(I'm back:D Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this new story. For those of you who don't know me, I'm Secret7 and I love writing crossovers. oh how I loooove them And this, in fact, is one of the many I've been itching to write. Hope you like it, --Secret7)

Powerpuff-Star Wars:

The Fall

Midnight.

Townsville, Planet Earth.

The flaming ship flew through the night sky, burning the clouds themselves. The pilot screamed, activating a distress beacon, but it was far too late. The object slammed into Townsville Park, and there was an explosion of light.

This single event would change the galaxy forever.

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Awake.

Blossom's eyes suddenly opened. The dream…it was so odd…She barely understood the dream at all. It was more of a nightmare really. About a Utopia…spoiled. Ruined and shook down to it's foundations for a new order. And, on the top of the steel house of cards was a single cloaked individual. He stood on the top, and then stared at Blossom right in the eyes. The fiery eyes she had seen, full of hatred…it was Hell or something like it.

She climbed herself out of bed. Things had changed so much in nine years. They were nearing the end of Middle School, and were soon to go to Townsville High. Buttercup had actually taken on yet another title as a vigilante who fought criminals at night, keeping her name secret and calling herself "Spore", like her other, more ill-fated superhero identity. Bubbles was still pretty much the same, except for the fact that she was a social outcast, with only her best friend (maybe more?) Mike Believe to keep her company, along with, of course, Robyn.

Blossom let out a yawn. Things had changed so much. They were, of course, still superheroes, just older, more experienced ones. And, speaking of which, there was the villains. They had taken a turn for the better, as almost no one wanted to mess with the Powerpuff Girls now, besides (naturally) Mojo Jojo and HIM.

"Girls!" The Professor shouted from down the stairs. This woke up Bubbles and Buttercup with a snap and the Professor continued. "The Mayor's called! Something fascinating has happened! A meteorite has crashed in our city. Of course, no one was hurt, but still. Investigators have said it might be an actual extraterrestrial spacecraft!" Utonium said with glee. "However," he added, "the police refuse to investigate unless you come. Just in case, of course."

"Be right there!" Blossom shouted, putting some clothes on. She shook her long, beautiful hair, and put on her pink shirt and blue-jeans. She looked in the mirror. I'm cool, she told herself. Yeah…I'm hot. True love is coming! I just know it!

Bubbles and Buttercup were likewise getting dressed, occasionally thinking about what the boys in their class would think of their clothes.

"I think Mike will find me irresistible!" Bubbles said excitedly.

"You idiot! We're not going to school yet! First we need to check out this spaceship crap!" Buttercup said sourly.

"What's wrong?" Bubbles gloated. "Just because I have a might-be boyfriend are you scared?"

"No!" Buttercup was quick to respond. "I think that Mike Believe is a freaking dork if I've ever seen one!"

"No he's not! He writes poetry, stories, he paints…what else could you want in a person?"

"Howabout toughness? And the ability to actually defend yourself? Yeah, like Mike's gonna fend off a serial killer with a paintbrush!"

"Shut up!"

"You shut up!"

"Both of you shut up!" Blossom shouted. "Let's just go and investigate this crash site and get it over with!"

Bubbles and Buttercup stared at Blossom, their rage seething. Blossom felt a twinge of hate back.

"Let's just go already," Buttercup murmured.

They flew off, without a word.

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Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith stared out of the Star Destroyer window, into the cold vacuum of space. A planet was nearby. It looked volcanic, almost like the planet Mustafar.

Hell.

Where he had been reborn.

The suck-hiss sound of his breathing mask filled the room. Vader fingered his lightsaber, anger surging through his soul. He wanted to kill everyone on the Star Destroyer. Why not? They were all useless to his Master. He would not mind, would he?

He took control of his anger. Sidious had taught him not to let your anger explode, but to rather concentrate it, as a beam of pure hatred and destruction.

"Lord Vader?" a meek voice called.

"Yes, commander?"

"We…we have a distress signal. One of the scouts we sent out to look for the rebels…appears to be dead."

"What is the significance of this event, Commander Vienar?"

"Well…um…sir…I…"

"What planet is the signal coming from?"

"I believe it's here," said Vienar, turning on a holomap of the galaxy and pointing to a small green-blue planet.

Vader concentrated on the planet. There was something there…elusive, but powerful. At least one powerful force-sensitive, not unlike the one who had quite recently destroyed the Death Star.

"Set course to this planet," Vader commanded. "I have a plan…"

His mechanical eye-glasses glinted in the artificial light of the Star Destroyer Executer.

An apprentice…what a truly fascinating prospect…

To be continued.