A/N: Hello Everybody! For those of you who've read my past stories, don't worry, I'm not abandoning them, but currently my laptop is on the blink, so while I can't access any chapters I decided to try writing under a different Genre. This is my first Buffy Crossover story, so I hope you like it. There will be no smut or swearing, and if people require that for a story to be good, they need to get out more. There might possibly be a bit of romance though as the story progresses. This is Buffy-centric.

Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy or Star Wars. I can guarantee I never shall. This is for pure entertainment.

Anyway, on to the story:

Prologue

Catherine Madison tipped her head back, and in a voice filled with power intoned, "I shall look upon my enemy." She brought her head down her gaze locked on Buffy and Catherine's eyes became pitch black as she continued, "I shall look upon her and the dark place will have her soul!"

Frantically, Buffy looked for some way out of this mess. It had been a crazy day already, and she definitely didn't want to end it with her soul in a dark place. She spotted a mirror above her head and a slowly a smile darted across her lips.

Swooping her hands forward, Catherine roared, "Corsheth, take her!"

Buffy jumped and as the beam enveloped her and she began to feel herself fading, her foot caught the mirror. The last thing she saw was the remainder of the beam hit Catherine and then both of them vanished in a flash of light. Buffy's last thought was, "At least the others will be safe now." Then, her vision faded into blackness.

When Buffy next opened her eyes, she found she was laying on her back on blistering hot sand. Above her in the air hung two red suns, and Buffy suddenly found herself very thirsty. Hearing strange noises, she groggily lifted her head and just barely ducked again to avoid being hit by what looked like a red flash of light.

"Ergh," she groaned, putting her hand to her head, "who ordered the fireworks?"

She suddenly heard a bellow of pain, and she attempted to lift her head again to see where it was coming from. The sight in front of her was unlike any she had ever seen. Seven large reptilian looking creatures, that Buffy guessed were demons were firing guns that shot laser-like lights out of the end of them. All seven were shooting at a large, furry bear-looking creature that was running and dodging more quickly than she would have expected for something that size. The creature seemed to be holding its own as it dodged and shot with a crossbow thingie. With a well-placed bolt, it brought the number of opponents down to six. However, as Buffy watched, fascinated, its luck seemed to run out. One of the reptile's light bolts scored along the creature's leg and with another bellow of pain, its leg gave out leaving it on its knees before its enemies. As the reptilian creatures ceased firing and walked closer, pointing their guns at its head, Buffy could sit still no longer. Flipping to her feet, she seized a rock from the ground and threw it with perfect accuracy at the head of the closest demon to her. It struck the reptile demon in the head with such force that he was knocked over into its fellow demons with a domino-like affect.

All six of the reptile demons lifted themselves on their elbows to see who their attacker was. Whatever they were expecting, it certainly wasn't what they found. A young human girl, who couldn't have been more than 16 stood over them, her arms folded contemptuously. Even the bear-like creature gaped in surprise. She wore a short red skirt that came to mid-thigh and a bright yellow sweater. Her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail.

"Why don't you try picking on someone your own size?" Buffy asked with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

"Insolent Human!" the largest of the reptile creature's cried. "Do you not know who we are?"

"Hmmm," Buffy said flippantly, "Don't know, don't care?"

As one, the reptiles seemed to forget all about the bear thingie and charged at Buffy. Dropping low, she met them with a spinning kick, knocking one several feet away where it lay stunned. Compared to Vampires, these guys were nothing. They fired their ray-guns, or whatever they were, and Buffy easily dodged them. They were much easier to see coming than bullets. As Buffy flipped, punched, and kicked her whole perception seemed different. She seemed to move quicker than she ever had before, almost as if she could see the punches coming before they hit. She was blindingly fast, nearly running circles around the much slower reptiles. Within two minutes they were all lying on the ground, either unconscious or groaning in pain. Buffy smirked at the pile, dusted off her skirt, and turned toward the bear-like creature.

"Are you okay?" she asked, assuming since the reptiles spoke English, this guy must be able to as well.

His jaw, which as hanging in shock snapped shut, and he grunted at her, in what she could only assume meant yes, and struggled to his feet. Turning to her, he put his hand over his heart and looked at her intently. Then in a series of grunts, growls, and roars, he seemed to be saying something very important to him.

Buffy simply shook her head, "Sorry, can't understand you, big guy. Too bad we don't have a translator. Then you could answer a couple questions for me, too."

The large fuzzy creature seemed to perk up at that thought, and turning, motioned for her to follow him. Buffy sighed, looked around and decided she didn't have many other options. She had no idea where she was and the big fuzzy guy seemed to have some clue. Even if she couldn't understand what he was saying. She nodded and they both walked off.

As they walked toward the nearby town, one of the reptiles pulled a communicator out of his pocket. "Sir," he said, his voice shaking nervously at the thought of who was on the other end, "I think we have a bit of a problem."

