DISSCLAIMER: The cast of Digimon belongs to Toei (I think) and Doyle belongs to Joss Wheton's twisted little mind. Feona belongs to me (If you want to borrow her just ask.) The setting belongs to George Lucas.
Authors Notes: So this introduces the two main characters that the Digidestined will be working with. Anyone wanting to know more about Doyle's life before this should watch the first nine episodes of Angel: The Series and should probably check out my other fics. I apologise for not having TPM as the time frame, but these two characters I am hoping to continue on into another series eventually. Besides, I never liked the Jedi Academy Trilogy, so I wanted to see if I could do better.
Next chapter should be Myotismon.
"This is nice." Doyle sat on a crate in the forest clearing that served as a temporary landing pad for the Blue Ray.
"You would say that," came a voice from the top of the landing ramp. Moments later the owner of the voice appeared. It was a girl in her late teens dressed in black trousers and boots, a white vest and a blue jacket, the same shade as the ships hull. Behind her she dragged a crate the same size and shape as the one Doyle was sitting on. "How about you giving me a hand?"
The man shrugged and walked up the ramp. Together they managed to pull down the crate. "So what are we doing here anyway?"
Feona shrugged. "This is where I was told to make the drop by my contact." She scanned the sky. "They should be here by now."
Doyle shaded his eyes and looked up as well. He shook his head. "Maybe they're not coming."
"Last time I deal with this lot if they don't come." She went back up the ramp and returned with her gun belt and tool kit. "Since we'll be stuck for a while I'd better take a look at that repulsorlift." She gestured at one of the landing struts. "It sounded funny as we landed."
Doyle pulled off his nerf-hide jacket. "You do that." He leant back and put his hands under his head. "I'll keep watch."
"Sure," replied Feona from under the ship.
She worked for about five minutes before she heard Doyle swearing in his native tongue. "What?"
Doyle was on his feet moving towards her. "We've got company." He pointed up.
Above them Feona could make out the triangular shape of an Imperial Star Destroyer. "Sithspit!" She ran up the ramp.
"Are we running for it?" Doyle asked, running behind her.
Feona started pulling equipment from a locker. "No, we'd be caught in their tractor beams." She pulled a large quantity of netting out. "Help me with this." They ran outside with the netting bundled in their arms. Reaching out to the Force Feona threw up the camouflage net and used telekinesis to move it into position over the top of the ship. "This'll keep them from spotting us up there."
Doyle moved back up the ramp. "I hope you're right. They wouldn't mind getting their hands on either of us." He shuddered at the thoughts of what would surely follow their capture. "I don't suppose you'll be 'listening' for them will you?"
Feona joined him at the top of the ramp. "I think that might be a good idea." She reached into a weapon locker and tossed Doyle his blaster. With her other hand she reached into the secret compartment and withdrew a shiny metal tube. She clipped her lightsaber to her gunbelt. "Doesn't mean we shouldn't prepare for me to go deaf though."
The wind dropped from around the children. Looking around Izzy noticed that the scenery had changed. "I think we've arrived."
"The question is, where is here?" asked Matt.
"I don't care as long as we didn't walk here I'm happy." Mimi knelt down on the ground. "Besides, it doesn't look like we're home so what's the hurry?"
Tai tucked his tag back under his shirt. "We should scout around a bit, find out if anyone's nearby."
"It's a bit late for that Tai."
Tai turned to Gabumon. "Why?"
Before the digimon could answer the group was hit by several stun blasts.
"Problem?" asked Doyle, hearing Feona suck in her breath.
"Oh yes," grimaced Feona. "Stormtroopers have landed and are fanning out." She winced. "I don't know what the hell that was, but it was like the fabric of the universe was spilt in two for a moment." She heard a strangled noise from Doyle. She turned and saw his eyes screwed shut. "Oh great. Just great."
Doyle slowly opened his eyes. "We need to go out there." He scrabbled in the first aid kit and took some painkillers. " I know what it was you felt. We've got some visitors to collect."
