Howdy, folks! This is my first multi-chapter fic! I really hope this doesn't crash and burn like a one I put up earlier (that was simply embarrassing), and I hope people will actually like it. Umm, it has a fair number of OC's and is AU. There are no pairings! I'm sorta basing it on Hellsing, but a lot of it is actually my idea. If you like that series, you'll be able to see the parallels. I apologize in advance for any OOC-ness I may write. Please read, review and enjoy!

Rated T for some language, and a few awkward situations later on. If I deem them to be innappropriate, I will raise the rating.

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Star Wars, or any of the songs whose titles I'm using. I currently can't think of anything else. ~~


1: A Long Time Ago

"What's the status on the experiment, commander?" "I think we're just about finished. Now all we need is two or three test subjects, and a few days." "Test subjects…. You can't guarantee it without test subjects?" "No. Not in the slightest. To do so would be…madness, in the very least." "*Sigh* Very well. I shall do my best to retrieve suitable subjects for you." "Different species would be preferable, if you do not mind." "….Of course. This had better work." "Oh it should. It should very well indeed."

Three Weeks Later:

"An emergency Council meeting?" Obi-Wan Kenobi looked down at his datapad in confusion. "What ever for?" It was technically useless to ask a datapad a question, and he knew it. But this turn of events was unusual enough to warrant speaking to an inanimate object. He reluctantly stood from the cushion he was meditating on and pulled his boots on, hearing the occasional pop from his spine. I have definitely been sitting for too long. He thought with a grumble. The door wooshed open, and he strode out into the shiny-clean hallways of the Jedi Temple. Now. Let's see what was important enough to interrupt my meditation.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. It echoed in Edge's head as he blearily opened his eyes and regarded the lid of the coffin he was currently ensconced in. "Five more minutes!" He called. "No!" A distant female voice filtered through the wood. "It's an emergency!" Grumbling curses in several different languages, Edge pushed the lid of the coffin open and glowered at the short bespectacled teenager standing over the coffin. She glowered back. "This had better be a heck of an emergency, Alex." He snarled as he stood. "I think it is." The girl said blithely, holding out black coat and fedora. "Kyoukshou-san designated it an alpha-red." Edge pulled the coat on until it hung from his shoulders and slapped the fedora on over his black ponytail. "Very well then. Let's go see what is important enough to convene the Elites."

"Master Kenobi. Glad that you could join us, I am." The Council was all there by the time Obi-Wan skidded into the room. Even Anakin was there, hiding a smile. "I'm sorry. I was busy, and the notice came at the last minute." He sat, ignoring Ki-Adi-Mundi's disapproving stare. "Then we shall begin." Master Windu said, daring anyone to interrupt.

"Two weeks ago, Masters M'alitt, Kuywaia and Tarruo were on a diplomatic mission to Aiganx Seven. They were accompanied by their Padawans. While this was no unusual state of affairs in itself, what followed was unusual.

"Their Padawans mysteriously vanished. Quite literally, off the face of the planet. Naturally, there was a frantic search. The local police, the military and eventually even Aiganx Sevens' spy network became involved." Master Windu stared around the room to convey his seriousness. "They weren't found. The Masters eventually returned to the Temple, there being nothing else to do but put out a search notice.

"What worries me is that these were senior Padawans, close to Kinghthood. They were all quite capable of handling themselves, and any ordinary kidnapper that came their way. The fact that they simply vanished states that this is a serious matter."

An aura of solemnity settled over the Council. "Unfortunately, we cannot do anything about this at the moment. Once new information comes, we will be able to continue our search." The members of the Council alternately dipped their heads, or made noises of agreement. "Meditate on this, we will." Yoda said. "Find out the culprit, we must!"

Similar words had been said in a different room, several dimensions and trillions of miles away. However, they spoke absolutely nothing of meditating. A slight woman, dressed commandingly in a business suit with long black hair cascading down her back, looked over the group before her. It was a motley collection. By Shizune Kyoukshou's count, she had two vampires, their Handlers, a werewolf, four S-class ninja, an elite swordsman and an alien in the room, and they were all listening to her, if somewhat distractedly. Even though the vampire Edge's attention was focused more on his Handler, Alex, rather than the briefing, and she was fairly sure that the Otag, Shirrmelu, was playing cards with one of the ninja, they were still absorbing the information. They were Halo Protocols' elite. They could multitask.

"This event is definitely the breaking point we've been looking for. Those poor blokes on Coruscant aren't going to be able to handle this." She stared at them with all the authority a leader of a supernatural-hunting organization could muster. To her credit, even Edge looked up. "So, we're sending one of you lot to help."

As she had expected, there were several groans. "Yes, I know you all have better things to do. But this is actually important. Fight it out amongst yourselves. Whoever looses gets to go." It was probably the only way to get the Elites to choose fairly.

Shirrmelu turned all four of his orange eyes on Edge. Gradually, everyone else did, until Edge and Alex were squirming uncomfortably. "You haven't gone on any missions for the past three months." The alien began. "You must go." Edge's red eyes stared around the table, a condescending smirk playing across his lips. Alex, caught re-arranging her brown ponytail, looked slightly put out, but said nothing.

"Sure. This's obviously something only a vampire can handle, since you're all begging." Alex punched him on the shoulder, but he ignored it. "I'll go, boss." Kyoukshou smiled. "Good. You leave for Coruscant in two hours. Get your things in order."