smiled before getting her attention, “Remji to Mara, please come in.”

 

Mara glowered over the data pad at me, then softened her glare with a smile, “About time you got here; the book was just getting good.” She lifted herself off the bench and stretched. She pulled her red hair back into a ponytail.

 

Stepping out onto one of the blue mats, and she grinned at me. I caught one last glimpse of her green eyes as she pulled on her hood. Slowly, I pulled my fencing hood over my head, and stepped onto the blue mat.

 

“How’ve you been doing Mara?” I asked as I readied the fencing sword in front of me. She thrust forward and I managed to parry.

 

I rotated away from her strike and lashed out, nearly catching her, but Mara was just to fast. She had jumped back out of the way, “Nice move, James. Oh, I made a ruckus in Miss Haley’s class today.”

 

“Thank you,” I answered, waiting for her counter. She thrust forward again in a strike that aimed for my torso. I managed to bat it out of line before she got a touché. As she retreated to await my counter, I spoke up, “Don’t tell me you broke one of her precious graviton detectors.”

 

“Touché my friend,” she said in a humorous jab at my comment. I knew if she wasn’t wearing the hood, she would have been grinning. Then I rushed in and tried to catch her off guard.

 

Mara twirled away from sword tip and let loose a vehement series of strikes which I repelled, barely. I felt exhausted after that short round and could hear Mara breathing hard. Then I realized too late I’d let down my guard.

 

“Touché,” Mara cried as I felt the bulb shaped metal tip touch my chest. I sighed and pulled off my hood. Mara was grinning from ear to ear as she pulled of her hood, “Nice round.”

 

We walked over to the bench, where Mara pulled out a water bottle. She took a swig and splashed some over her face before turning to me, “Here.”

 

Slowly I took a drink from the bottle, “Thanks.” I leaned back against the bench and rested my eyes.

 

I heard Mara sigh as we sat there side by side. I felt her breath flow across my ear as she leaned against me, “James, what time is it?”

 

I glanced at the chronometer on the wall and let out a slow breath. “Eighteen hundred. I’m getting hungry.”

 

Mara snorted, “Always thinking with your stomach, aren’t you?” She seemed to brighten, “But look who’s talking.”

 

I grinned. Mara always seemed to know how to poke fun without actually wounding me. Damn, she was good at it. “You can have supper with us if you’d like.”

 

“No, I’ve got to fix up my apartment. The power generator is acting up,” Mara lived on one of the lower levels of Remji Major. Remji was a gas giant and her home was near one of the mining units that existed lower in the atmosphere. She lived alone and was constantly fighting to keep the place in working order. Mara stood and ran a hand through her red hair. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

 

“Okay Mara, take care of yourself,” I replied as she walked away.

 

Mara twisted around at me and smiled, “You know me.”

 

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about.”

 

Mara laughed and smiled broadly, “See you.”

 

Neither of us knew what was waiting for her at home. Death was about to step into her life once again.

 

* * *

 

I had to piece together what happened when Mara got home. Fortunately, Mara tells me most everything anyway, so piecing together what happened wasn’t that hard.

 

Mara stepped into the apartment and stopped short. A light was on in the kitchen. Mara swore she’d turned off all the lights before she’d left. Slowly, she edged forward. She knew robbers trolled the lower levels. As she entered the kitchen, she heard a raspy voice from a darkened corner, “Lara, is that you?”

 

“No,” Mara answered quietly.

 

A man leaned forward with graying hair that was matted to his head from sweat and blood. A scar cut across his cheek and his green eyes seemed to pierce her soul. He stopped and frowned, “Where’s Lara?”

 

Mara was stunned. Lara was dead, a victim of cancer and a hard existence. Slowly Mara’s eyes widened as she realized who the man was, “She’s dead.”

 

“What, how?” the man asked as his eyes filled with tears. Slowly he focused on Mara, “What about Mara? Is she still here?”

 

Mara began to cry. She knew now without any doubt, “It-it’s been fifteen years, father.”

 

“It has, then…” He looked at Mara and suddenly knew, “Oh God, Mara I’m.” He stumbled as he began to crumble, “…wasted, all of it wasted.”

 

“We thought you were dead,” Mara replied as she sat at the circular table. Slowly Chris Waspen sat down, and Mara noticed that he seemed to be in pain, “Are you alright?”

 

“Only old wounds, which haven’t fully healed yet,” Chris seemed more subdued, but that was to be expected, since the only thing he had left was Mara. He seemed to speak to thin air, “The Spartan is hard on his prisoners.” As he spoke his hand clutched his chest, as though it burned.

 

“What happened,” Mara asked. She had to know what had taken him from her life.

 

His voice became gruff, “I was captured on Numra.” He shook his head, “I lost all knowledge of time and only lived. He branded us, all of us so that if we escaped we’d be hunted down,” Slowly Mara’s father pulled down his shirt. At the center of his chest there was a pink scar, shaped like a twisted Z, a cig rune. “It burns, even now drawing the enemy toward me, like a moth to the flame.” He sighed, “We must go, Remji Major isn’t secure nor safe.”

 

“Father,” she still couldn’t bring herself to call him dad. “I have friends here, I can’t just leave them.”

 

Chris sighed, “You’re sixteen now. It’s high time you come to the academy.” He leaned forward, “You have abilities that have never been nurtured as mine were. You know what I’m talking about, Mara.”

 

“Magic,” Mara said, bowing her head. She’d always known her father’s abilities but couldn’t imagine them as her own. Now she knew for certain. She was to be trained as a wizard. She held no doubts that it was a hard life. Her father was proof of that. “What must I do?” Mara asked, fearing what he’d say.