Feona checked the charge on her blaster. "I hope these people can help us get out of here."
Doyle shook his head. "They're just kids. The Imps just stunned them into submission." He checked his own blaster. "And they had these really freaky pets."
Feona moved to the hatch. "I hate to ask, but we need every advantage we can get. My skills are pretty short ranged."
Doyle nodded. The movement caused his skin to turn green and blue spikes to emerge from his skin. "Let's get this over with."
Feona nodded and hit the hatch release. She kept her blaster out as she scanned the area. "I'm not getting anything. You?"
Doyle inhaled deeply and frowned. "I smell something funny over there." He pointed.
Feona moved smoothly out from the ship, eyes darting to and fro. Doyle covered her until she stopped, then followed.
"You'd better take point. I can't find them." Feona motioned Doyle past her. They continued on until they found a patrol, fully equipped with speeder bikes and AT-ST walkers. Both swore silently under their breaths. On a hover bed between the bikes were seven children, each with an arm around a small creature. Doyle and Feona withdrew to a safe distance.
"Something is off about those children. I can feel it" whispered Feona.
"Doesn't matter. The Powers or the Force or whatever wants them away from the Empire." Doyle watched them. "Five troopers plus that walker will be hard to take."
"And we can't hurt the children while doing it," added Feona. She thought hard for a moment. "One of the children is faking it," she finally announced.
"Can you tell when the rest are about to wake up?" asked Doyle.
Feona nodded. "I think so. It's like riding a bike, you never forget."
The duo kept pace with the transport until Feona nodded. As they had previously arranged they shot the lead troopers, causing their speeder bikes to block the path of the convoy. Feona leaped up and lit her lightsaber. "I suggest you leave before I have to use this." The troops opened fire. Opening herself to the Force Feona batted away two of the bolts. The third she absorbed and spat back at the troopers as an energy beam from her left hand. Meanwhile Doyle had managed to take out another trooper with careful aim.
"Super Shocker!" The bug thing that had been held by the red haired boy took flight and let lose with an electric charge greater than the one Feona had used moments ago. It's bolt stuck home on the chest plate of one of the troopers.
"Poison Ivy!" Now the green plant like one was moving and wrapping vine like fingers around the legs of the AT-ST. The joints of the machine creaked and groaned, trying to get free.
"Boom Bubble!" A dent appeared on the control cabin. "Boom Bubble!" A second dent appeared alongside it.
"What is going on?" yelled Feona.
"Blue Blaster!" "Pepper Breath!" "Spiral Twister!" Three waves of energy hit the side of the walker, causing it to topple.
Doyle appeared from the bushes. "We'd better get out of here. They will've radioed in the attack."
Feona nodded and ran to the floating bed. "Come on kids, wake up."
"Can we go shopping Mommy?" asked a girl dressed in pink groggily.
Doyle skidded up along side Feona, shaking away the spikes. "Come on kids, now's not the time to be sleeping."
A tall blonde boy picked up a smaller blonde boy in his arms. "And why should we trust you?"
"We didn't shoot you. They did," pointed out Doyle.
The red haired boy, the tall blonde, the other girl and the brown haired boy all exchanged glances. Finally the brown haired boy replied "Okay, we'll go with you. But no funny stuff."
"We need to hurry. These helmets house a complex signalling device. They'll probably have called for reinforcements as soon as the attack began," cautioned the red-haired boy.
"This way. I have a ship that'll get us off this rock." Feona took off towards the Blue Ray. The others followed, Doyle bringing up the rear and the children carrying or dragging their pets with them. Feona got them all up the ramp, then hit the seal by the door. "Any of you children able to shoot?"
"What? With guns?" asked the smaller blonde. "I'm not allowed to use guns am I Matt?"
"It's just like in the sims, okay kids."
"What are sims? Is it an abbreviation of simulations?" asked the red head.
