AN: And, the aforementioned (in Destiny) SW/KC cross. Not as long, but I'll still post both the first two chapters.

These started as snips though, so not as long of chapters at first.


Chapter 1:

Luke Skywalker sighed softly, as he left behind the massive celebration behind him. He could still hear the sound of the celebrations behind him, Rebel soldiers and Ewoks alike cheering the end of the Empire. He would have loved to stay and join in any other circumstances, and had indeed participated for some time. But his bones ached from the Emperor's lightning, and the last Jedi was mentally exhausted from his ordeal as well. As such, he had left the village behind and began walking towards the clearing where Lando had left the Falcon. Han wouldn't mind if he rested in the old freighter, and would probably join him eventually anyway.

The Jedi felt a weary smile tug at his lips actually, at the thought of Han and Leia joining him. He wasn't blind by any definition, even if his own romantic experience could be summed up on one hand- and that was counting the moments with his sister that had him shuddering in hindsight. Frankly, knowing that Leia was his sister, just made him happy that she had ended up with Han. The man was a scoundrel through and through, but he would do right by her. There wasn't any other man Luke would trust with his sister, at any rate.

Though, Leia would probably kill me very slowly if I even suggested that she choose someone I approved of.

If either sibling had inherited a temper, it was her. That was for sure.

That aside, Luke was more concerned with resting and recovering from his experience at the moment, than in doing anything else. And that was what hewould have done, were it not for a flash of...something...in the Force. The Jedi's head snapped up, weariness vanishing from his expression. Luke's hand dropped to where his lightsaber was clipped to his belt, blue eyes scanning the forest around him. There was...something out there. It wasn't like anything he had felt before, and it wasn't dark either. So it wasn't the Emperor, somehow surviving his fall. Nor was it his Father's spirit.

Then what...?

"This is very wrong, dess! Hiei, do you know how we entered this forest?"

"Not at all onee-sama!"

"Kirishima?"

"According to my calculations...no."

"Oh NO how will I tell the Admiral, dess?!"

Luke blinked slowly, at the sound of female voices. They weren't speaking any language he was familiar with...beyond the one word, the 'no' from the first voice. That had been Basic, albeit with an accent he wasn't familiar with. He wasn't sure what they were saying though, beyond that.
Or, of course, why there would be three or more girls who spoke a language he didn't know, wandering around Endor. Not to mention there was stillsomething tugging at his senses. This was a very strange situation indeed. Shaking his head, the Jedi twisted on his heel and began navigating around the trees towards the voices. If nothing else, these girls probably- emphasis on the probably -weren't hostile. Women weren't unheard of in the Imperial military, but female stormtroopers were exceedingly rare, and wouldn't be shouting like that.

Right...?

"I hear someone, dess!"

"Let me greet them, onee-sama!"

And they apparently had great hearing. Luke stepped over a branch, and was promptly forced to raise a hand to his eyes. A blinding light was shining from the direction of the voices, as they chattered away in that unfamiliar language.

"I think you are binding them, Hiei onee-san."

"Oh..."

A newer, much softer voice, managed to get the second girl to turn off whatever light she was using. Luke lowered his hand, blinking the stars from his eyes. It was only when his vision cleared, that he could finally see the source of the voices. That had him blinking even more, in shock instead of to clear his eyes. Well, to be fair, it was also to clear his eyes and make sure he wasn't seeing things.

Because four girls around his age, dressed in short skirts and airy white tunics, was not what he would have expected. There was a girl with long brown hair, tied up in two buns that had him flashing back to the Death Star, so long ago. Her brown eyes didn't exactly help matters. Next to her was a sheepish looking girl, probably the light one. Her features were similar enough to suggest a sibling, but her lighter colored hair was cropped short, and her eyes were a shade lighter blue than his own. The third girl had even shorter hair, the darker locks cut to frame her face. A face covered by...old style glasses?

The last girl had hair as long as the first, unbound around a soft face with reddish eyes.

"Hello?" Luke attempted, banking on the hope they at least had an understanding of Basic. He'd rather not rely on Threepio in this situation.

"OH!" the first girl stepped forward, a wide grin crossing her face, "You speak ENGLISH?"

"...Basic," the Jedi replied slowly, a bit offput by the enthusiasm in the girl's voice, "Yes. What...actually, how did you four get here? Endor isn't exactly an easy place to reach."

"ENDOR? I thought we were in Japan, dess!" she seemed confused by what Luke had said, turning to her...sisters, maybe?