 

“You must abandon your friends and your life. I won’t lie to you, it isn’t easy,” Chris answered. He could sense her hesitation and fear, “You’ve got to come with me. There’s an academy on Duran IV. I was assigned there as an instructor years ago.”

 

“But how can I abandon my life, my friends?” Inside her mind she added the last concern, James. She quietly decided not to abandon me.

 

* * *

 

I had no idea anything was amiss the next day until Mara didn’t show up for school. She always had an eagerness to learn and rarely if ever was absent. I became concerned after school when I got home. As I tossed off the backpack and walked to the bed, a message chimed on my computer. A synthesized voice flowed from the speakers, “Message from Saber03, Audio only.”

 

The voice that emerged next was Mara’s, “James, I need to talk to you. Can you meet me at my apartment around eleven o’clock tonight. You have to come. I might not see you again.”

 

Alarms were ringing inside my head. I knew I’d answer her request. I would trust her with my life, but she seemed frightened and disturbed. I felt a cold fist close around my chest; something seemed wrong.

 

That night I pretended to sleep until the appointed hour and slipped out of my apartment through the window. Below me I could see the swirling clouds of Remji Major as I crawled along the edge of my level and into the garage. There I unlocked my most prized possession, a Venturi VI sky bike. It was the most advanced sky bike I could afford, and I could afford quite a bit for a fifteen year old.

 

I quietly maneuvered the bike from the garage and began my descent, dropping quietly between giant domed towers, passing hovering navigation buoys and markers until I reached Mara’s level. I slowly crept through the urban canyons until I saw Mara’s apartment sitting by its lonesome with the lights blazing on.

 

There standing in the lights was Mara, calmly awaiting my arrival. Slowly I lowered the sky bike to the ground. Mara ran forward and hugged me as though she hadn’t seen me in years. I could feel tears as she wept. Slowly she stepped away, “James, I’m leaving. I’m…” She stopped to search for words, “I’m going where you can’t follow James. I’m sorry.”

 

I stood there in the circle of light stunned. The possibility of life without Mara seemed so… boring. I opened my mouth and I couldn’t speak. I could hear a rising howl, a mechanical roar and felt a wash of air blast around me. Slowly I turned and saw a dark shape from a nightmare.

 

I didn’t know what it was, but it was dark and sinister. Blue flames shot downward from three vents near its midsection and a pair of black wings shot out and curved close to the hull. In front of the wings a pair of tinted glass lumps sat; one for the pilot, one for the gunner. Red lights blinked on and off at the wing tips and the ends of the ship’s V-tail.

 

From the shadows a gruff voiced called out, “A Gre’Hujin assault transport, they’ve found me.” I turned and saw a man with a shock of white hair step into the light.

 

As I watched the ship come to a hover in front of the Apartment’s landing bay, I could see green and red lights and symbols flashing across the dark silhouettes of the pilots. I saw the glint of their black helmets as the crew scanned the area. A loud speaker blasted out a recorded message, “Surrender, or die.” This was the first time I had seen an orcan vessel; it would not be my last.

 

The man turned to Mara, “I won’t go back to that prison!” He pulled a wand from his ragged robes and smiled grimly, “Run, I’ll slow them down. Mara, run.”

 

Mara stood tense, her eyes riveted to the orc ship that hung there before them. I saw the conflict in her eyes, “Mara run!” With those words she turned and sped toward the door into the apartment. I followed.

 

With a mechanical clacking sound a large barrel beneath the ship’s nose began tracking onto us. I could see its red targeting laser flash in front of us. Then with a scream a green bolt shot out and smashed into the window next to me. It exploded in a shower of glass and plastic, and I kept going as more bolts began to rain down from behind. Mara smashed through the door and I sped inside as a series of bolts smacked into the plastic walls.

 

Outside the man stood his ground and readied the wand, “You cannot have her!” He smiled darkly, “You will not have any of them.” A blue light shot from his wand and toward the hovering ship. The blast missed the vessel, going under one of the dark wings.

 

Mara yelled as she saw the cannons on the hovering ship track onto him, “Dad, get in here!” Chris turned and saw Mara holding open the door. He ran as green flashes from the cannons shot into the ground behind him. The last bolts burned holes in the door as he stepped through. Mara slammed the door shut as bolts burned into it.

 

The man stood panting, “Mara, my bag.” Mara walked to the side of the doorway where a canvas wrap sat. She picked it up. “Open it.” Mara opened the canvas and a pair of swords dropped out onto the floor.

 

Mara picked up the first sword, a saber with a red handle and wrist guard shaped like an eagle. She picked up a second sword, a simple short sword, and handed it to me. She smiled weakly, “James, the white headed fool is my father.”

 

Before her father could say anything the door rocked on its hinges. I could hear the scraping of claws on its surface. The glass shattered and a green hand reached through the window and down to the knob.

 

“Llênhcs!” It was a gruff voice that seemed to register in James’s mind. An orc was behind the door.

 

“Both of you come on,” Mara’s father said as the door slammed open. We backed down the hallway as a short figure with drab skin and black armor stepped into the door. It was almost face less because of its tinted glass mask. Only the green reptilian eyes were visible through the glass. The helmet swept backward into a fin shape.

 

The creature’s booted two-toed feet crunched over the glass. I could see the twin claws scratch into the tiled floor as it stepped inside. In its hands it cradled a pulse rifle, which ended in a foot and a half long bayonet. The creature wasn’t alone.