"Just like computer games kids," tried Doyle, using the terminology from his world. All the kids' eyes lit up.
"I'm pretty good at games," supplied the brown haired boy.
"Me and T.K. are okay too I suppose," offered the taller blonde boy.
Feona turned to Doyle. "Get then to the turrets and show them the basic firing controls. Then I expect you in the cockpit before I finish the prestart sequence."
"Yes Ma'am," joked Doyle, tossing her a mock salute.
Feona took the two girls, the red head, the tall blue haired boy and the seven animals to the lounge area. "Strap in," she said pointing to the seats. "It's likely to be a bumpy ride."
"What's going on?" asked the girl in the blue hat.
"We're going to have to run for it past a very big ship. It'll probably launch fighters and try to force us down." She saw their worried looks. "Don't worry. We'll make it. We've got the Force on our side." I hope she mentally added on the way to the cockpit.
She sat in her chair and booted up the nav computer. She calculated a quick jump to the edge of the system as Doyle joined her, sliding into the co-pilot's chair.
"Ready," he asked.
Feona nodded and pulled on a head set. "Okay kids, I need to remember your numbers."
Doyle pulled on his head set. "T.K., you're in pod one, Tai, you're in pod two and Matt, you're in pod three. You all set?" He heard three affirmative answers. "Then let's kick it up!" He heard a group of war whoops over the head set and from the lounge.
Feona grinned and hit the ignition. She brought the repulsorlifts up and kicked in the sublight drive. The Blue Ray shuddered in protest as she made it climb at too steep an angle.
"We've got fighters coming in," called out Doyle. "Four TIE fighters at three-ten."
"I hope you guy's have figured out how to use those guns, cause those TIE's will be in range in about two minutes." Feona rolled the ship so it's narrowest profile was presented to the oncoming fighters.
"We're getting a transmission from the Star Destroyer Emperor's Glory." Doyle looked up from his board.
"Put them through, but keep the kids out of the loop." Feona heard a crunch as the comm system changed frequencies. "This is Captain Feona Seacrest of the Blue Ray. What can I do for you?"
The Imperial captain came straight to the point. "Return to the planet's surface and power down or we will be forced to fire."
"Captain, I have a schedule to keep to, and my clients get most testy if I don't deliver on time." She looked at Doyle. Thirty seconds mouthed Doyle. "Listen Captain, I'm leaving. You can try to stop me, but I doubt you can." There was another crunch as her headset changed back to the internal comm-link. "You set guys? It's now or never." The rangemeter flashed red and she could see the green streaks leaping out from the four fighters. Feona started the ship jinking until they closed to half a klick. "Get ready, your first targets are coming up boys." Feona brought the ship round in a hard turn that even the inertial compensators could not keep up with.
"Yee ha!" came the yell from pod two as Tai's firing yielded a fireball. The remaining three fighters broke formation.
"Great shot," encouraged Doyle. He looked over at Feona. She was hunched over the controls.
"T.K., get ready." Feona swung the ship around and plunged into the atmosphere at a steep angle. The friction of the atmosphere caused the shields to glow. The TIE fighters however had to slow down due to their lack of atmospheric shields. Two fireballs marked the ends of two of their pursuers. "Good going T.K., Tai. Let's get the hell out of here!" She pulled up from the dive and threw all power to acceleration.
"Er, Feona," interrupted Doyle. "The Emperor's Glory has launched a whole squadron of TIE's."
"Bring em on," came Tai's voice from the headset.
"Tai, shut up." Feona turned to Doyle. "Are we clear?"
Doyle checked his board. "Half a klick to go." He watched a while longer until the gravity field warning light went out. "We're clear." Feona threw the hyperspace levers. The stars outside the cockpit window turned to streaks, then snapped back. "Got a new course Doyle?"
"Come about to five-ten. "
Feona complied, then threw the levers once more. She leant back in her chair. "What the hell was all that about?"
Well? Comments sugestions and critisim equally well resieved.
