Note: This will seem like a stretch, but I hope it will all work out. I enjoy transplanting characters from various properties between each other, and had been reading a lot of Star Wars and watching a bootlegged Into Darkness recently, and had this idea. And I really wanted to get it down. So, here we go. I do not own Star Wars or Star Trek. Please review.
Into Darkness
Chapter 1-Assault and Ruin
He felt his mind grow in awareness, sliding slowly out of the lucid reality of dreams.
He shouldn't have felt that. He shouldn't have been able to feel anything.
This was wrong. Very wrong. He felt his eyes slowly drag themselves open, gazing at the frost-covered glass before his face. He reached out and wiped some of the frost away.
The sight before him made him panic as nothing ever had.
They were gone. All of them. His fear and desperation gave him strength, and he shoved upward, forcing the top of the pod open. He dragged himself out and tumbled to the metal floor, choking now on half-frozen air in his lungs.
He gazed around and clenched his eyes shut, willing this to be a dream, a nightmare. Some horror inadvertently concocted by his still-sleeping mind. He opened his eyes and saw nothing but the empty hold. Felt nothing but clarity and horrible certainty that what he saw before him, the nothing, the emptiness, was real.
He screamed in loss and rage that had no bounds or equal.
They gazed down at the bodies on the floor below them. Some were Oldtimers, some were Theran Listeners. All were alive. All were suffering.
Two beings weren't lying down. One wore the robes of a Jedi, moving between the victims energetically. Valin Horn. The other was a man Luke did not recognize. He wore tight-fighting black garments, his face was pale, framed by black hair. Eyes blue and cold as ice gazed up at him.
"Master Skywalker," Valin began.
The unknown man stalked towards Valin and drove an elbow between the young Jedi's neck and shoulder. He spun Valin around and drove him to the floor with a powerful punch. Backing away from the now unconscious, deluded Jedi, the man drew a pistol, of a make Luke had never seen before.
"He is yours to deal with, Skywalker." The man said, his voice forceful, somewhat deep. "I'll go about the business of releasing these poor souls." Luke, Ben and Vestara descended and lifted Valin's unconscious body from the floor. The man turned and approached one of the curled Listeners and crouched down beside him. "I know. It hurts beyond any pain," the man said softy. "I will free you." He held the pistol over the Listener's face.
"What are you-" Luke asked.
There was a horrible screeching sound and the Listener's face was engulfed in burst of bright red light. Luke felt his life blink out of existence. He drew his lightsaber.
The man was up and moving, simultaneously firing blasts into the chests and heads of several of the Oldtimers and Listeners while directing some towards Luke. The shots moved far faster than any blaster bolt. He just barely managed to catch them on his blade. The man dove into a small tunnel beneath the catwalk that stretched over their heads and disappeared, as though he had turned invisible. But his voice rang out.
"They are beyond saving, Skywalker. All that can be done for them is to end their lives before they are twisted into her servants."
He had to stop. He had to think. Raging at nothing would achieve just that. He stretched out his senses, feeling for them, reaching out farther than he could believe. He could not feel them. He turned his attention to his ship. And he felt it. The taint that could mean only one thing.
The Abomination had been here. Had taken them.
He knew what he had to do.
Gavar Khai had chosen to spend the night aboard the Black Wave rather than with his wife. He had informed her of this prior to departing for the masquerade; as a good Sith wife, she accepted that her husband had his reasons, and obeyed.
Because of this, Gavar Khai lived long enough see all he held dear destroyed.
A feeling of terror, of warning, struck him in the Force. The blaring of an alert klaxon tore him from his sleep. He threw on his robes and rushed to the bridge to find his crew in their seats, bleary-eyed and frightened.
"Saber Khai" one of them said. "We felt Abeloth. She is warnin-"
They all fell slightly to one side as a shockwave rocked the ship.
Gavar Khai gazed out of the viewscreen, fighting to keep his eyes on the visage of destruction.
A ship, a single large ship whose structure was utterly alien, was flicking and diving above Tahv with impossible speed and manuverability for its size, firing barrages of lazers and missiles and bombs indiscriminately into the city. Khai saw one missile, glowing a dull green, fracture into a hundred fragments of crystal that exploded when they hit the ground, explosions quickly consumed by the detonation of the core of the missile as it struck the center of the miniature web of fire. A red ball fell into the slums near the edge of the city and exploded in a shockwave that shattered windows in Tahv's center, that forced the wall surrounding the section of the city to topple beneath it's gale.
Against his better judgment, Khai reached out in the Force, searching for the presence of his wife. He felt her, panicked, in agonizing pain.
A missile, glowing blue and trailing smoke, flashed into the inner circle of the city, and he felt his wife vanish from his senses as a sphere of white-hot flame burst into existence. He caught himself on the railing, head bowed, willing his body and face to not show the pain he felt.
"That ship…" He said, voice trembling with fury. He turned to his crew. "We will tear it down."
The Black Wave roared up to the ship, firing all the weapons it could fire. Concussion missiles, proton torpedoes, lazer blasts. It was not the only one either. What few ships of the Tribe's fleet that had escaped the ground had the same idea as Khai: vengeance. Well over half a dozen ships converged on the attacker, firing at it, slowly chipping away at its frame.
The ship spun horizontally, firing lazers and missiles at the remains of the Tribe's fleet. Khai could see the engines, glowing and open and waiting to be destroyed, that the audacious, now doomed attacker might be brought low.
"Target the engines." He said.
The Black Wave's assault shifted focus, and others followed suit. The ship was now trapped. No matter where it turned or how it moved, it was targeted and shot. Half of the engines erupted in fireballs and the ship began to fall.
The remaining engines fired, pushing the ship up at an angle. It crashed into, then through the ship on Khai's right. Gazing at the ship as it began to fall again, it's remaining engines all but spent, Khai could see into the cockpit, see the pilot.
He wore a piecemeal gray cloak and hood over a tight black shirt. His pale face framed by black hair. His eyes blue and cold as ice. His expression suggested a barely maintained detachment from the carnage, yet there was an almost perverse satisfaction just beneath the surface.
Khai could swear the man was looking at him.
The man began to shift, but didn't move. His body seemed to shudder violently, like a poorly connected holotransmission.
His visage grew steadily blurrier, until he was barely distinct. Then, nothing.
The man was gone, his seat at the cockpit empty.
The ship fell, the few engines remaining active pushing it to fall faster.
Khai realized with horror what would happen a second before it did.
The ship crashed into Tahv, carving a path of wreckage through what little was left of the city. Its momentum carried it into and through the boundary wall.
Then, like a violent exclamation point on the destruction that had befallen the city, the ship exploded in a wave of plasma, bathing almost a quarter of the ruins its crash had left in blue fire.
In case you haven't figured it out by now, this is not following the regular plot. Also, in case this wasn't clear from the start-note, for the mysterious ass-kicker/murderer, just go ahead and picture Benedict Cumberbatch. I'd also like to make one thing clear: this isn't a crossover. This is me transplanting a character and altering their history so they fit in Star Wars.