 

Mara and I slunk back into the shadows as her father, Chris, got behind the refrigerator. I could see the first orc step into the room and tap the side of its helmet. A bright red laser light shot out from its side and the creature slowly began to scan the room. Green runes flashed up on the tinted glass. The orcs were communicating with each other. I found myself wondering if the orcs had night vision. If they did, they didn’t use it.

 

The orc lifted its wrist and typed into a keypad there. In a few seconds a pair of reinforcements appeared at its shoulder. I saw Chris behind the refrigerator point his wand at the fridge. He spoke a single word, “Trowdieo.”

 

The fridge shot forward toward the orcs. They saw it coming but only one managed to escape its weight. It howled with anger as its comrades were crushed. It flipped a switch on its pulse rifle and a light flashed on. The creature saw Chris now, without the cover of the refrigerator. It lifted the rifle to its shoulder and fired.

 

Suddenly a shimmering golden shield appeared from his wand, and he deflected the bolt before it barreled into him. The orc howled with anger and rushed forward. Mara stepped forward and cut him down swinging like a batter in a batting cage.

 

I saw a second orc appear from a side entrance and try to line up a shot on Mara. I broadsided the orc across the side of its head, shattering its glass mask. The orc fell forward bleeding from its nose and cuts across its face. A trio of orcs stepped into the room and halted as a second trio fell in behind them.

 

One of the orcs had retracted his mask and yelled out, “Karat rütver.” The orcs dropped to one knee and lifted their rifles to their shoulders. “Tnêserp lërat.” We could hear the rifles charging now. Even Chris knew we were dead. He couldn’t possibly deflect that many bolts.

 

As the orc opened its mouth to yell the final order a shower of orange bolts smashed into the side of the formation. The orcs fell. Some managed to turn and get off a single shot at their attackers, bit it must have gone wide. One, the leader, was suddenly lifted off its feet and propelled into a wall. It fell back, its body broken.

 

A man and a woman stepped over the remains of the orcs, their weapons down, checking for life. Chris stepped forward, his voice quaking with joy, “Chin, Lin why’d it take you so long?”

 

The man turned toward Chris and smiled, “The least I could do for my old teacher.” He wore a black and red pair of robes, which put Chris’s battered robes to shame.

 

The woman next to him smiled, “With you back in the fold, I pity the enemy.”

 

“Thanks Lin, but a couple years in the iron mines of Numra made me a little…” He glanced at the orcs under the refrigerator, “rusty.”

 

Chin looked at me as Mara stepped into the light, “So, I know that’s Christopher Nellprin’s daughter, but who are you?”

 

Mara stepped next to me, “This is my friend, James Baumer.” Neither of the wizards recognized the name.

 

Christopher thought the name was familiar, but just shrugged it off. “Well Mara, we have to leave,” Chris turned toward me, “I’m sorry, kid, you’ve probably figured it out already.” Indeed I had figured it out. “She won’t be able to write you. We try to keep the location of our training facilities secret. Only immediate family members can receive mail from academies.”

 

Inside any hope of see Mara after tonight died. It would take me over a year to realize the size of the void her disappearance left in me.

 

Mara turned toward me, “James, its something I’ve always wanted to be.” She lowered her voice, “I’ll always remember you.”

 

“You take care of yourself,” I replied. I felt my eyes tearing up.

 

Mara sniffed, crying, “You know me.”

 

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about,” I answered as Mara hugged me. I knew somehow it was for the best.

 

Then she let go and smiled bravely, “I’ll see you again.” I knew she believed what she said but I doubted it. Quietly the wizards and Chris led her away.

 

THis short story is actually a back history for a novel length work I'm rewriting.

 

Okay thats Stellar Magic. I'll have a SW vs. ST tommorrow.

[Cain]

To Late The TC will be posted to day....so I will see what I can incorporate now

[Stellar_Magic]

Well darn...

 

Back to SW vs. ST

 

The Borg detector slid threw space its holding beam firmly gripping the struggling Type 9 federation shuttle which was Chekotay’s transport. Suddenly a pair of blue streaks shot past the shuttle and into the beam. The two proton torpedoes stopped as the holding beam tried to lock onto them. The shuttle was suddenly free and cruising away. Red bolts shot pas the fleeing shuttle and into the blocky form of the Borg ship. Green detonations flashed across the ship’s hull. The ship kicked into an accelerating run as it became aware of the new threat.

 

The glistening form of the Jade Scimitar flashed by the federation shuttle its weapons ports blazing. A topside automated turbolaser spat fire at its opponent. The red blaze of the blast detonating against the hull of the Borg ship lit up the cockpit of the federation shuttle where Chekotay sat hunched over the controls. He punched a fist in the air as his ship rocketed away from the blaze of firing behind him, “Thank you Scimitar.”

 

A female voice came back across the channel, “We’ll pull back right behind you and hold them off.” Chekotay looked over to see a red headed woman staring at him through the comm display, “Voyager and Slave III should be here within a few minutes.”

 

The Jade scimitar came about and the Borg detector tried to lock onto it with a holding beam. A pair of blue proton torpedoes shot back at the blocky foes and acted as decoys for the beam which dissipated a few moments later.

 

Onboard the ship clambered from the rhythmic roar of lasers firing at the foe. Jade sat hunched over the weapons controls and picked up a virtual reality HUD and pulled it over her eyes. Suddenly she could see the Borg ship behind them pushing to catch up. She could sense Luke’s thoughts as they roared away from the Borg ship, his constant fear for her and his desire to get back to voyager along with the coolness of a combat veteran facing combat once again.

 

Then through her senses she could perceive them a buzzing constant awareness at the edge of her consciousness, a mind that was both many and one at the same time. She could sense the individual Borg in the vessel of course, but they just seemed to be a mirror of the mind that was the Borg. Slowly she squeezed Luke’s hand as she grasped what they were fighting.