"I thought we were too, onee-sama!" that was the second girl, looking up at her apparent sister.

"This defies all logic."

"Haruna is confused as well."

As the girls went back to chattering in that strange language, Luke elected to study them with the Force. He still felt...there was something off. He didn't know what, but these girls were not normal humans. There was a tangible sense of power around them, far more than their lithe frames indicated. It wasn't like the Force either. He wasn't sure exactly what it was, but these girls had a sense of being larger than they appeared, and far stronger. Strong enough to snap him like a twig, maybe.

It was all very strange.

"YOU," the first girl turned back to the Jedi, a curious look on her face, "Can you show us where to go?"

"I can...take you to my ship," Luke nodded slowly, "Miss...?"

"OH, how rude of me to not introduce myself, dess!" the brunette dramatically held a hand to her face, "I am the fast battleship Kongou, dess! These are my SISTERS, Hiei, Haruna and Kirishima!"

Fast...battleship?

Putting that aside for the moment, Luke merely nodded again, and gestured over his shoulder, "Follow me then, Miss Kongou. I'm Luke by the way, Luke Skywalker."

'Kongou' just grinned widely at him, "We will follow you, Skywalker-san! Lead us dess!"

That verbal tick was probably the least strange thing about this situation. As he lead the excitable girls towards the Falcon, Luke still couldn't make heads or tails of their strange Force signatures. The sense of power and strength far beyond their appearance wouldn't go away. Nor would the sense that they weren't quite human, looks to the contrary. He would be the first to not judge a person on how they looked, but that didn't change the oddity of the situation. He wasn't as trained in Jedi arts as he would like, but Luke Skywalker was hardly a novice. That something could confuse him so deeply, unsettled him in a way.

These girls were odd, nice, but odd. They weren't acting hostile in any way either. But he got the feeling that, if it came down to blows, they might well be able to best him. He was still recovering from his ordeal on the Second Death Star. And the sense of great power...he wasn't confident in his chances, if a fight broke out. In that regard, he was going to have to do everything he could to keep them happy. At least until support could arrive.

I don't know why she introduced herself as a battleship either...that is...

Shaking his head, Luke smiled wearily when the Falcon came into view. The old freighter bore new battlescars from the fight over Endor, but was as familiar as his own hands by now. There were small gouges where blaster fire had gotten through the shields, and the sensor dish was flat out gone. But it was still the same old Falcon.

Except...

The sisters aren't the only strange feeling.

There was a feeling like, and unlike, the sisters centered on the Falcon. Luke felt his hand drift to his saber once again, as he walked carefully to the extended boarding ramp.

"Skywalker-san?" Kongou was right beside him, making the Jedi flinch ever so slightly at the speed of her movement, "Is something wrong, dess?"

"No, not at all," Luke carefully replied, as he walked to the ramp. His lightsaber was now in hand, green glow casting an eerie light on the dim ramp.

He could sense the awe from the strange girls behind him, but that hardly mattered. Luke's entire focus was on the Falcon, and the strange energy he could feel in the main lounge. Only keeping a tenuous focus on the girls behind him, the Jedi warily walked to that room, flicking the lighting on with a small exertion of Force energy. The bright white lights of the Falcon were a welcome sight, a familiar sight.

What they illuminated, was rather less so.

"A..."

"Oh, another kanmusu!"

Strange word aside, Luke frowned ever so softly. There was a small little girl, stretched out under a blanket on the Falcon'slounge, where he himself had been after Bespin. There was a bloody bandage across her head, dirty blonde hair sticking out over it, though the length was impossible to tell with her positioning. Nor could he tell what the girl, a child no older than ten, was wearing. Despite her age though...the girl was staring at him with intelligent brown eyes, that held a savvy look to them that almost reminded him of Han. Her soft features, soft in spite of the fact she was somewhat thinner than was probably healthy, had a look entirely unfitting of a child.

This was a girl wiser than her years.

"Luke!"

If he hadn't been shocked before...the familiar and happy tone in the girl's soft- weak -voice was something he hadn't expected.

"I'm sorry," Luke's frown deepened, "I've never met you before. Who are you?"

The girl winced, pulling herself up slightly. Her sickly pallor grew ever more pale, before she leaned back against her resting place, "I know you though Luke. You don't recognize me, even with your fancy Jedi powers?"

"No."

A weak chuckle came from the girl, as she held a hand to her bloody bandage, "My name is Falcon. As in, Millennium Falcon."