Buffy followed the fuzzy guy into the small, dirty-looking town where he headed toward a store that screamed technology. Buffy couldn't help but sigh in relief. As she saw several types of vehicles zoom past that seemed to be floating over the ground, she couldn't help but have hope that this society would have some way for her to contact Giles or her mother.

The fuzzy guy leaned over the counter and a robot half the size of Buffy popped up, its sensor scanning both of the creatures in front of it.

"Good afternoon," it intoned in its dead robotic voice, "and what can I assist you with today?"

The fuzzy guy growled and grunted, motioning with his hand toward a couple of various items and then motioned toward Buffy as he growled a few more things. Buffy sighed and looked at the robot, who strangely enough seemed to understand the bear guy.

"Yes, sir," the robot replied as the bear thingie stopped speaking, "we just got in a new supply of bowcaster bolts as well as a small Wookie Interpreter Droid. Does your Human friend here speak Basic?"

Buffy started and turned to look at the robot, "Do I speak Basic?" she repeated, confused.

"Answer suitable," replied the droid, obviously not understanding her question. "Very well, wait a few moments please," he said, and disappeared into the back of the store.

"Was that some kind of insult?" Buffy asked the big fuzzy guy and to her surprise he began to laugh. That, at least, Buffy understood and a matching grin came to her own face at the sound.

After a few moments, the robot returned with a smaller robot grasped in his claw-like hands and a pack of what looked like crossbow bolts in his other claw. "Here you are," he said, handing the mini-robot to Buffy.

She looked at it askance as she took it and said, "What is it for?" It was small enough to fit securely in her hand. It looked like a little bug.

"Activate the droid by flipping the switch on the back," the robot said to her. "It's memory has been recently wiped, it can be programmed by you anyway you want. Its basic function is to act as an interpreter between Wookies and Basic-speaking humans, such as yourself, but it also knows 99 other forms of communication."

"What's a wookie?" Buffy asked curious.

In what Buffy could only assume was humor, the robot pointed at her companion.

"Oh," Buffy said, laughing. She quickly thumbed on the switch and then small robot turned on.

It swiveled its tiny head to look at her and then said, "Hello, I am Wookie translator droid identification number W7-T2, you must be my new master, how may I serve you today?"

Buffy jaw dropped and she said, "Master?"

The 'Wookie' beside her laughed and began to talk to the robot as he paid the robot at the counter and they walked out of the store. The robot turned to her and said, "The Wookie would like me to tell you thank you for saving his life and wishes to express his gratitude. He also says he now owes a life-debt to you and pledges that he will follow you until he feels it is repaid."

Buffy's jaw dropped again and she stared in shock at the big fuzzy guy. "Now, hang on," she said, "I didn't do it because of that. You're free to go your own way, but I wouldn't mind if you could answer a few questions for me, like, is there a telephone of some kind around here?"

The Wookie grunted curiously and Buffy could hear the question behind his words. Her small robot piped up and said, "He asks what a telephone is, Master."

Buffy groaned, and said, "Great. Well, can you at least tell me where on Earth we are?"

The Wookie grunted again, and W7-T2 instantly said, "Earth? He knows of no Earth, but we are on the planet called Tatooine."

"Great," Buffy said, "just great." However, she'd never been one to be thrown off for long, so she turned to the Wookie and asked, "So, what are you doing here?"

After a few more minutes of the Wookie speaking, the robot turned to her and said, "He is on a crusade to free other Wookies from slavery. He recently heard of a shipment of young Wookies that is going to be transferred from Trandoshan Slavers to the Empire. He came here to stop it and to free the young Wookies."

Buffy smiled at the Wookie, "Well, that's pretty impressive. Good luck with that."

The Wookie looked at her curiously, seemed to hesitate, and then bellowed some type of question.

"He wants to know who you are, why you're here, and how you beat those Trandoshans so easily."

Buffy hesitated. She didn't sense anything evil from the Wookie beside her, but she had a feeling it wasn't too good of an idea to broadcast exactly what she was too loudly. If she had to trust someone here, though, it might as well be this Wookie. "My name is Buffy. I don't know exactly how I got here. I've been trained to fight evil. Maybe you could help me look for my home, and I could help you with your whole slavery thing? After all, those guys, though incompetent, didn't really scream 'Good Guys.'"

The Wookie smiled at her widely and gave her a hug, that if she hadn't been the Slayer might have crushed her. As it was, she grunted and said, "Yeah, no problem."

He released her and she said, "You don't really owe me anything though, Wookie boy. How about we just be friends?"

The Wookie grinned at her again and W7-T2 quickly translated, saying, "He says he still owes you a life-debt, but he wouldn't mind also being your friend. He says you seem like an honorable human. I also agree, Master. You do seem very honorable."

Buffy glared at her robot and said, "Now don't you be a suck up." Then she turned to look back at her new friend and said, "So, what is your name? You do have a name, don't you?"

The Wookie puffed out his chest proudly and roared mightily. After a moment, the robot quicklyt translated.

"He says he is called Chewbacca, son of Attichitcuk."