 

Then through the HUD she saw a series of green blasts as the Borg ship opened fire with its primary armament. The torpedoes raced for them and Luke put the ship into a corkscrew maneuver to test the torpedoes abilities. He grimaced as the torpedoes matched every one of his maneuvers, “Mara?”

 

“Activating interceptors,” Mara answered as she punched a button in front of her. Outside the ship a large cluster of miniature missile launchers rose from the ship’s rear, a warbling sound echoed through her ears as she targeted the incoming missiles. She smiled slightly as she punched a second button. Outside a stream of miniature white missiles rocketed from their tubes. They hit one after another detonating the incoming torpedo barrage as it shot at them. The green explosions of the Borg torpedoes faded into nothingness as Mara pulled the firing triggers and a pair of blue proton torpedoes rocketed out toward their target.

 

The Borg ship saw them coming and attempted to lock onto them with a holding beam. The torpedoes shuddered then stopped detonating as their onboard computers realized they wouldn’t hit their target. Mara cursed as she saw them detonate then smiled as she punched another button. Belana glanced over her shoulder as she pulled the trigger, “Those torpedoes won’t get through!”

 

“Just watch,” Mara said as she felt the ejection of the torpedoes but saw no blue corona. She turned to Luke, “Shadow bombs away!”

 

With the aid of the force the two small spinning cylinders fell behind the Jade Scimitar. The rotated slowly in space bumping and moving left and right as the Borg detector closed with them. They slipped through the shields with a purple flare of light then hit random green lit hull of the ship. Mara watched as a pair of explosions ripped through the largest portion of the vessel. The large panel that formed the main hull ripped free and tumbled in space. Slowly she watched as the battered tear where the hull had parted began to harden. She saw the panel begin to reform. Within thirty seconds the damage was gone except for the hulk of debris that continued to tumble near the Borg ship.

 

Mara whistled at the speed with which the damage had disappeared. With her mind she told Luke what to do next. The stars spun outside and suddenly they were turned around facing the Borg ship. Mara thumbed down on the firing studs and the space between the two ships was suddenly alive with the glowing bolts of turbolasers. A series of explosions rocked across the forward section of the ship. Green flames crackled from where atmosphere was ignited from their impact. Suddenly a pair of blue white bolts blazed across the ships hull. Ionized panels crackled with electricity and parts of the ship went dark but the Borg recovered quickly.

 

A series of green disruptor blasts flashed past the Jade Scimitar. Mara felt the ship shuddered as a pair of the shots impacted the hardened armor of the Scimitar’s hull. She saw sparks shoot up from the dash and saw the HUD flash into darkness. Mara pulled off the HUD and tossed it to the floor as alarms blared in the cockpit, “Weapons array offline!”

 

Luke threw up his hands as the display darkened, “Engines and shields are out!” He whirled out of his seat as a green transporter beam lit up behind them. Suddenly the clammy skinned and armored figure of the Borg appeared before them. Luke punched a panel next to him and a lightsaber shot from the compartment.

 

It was an elegant design that featured a crescent that was an eerie combination of the Imperial and Rebel crests. It was the saber Jaina had given them as a gift on their anniversary. He smiled coldly as he activated the violet beam and readied himself for the Borg.

 

Mara had produced a blaster from the compartment under her chair and fired point blank into the Borg. His face was blackened by the bolt and the Borg slumped over, dead. A second then a third Borg materialized as more troops were beamed aboard.

 

Belana leveled her phaser and fired a blast that killed its target. She fired again and watched as the beam was absorbed by an energy shield that materialized in front of it. Belana cursed and threw the phaser at the Borg. Luke strode forward confident and swung with two quick strokes that brought the Borg down, killed instantly. He turned to Artoo, “Get the shields back up!”

 

The droid twittered and sped down the corridor. Mara followed her blaster raised with Belana crouched behind her. They came into the hanger and Mara saw a trio of Borg turn to her their targeting lasers scanning for her presence. She fired twice. The first shot burnt through the closer one’s chest dropping it to the ground. The second blast reflected off the Borg like it had hit magnetic shield. It burnt a small divot in the ceiling. Mara backed up and reached for one of the loose crates that scattered around the hanger when the lightsaber twirled into view and sliced the Borg in half dropping it to the ground.

 

Artoo had stopped next to a power coupling and was busily working to restore shield power when a familiar voice came through Mara’s comm link, “Slave III to Jade Scimitar.”

 

“Mara here, what do you want?” Mara answered as Belana set to work on one of the power couplings.

 

“I’ve got Voyager coming up in my wake, we’ll put the heavy end of the hammer down on them,” Boba answered swiftly.

 

“Be careful, its hull has regenerative abilities,” Mara answered as a shower of sparks shot from Artoo’s power coupling followed by a warble. She could hear the rumble of the generators putting the shields back on. She turned to Luke and Belana, “Voyager is coming and we can’t do anything from here, Artoo, Lucky Hand get the X-wing up and running.” She looked at Belana, “We’re going to take the X-wings out and try and give Voyager a fighting chance. Belana if you keep the shields running you’ll be safe, hold the ship, we’ll want it back.”

 

Seconds later Mara dropped behind the controls of her X-wing and flipped on the power up sequence. Behind her, Lucky Hand, her astromech and the newest gift from Talon Karrde dropped into his socket. She pulled on a helmet and strapped in as the droid began the power checklist. Below her she saw the space tight doors slide open and the rack that held the fighter begin to tip downward. She did a final check as the racked stopped ready to launcher her into space. She keyed her comm, “Luke, ready?”

 

“Ready,” Luke answered and suddenly his ship was out of the scimitar heading downward. Mara gritted her teeth at the shock of being flung out of the Scimitar and into space. She curved up and around and saw the Borg detector sitting in space with a holding beam locked onto the Jade Scimitar and a cutting beam futilely trying to bring down the shields.

 

Across the comm came the audio signal she knew was coming, “Luke, Mara, we’ll show this thing who’s boss.” Mara turned in her seat to see the Firespray attack ship flash by to engage the Borg ship.

 

Mara looked down at her sensor board and saw a series of new blips emerge from the Borg ship. She keyed her comm, “We’ve got shuttle class vessels launching from the Borg Detector.

 

* * *

 

Captain Janeway sat in the command chair as she saw a series of black boxes exit from the Borg detector’s rear. She turned to Ensign Kim, “Analysis?”

 

“They’re Borg scouts, the Enterprise reported encountering one on the surface of a planet near the neutral zone, six crew, minimal armament,” Ensign Kim reported. He looked up from his console.

 

“Correct, they’re Borg shuttles, armed with a single pulse weapon and a lone cutting beam, very underpowered,” Seven of Nine stated swiftly. She looked at Janeway, “They’re targeting the starfighters.”

 

“Captain Janeway, we’ll keep these busy,” Luke’s voice came through the comm. He sounded intense, busy, “Target that capital ship.”

 

Janeway watched as the doors to the cabin slid open and Commander Chekotay stepped onto the bridge, “Commander, it’s good that you’re back.”

 

“Thank you, Ensign Freeman I’ll take the helm.” The commander slid into the helm seat and checked the readings.

 

“Lieutenant Paris, we’re heading in at the Detector, if you could pull some of those Borg shuttles off our allies on the way in they’d probably appreciate it,” Captain Janeway said swiftly. She watched as the Firespray attack ship opened fire on the Borg detector. It’s arsenal of weapons systems tracked across the Borg ship causing miniature detonations all across it but the ship seemed just as functional.

 

She looked at Chekotay, “Attack pattern Alpha Four.” On the screen the flash of phaser energy impacted the hull of the ship. Steam erupted from the ship’s hull for a moment then stopped as the Borg adapted to stop the attack. She put a finger to her chin, “Quantum torpedoes.”

 

* * *

 

Luke watched as three pulsing blue torpedoes shot from Voyager and splattered against the Borg ship. One went through the shields blowing a whole in the hull. The molten remains of the blast splattered against his shields pinging as they glanced off. He targeted the nearest Borg shuttle and felt his hair stand on end and threw the starfighter into a loop that let him evade a trail of pulse bolts from one of the Borg shuttles.

 

He felt them in his mind and smiled slightly as he pulled their plan from their minds. Three shuttles closed on him from the front, rear, and dorsal vectors. He mentally signaled Mara, now! One of the Borg ship exploded as Mara’s torpedo found its mark and Luke corkscrewed through the expanding cloud of gas and debris.

 

Luke lined up a shot on one of the two remaining shuttles when a glowing and sparking green orb slammed into the shuttle which detonated in a flash. Suddenly a small craft shot through the expanding explosion and on to the Borg Detector. Through his comm Luke heard Tom Paris’s whoop of glee as the flyer shot into the heart of the flight.

 

Luke saw Mara finish off the last Borg shuttle with a quad burst of laser fire then break toward the Borg detector. They accelerated toward the engagement. Luke glanced to Mara as she formed up on his wing, “Shadow bombs?”

 

“I could try it, a pity your B model doesn’t have them,” Mara answered swiftly. He could imagine her smiling behind the controls.

 

“Who says I don’t have shadow bombs,” Luke answered then flicked the comm to Artoo, “Set up for shadow bombs.”

 

“So Artoo is going to program them to be instant shadow bombs?” Mara said slowly. She shrugged then kicked on her thrusters closing on the blocky target. She launched the bomb then curved away as the bomb detonated against the ship’s shields. He could hear Mara’s exasperation, “Damn it.”

 

Luke moved in to attack and fired his two torpedoes. They didn’t glow or ignite their engines as they headed for the target. Luke had his instant shadow bombs, thanks to Artoo.

 

The two conical shells headed for their target. Suddenly they went through the shield then exploded one after another to rip open a huge portion of the hull, “Yes!”

 

* * *

 

Janeway saw the flash as the proton torpedoes detonated and turned to Tuvok, “Target that point all weapons.” The ship rocked as a holding beam caught her vessel. The ship began to vibrate and shudder as a cutting beam caught the vessel.

 

“Shields at fifty percent,” Tuvok stated as the ship continued to shudder and lights dimmed.

 

Ensign Kim looked up from his display, “Another ship coming in!”

 

“Identify,” Janeway commanded as she watched the Borg Detector swing around to fire its forward torpedoes. The glowing orbs shot from the ship and were suddenly intercepted by a shower of miniature white missiles. The Jade Scimitar shot by the detonating torpedoes.

 

* * *

 

“That’s my ship!” Mara yelled as she watched the Jade Scimitar blaze into the engagement. She flipped on her comm gear, “Belana what are you doing!”

 

Luke tuned out the lecture and saw a query appear on his console. He frowned and flipped a switch to monitor the older New Republic frequencies. A stream of encoded transmissions washed across his headset. Suddenly he felt his cockpit go dark and he looked up toward the systems star and saw an enormous shape cross in front of it, “Umm Mara…”

 

* * *

 

“Unknown configuration, wait its firing on the Borg ship!” Ensign Kim looked up his eyes wide as he watched the Borg Detector wither from the barrage of weapons fire. Suddenly in a green tinted explosion the ship detonated. He looked at Captain Janeway, “Borg Detector destroyed.”

 

“We’re being hailed,” Commander Tuvok said from his station.

 

“On screen,” Captain Janeway answered.

 

The screen shifted to the inside of a cream colored bridge. Dozens of controls and panels were visible in the image but only a few crewmen, some of which looked human. In the center was a humanoid that was obviously amphibian. It had reddish brown skin and gold fish like yes that were mounted on the sides of its skull and had to swivel forward to focus on Janeway’s image, “I am Captain Loran Remora of the New Republic Warship Remember Yavin IV.”

 

Well well...things are getting stranger

[Cain]

Now ?!? I just put up our TC ....hmmmm when we decide to put it down for maintenance we should upgrade your stories .... btw do you like how I put them inside ?!

[Reb_Des_Bureau_II]

- Unit Cain ! To your post ! ......We will asimilate the new stuff from Stellar_Magic soon !

[BadSamaritan]

Now, this is the first peice of writing i have done in a while, and i am very tired, so cut me some slack, i know it sucks.

 

A strange negotiation.

 

The lone cruiser coasted through space, its running lights blinking slowly. As it moved on its course, small freightors and fighters flew in and out of its hangerbays. At one point in its life, the cruiser would have been identifiable as an old dreadnaught. But after changing hands several times, and having been through more battles than any one ship should have been through, its look had changed. The center of the ship now housed a large canaverous hangerbay, which was constantly filled with a myriad of freighters and starfighters. The bridge, once at the front of the ship, was now nestled on top of the ship, near the front. The front of the ship, which some would have called a clam with an overbite, was now much more evened out, the upped decks of the ship having been pulled back. It also thinned out slowly at first, then more quickly, coming to a sudden point. At the very front oft the ship was the barrel of a single cannon. That cannon was the primary armament of the vessel. An old planetary Ion cannon, it was used to disable any vessel unlucky enough to become the prey of the captain. Which was nearly every vessel that this ship came across that the captian did not have in a specail registry.

 

On the bridge, the crew of the old ship kept a constant vigil for any vessel appearing out of hyperspace. This was nto a very well traveled hyperspace corrider, but pirate bands and smuggles often used it for just that reason. Which was why the vessel was here to begin with. With a whirring sound, a small elevator raised up to the bridge, and off of ot stepped an small statured man, dressed in dark red armor. The mans face was heavily scarred, but his eyes seemed to have a hint of merriness to them. he smiled, seeing his crew hard at work. He stepped over to his command chair, and sat down slowly. He was getting old, and his crew knew it. Soon, he would retire, and he would hand command of this vessel over to someone else. At least, thats what the crew thought.

 

The captain turned to one of the consoles on his chair, and then looked over to the sensory officer. "Anything to report, Erock?" he asked. The sensory officer turned to the captain, and shook his head. He was a younger Sullustan, but he had worked hs way up through the ranks quickly, and he had earned the respect of almost every person on the ship with his leadership of one of the freightors in the fleet. "No captain, none. Just a strange energy reading a ways off of our port bow, but no vessels." Erock turned back to his console, and checked it again. "The energy reading appeared just a few minutes ago, and seems to be growing slowly."

 

The captain frowned at this. He didnt like things that were out of the ordinary, and sudden energyreading in this part of space were definetly in that catigory. And the fect that it was growing was even worse to him. But curiosity had always gotten the better of him, and this time it was no different. "Set course for the energy reading, and call in all vessels. If this is caused by the Imperials, we may need the extra firepower." The navigator, and eldery Twi'lek, nodded, and the vessel slowly tuned to port. The engines groaned as they powered up to full, and the ship began to move along its new heading. The Comm officer sent in the call back order, and soon the aging vessel was surrounded by nearly a dozen other smaller vessels, and close to two dozen starfighters.

 

The captain sat in his chair, shifting as if the seat was uncomterable to him. Something wasnt right about this, and he knew it. A small voice in the back of his mind told him to trun around and leave, but another part told him to continue on. He shook his head to remove the voices. He rarely changed his orders, and now was not the time to do it. he looked out the main viewport, and was astounded at what he saw. In front of his ship was a massive energy storm, with a multitude of colors eminating from it. But in the center of it, he could sparsley make out what looked to be a small station. Or rather, what appeared to be a small station. the captain turned back to Erock, a strange look on his face. Sensors, how large is that station in the center of that thing?

 

Erock looked hard at his console, then shook his head. "I have no idea captain. Sensors cant penetrate that deep into it. But i can give you a rough estimate of the size of the energy storm. It is around thirteen kilometers in diameter, and still growing." he said, disbelief in his voice. he tunred and looked to the captain, an hint of worry in his eyes. "Sir, at the rate it is growing, it will engulf us in less than three minutes."

 

Upon hearing all of this new onformation, the captain raised his eyebrows. The station at the center of that storm had to be at least a kilometer in size. And he knew for a fact that there was no station in this part of space that large. If their were, he wouldhave found it already. "Is the energy lethal? Will it hurt us if we enter it?" he asked, and Erock shook his head. "No captain," he said, turning back to his console, "it wont hurt us. With shields raised, it should be just like ridint through a heavy solar storm. But I cant identify some of the energy. But it is only concentrated in minute amounts. I think we could make it through."

 

The captain nodded, and then tapped a button oin his command chair. "Attention all vessels, this is the captain. We are going into that energy storm to have a look at the station in the center. I want all vesels to puch their sensors to the limits, and call out any other vessels that you see." He recieved a steady flow of acknowledgements from all of his ship, and then nodded slowly. "Helm, take us to that station, half speed. I dont want us to move to fast." His hlemsman nodded, and slowly his fleet of vessels moved into the storm. His ship jumped as they moved into it, but quickly began to move smoothly again.

 

As they got closer to the station, he could begin making out the details of the station. It was saucer shaped, with large groups of spheres on the very top and bottom. While at first it looked to be smooth surfaced, he could soon tell that it was actually rough, as if it wasnt completed yet. There seemed to be several smaller objects surrounding it, but he could not tell if they were vessels, or other smaller stations. he had almost turned to Erock for an answer, when the small objects answered for themselves. They all suddenly tuned, and accellerated towards his fleet.

 

The captian shot to his feet, and turned to his tactical officer. "Full alert, power up all weapons. Communications, order all other vessels to do the same." The tactical officer, nodded in acknowledgement, and bagan speaking into his headset. Suddenyl, klaxons blared all over the ship, and he knew his crew was headed to their appointed stations. he had trained them well, and he that in a few moments, his whole fleet would be ready for a fight. He looked back to the viewscreen, and was startled to see that the vessels had slowed down, and were coming to a stop. He suddenly realized thgat the largest of the vessels looked oddly like a maurader corvette, but different in a few aspects, not the least of which was the fact that the rear of the vessel that was approaching was much larger. Also, the head of the vessel was much wider, and ti seemed to come to a pair of point.

 

The captain turned to his communications officer. " Order all vessels to a full stop, but tell them to be ready to attack." his comm officer nodded, and relayed the message. As he did so, he tuned back to the captian. "Sir, we are being hailed, audio only." The catpain nodded, and sat back down in his chair. "This is the captain of the independent warship Hunter. Indentify yourselves." he stated, and almost immedialty, a voice came over the bridge speaker system.

 

"This si the captain of the Feregi cruiser Glory. Who are you, and what are you doing here?" the voice demanded. The captain smiled to himself. He recognized the voice of someone who was tryng to sound tough, but in reality would rather not be be in this situation. But he had never heard of any race called the Ferengi before. But it was a large galaxy, so anything was possible. The captain leaned back in his chair, and folded his hands behind his head.

 

"We were in the area, and noticed this energy storm, so we decided to investigate. Upon investigating, we found you. So tell me, what are you doing exactly?" he asked. he waited for a moment, and then a moment longer, and when he didnt receive any responce, he spoke again. "Well?" he asked, inserting just enough authority into his voice to try and compell an answer.

 

"That is none of your business. You are hereby ordered to leave this region of space, immediatly." the voice responded, a slight quiver of fear hidden in it. The captain sat up in his chair, and scowled. If there was one thing he hated, it ws being ordered around by someone he didnt know.

 

"Make me." the captain replied, and he slowly stood up. He clasped his hands behind his back, and smiled slowly. "I dare you to make me leave." he said, a slight twinkle in his eyes. He was willing to bet his whole fleet that the captian of the other vessel would not even dare such a thing. The larger vessel he faced may have been bigger than his, but his ion cannon was pointedly directly at it. And the rest of his forces had more than enough firepower to deal with the several smaller vessels the faced.

 

After a few moments of silence, the other voice came back, this time, fear was evident in it. "What? How dare you!! You are ordered to leave immediatly, or we will be forced to make you leave!!" the voice said, but the captain just shook his head. he slowly tuned to his Weapons officer, and nodded. The weapons officer, turned to his controls, and suddnely the bridge was filled with the hum of the ion cannon powering up to fire. The weapons officer tunred to the captain, and nodded his head. Suddenly, the voice came back over the intercom. "What are you doing? Why are you powering up your weapons?" the voice asked, fear evident even to a deaf man. the captain smiled, and sat back down. He chuckled, and shook his head.

 

"I am powering up my main gun, and I intend on firing it at you unless you tell me exactly what you are dong here. You have thirty seconds to reply." he said. The captain held up his hand, and began to raise his fingers one by one, slowly counting the seconds. before the fourth second had gone by, the voice came back.

 

"We were experimenting with a new form of energy we had discovered, trying to utilize in it the power core of our station. But, it had a very strange side affect, the storm that you detected. And we cannot get it to stop groing. Would we be able to negotiate for your help in stopping it?" the voice asked, in a subdued tone. The captian lowered his hand, and looked to the station in the distance. This was getting to be very interesting.

 

"So,you are telling me that that station is causing this energy storm. Thats quite a side affect of testing a new power core." he said, then touched his fingers to his chin for a moment. He suddenly smiled again, and chuckled. "Tell me, do you have any people abord the station as of right now?" he asked the other vessels captain. he know knew how he would 'help' them.

 

"Yes we do, a small skeleton crew that stayed behind as the energy storm began. But everyone else abandoned the station, and is now aboard our vessels. So you are saying you will help us? What do you wish in return?" the voice asked. The captain thought about this for a moment, and then shrugged his shoulders.

 

"Nothing. I will do this out of good will towards another captain." he stated, and he then turned to his helm officer. "Set course for that station again. Get us into firing range. Weapons," he said, and he turned towrds his weapons officer'" target that station with all our forward waponary. Hit it with the cannon first, then the turbolasers. And order all our outher ships to do the same." he said, and he leaned back in his chair again. Suddenly, the voice came back over the speaker system, alarm most evident.

 

"What are you doing?" the voice asked, panick overriding every other part of the voice. "Why is you fleet powering up weapons?" the voices cryed, and the captain simply laughed. he stood up, and placed his hands upon his hips.

 

"Why, we are helping you of course. By detroying the station, i think we can end the storm. And, i can teach you a lesson about ordering me around. And even better, i will rid oyu of some of your workers, and by doing that, you save resources. its a win win situation for you." he said, and he looked over to his comm ofiicer. he made a throat slitting motion with his had, and the comm officer ended the conversation before the other captain could reply.

 

The captian watched as his vessel sailed past the other, and he felt the deck beneath his feet rumble and the ship accellerated to attack speed. the captain sat back down, and looked at one of the screens on his chair. He noted that the alian vessels were turning to follow him, but he knew it would be to little, to late. he looked back at the maind viewport just in time to see some of his fighters begin to attack the station. They raked the stations shiled with laserfire, and a few fired torpedoes at it. The sheilding around the staion flared, but held strong. But he captain knew that they wouldnt last with what was about to happen. Within moments, the fightere scattered, and the deck of his ship rumbled with the firing of the ion cannon, and the sigle shot hit the station dead center. right on cue, the turbolasers on this ship, and the weaponary on his support vessels opened up, and raked the staion with fire. Within moments, the station began to tear itself apart with explosions, and the captain smiled. The captain looked back down to his small sensor screen, then snapped his head back over to Erock. "Where did those other vessels go?" he asked, but Erock just shook his head. The captain looked back out his main viewport, and saw that the energy storm was slowly fading away, and the station was still beng shaken by internal explasions. Soon, the station was dead in space, and the energy storm had vanished completely.

 

The captain looked to his comm officer, and nodded his head. the officer orderedall ships to stand dwon immediatly, and await further orders. The captain looked back to Erock, and frowned. "Do you have any idea where those vessles went? Did they jump to hyperspace?" he asked, a slight hint of anger in his voice. Erock simply looked back to him, an odd look in his eyes.

 

"One second they were following us, the next second, they are gone. If they jumped to hyperspace, they did it without the sensors picking it up." he said, and he then turned back to his console. the captain looked at him for a moment longer, then tunredn back to the viewport. he sighed, and shrugged his shoulders.

 

"Order the recovery vehicles out, and tell them to pick that staion apart for anything that is of use. Once they are done, we will vape what is left of it, and be on our way." the catain said, and he got up from his seat, and started walking back to the elevator. As he got their, and helm officer looke at him, and asked, "Where will we be haeding after this sir?"

 

The captain thought about it for a moment, and then sighed. "Somewhere pleasent. I think after today, we all need a vacation." he said, and he then activated the lift, and sank from view. The helm officer, nodded, and tunred back to his console. he agreedwith the captain, that this day had been rather odd. Between that energy storm, the alian vessels, and teh captain sodd negotiaions skills, he belived everybody needed some time to relax.

[Cain]

Now, this is the first peice of writing i have done in a while, and i am very tired, so cut me some slack, i know it sucks.

 

 

I don't think so .....I like it

[Stellar_Magic]

Ferengi!!!!

 

"What was of suitable profit proved to be less profitable then we'd hoped."

 

"You forgot the thirty-fourth rule of..."

 

Why didn't I think of using the fernegi? (Smack) the sound of a head hitting the wall.

[BadSamaritan]

I couldnt remember any of the rules of aquisition, so i couldnt use any of them. That, and i was practically dead asleep as i was finish it, which is why it ended so quickly.

[ElvisMiggell]

PD both of ya. SM i'm loving this crossover story so far.

[Stellar_Magic]

Lets see...I'm thinking about expanding this universe crossing

 

Lets see what could I throw in this:

 

Stellar Magic (My personal favorite)

Star Gate (Now wouldn't it be weird to see McGyver again?)

Babylon 5 (Well duh!)

 

Should I expand it? Make it ST vs. SW vs. SM vs. B5 vs. SG I'm open to suggestions.

[ElvisMiggell]

No. Leave it 'as is' it works so well at the moment.

[Evaders99]

Please no. I'm not sure I can take any more of it. I like to keep it as much on Star Wars as possible, and not demean or insult other scifi by playing 'which fiction is better'...

[ElvisMiggell]

Its only insulting and demeaning if SM makes it so. At them moment it's really good reading.

[Stellar_Magic]

Now degrading different sci fi would be having the Voyager take a hit from those Skiprays and just exploded...from one hit. Another degredation would be to have the borg cubes slice the relentless in half with one cutting beam. I don't intend on doing that.

 

Okay no expansions... But here's fair warning...

 

Number one: We've got two universes with two distinct and different timelines.

 

Number two: We've got ships, events, and characters from several different time frames in SW.

 

• 
  Period 1: 25+ years after endor, a couple years after the end of the Vong invasion.
   
  Crew of the Galactic Federation of Free Alliances ship Jade Scimitar:
  Mara Jade Skywalker
  Luke Skywalker
  Ben Skywalker
  Artoo
  Lucky Hand
   
  Crew of the Independent Vessel Slave III:
  Boba Fett
   
  Period 2: 6 years after Endor.
  Crew of the Imperial Star Destroyer Chimaera:
  Grand Admiral Thrawn
  Captain Gilad Pelleaon
  Crew of the Imperial Star Destroyer Relentless:
  Captain Dorja
   
  Period 3: 10-12 years after Endor.
  Crew of the New Republic Warship Remember Yavin IV.
  Captain Loran Remora
  

 

I'm going to have one more time period for the Star Wars universe. It'll be thirty plus years after Endor. You'll probably hate me for it to. Behold the Rapora a species I've invented a while back when a I wrote a SW fan fic that never saw the light of day. Prepare for an enemy that will make the sith and vong seem childish in comparison.