Legends of the Slayer's Knight
Author: Jedi Knight aka Vampyr64 aka Socrates
Category: Story/Action/Adventure/Drama/Romance
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and ME own Buffy, George Lucas owns Star Wars, I own the rest of the universe. IT'S MINE I TELL YA, ALL MINE, MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!
Summary: Hmm… It's actually a bit complicated and it would give the story away. Let's just say that Buffy, Willow and Xander take a little trip…
Rating: PG-13, to R, for violence and graphic nudity, hehe, just kidding!
Spoilers: This story takes place at the beginning of say season 2 so up till then.
Feedback: I DEMAND IT!…. Pwease?
Authors notes: I love these little things. Okay, well I decided to change the entire approach for my Star Wars/Buffy crossover. Those of you who read the first part of A New Hope, just forget about it cause that story is gone the way of the dodo. I think this concept works much better and will hopefully be more enjoyable. Who knows, I might even finish this one!
The adventure continues…
The Jedi, Malkon Cross, was not having the best of days. It had started off well enough at first, well as good as could be expected for a wanted man on the run from extermination squads, but then that pesky Imperial Cruiser had to hyperspace in from seemingly nowhere and hit his ship with a powerful tractor beam. Before he knew it he found himself in the Cruisers hanger bay with a squad of Imperial Stormtroopers pointing decidedly nasty looking blasters at him.
That wouldn't have been so bad really, but now he found himself in an interrogation chamber where some burly oaf was in the process of pounding on him. Apparently the Imp's must have figured that an interrogation droid wouldn't be as effective as an old fashioned pounding.
Lucky him.
For the life of him he couldn't understand why they would possibly want to interrogate him, given that he really had no information of value. Then again they hadn't asked him any questions yet so this fit. I bet they just want to watch me bleed a little he though, or a lot.
Years ago, when he was still a pad wan learner, on a special assignment to a world on the outer rim of the galaxy, he and his master had been captured by a fanatical religious sect of a rather vicious race called the Forsythe. His master and he had been taken to the lowest reaches of a huge and rather ominous looking citadel, and tortured for long hours on end. The pain became so intense that it was only by placing himself into a trance state was he able to keep from going mad.
Not one of the more pleasant experiences in his life to be sure. But, it had served a purpose.
The 'session' he was undergoing now seemed rather tame in comparison. Incompetent fools he thought wryly as the man doubling as a vibro-hammer reared back to deliver another hard blow. Still… might as well give a good show of it.
He waited for the blow and rocked his head back accordingly, adding a small moan for effect.
The small man standing behind the interrogator let out a cackling laugh that sounded something between a Ralgarian hyena and a Czthe lizard, and it looked to Cross like the mere expenditure of energy had winded the little toad.
He stepped past the towering giant and right up to Cross, no doubt feeling a sense of empowerment, what with Malkon being tied down and all. It was strange how people could delude themselves into thinking they possesses power. Strange indeed.
"Well Jedi," the man squealed in delight, "I see we aren't quite as braggart now, are we?" He leaned in close so he was right in Cross's face, giving him a good whiff off the weasels breath, and it smelled like whatever he had recently eaten may not have been quite dead at the time. "Where is your precious force now?" he whispered in a tone that was probably meant to be vicious, but that only succeeded in forcing Malkon to fight the sudden overwhelming urge to laugh his head off.
Instead he settled for fixing the twerp with a look that caused him to jump back quickly, despite the fact that Cross was rather securely tied to the slab he lay on.
"Do they teach lessons on how to be menacing at the Imperial Academy?" He questioned wryly, "Cause if so you either must have skipped that class or you might want to speak with them about hiring a new instructor."
The Imperial scowled at him from his position cowering behind the interrogator. "Brave words rogue." He spat, "But we shall see how your bravery holds out."
Malkon smirked at him. "Bring it on."
As the words left his lips a piercing scream shattered the relative silence of the chamber, reaching down into Cross's very soul and stabbing deeply into it. The force around him shuddered in pain and he felt it keenly through his link. Someone was being put through hell.
The Imperial rat saw Malkon's discomfiture and smiled through a set of pointy teeth. "My pleasure" he squealed in delight.
The world resolved itself for Xander Harris in an explosion of pain, and it was as if pain was all he ever new. As if it were something that was so inexorably connected to him that it could have been another limb. As his consciousness swirled more into focus he became aware of a loud noise coming from…. Well… he wasn't quite sure where it was coming from, but it was extremely loud and very disturbing for some reason, though he couldn't pinpoint it. Then it hit him, someone was screaming, and from the sound of their cries they were being put through incredible agony.
It was about that time that he realized he couldn't feel anything, aside from the pain there was a complete numbness and this bothered him greatly. He would have tried to figure it out, except he couldn't concentrate with all that screaming. It was incredibly annoying.
He tried to think, to concentrate on some thought other then how much pain he was feeling, anything to take his mind off it, but that damn noise was just too distracting. Well he had had enough of it already.
He tried to open his mouth to tell the poor soul to please shut the hell up, but nothing seemed to come out, and the screaming continued. That was when it struck him and it was like awaking from some horrible dream to find oneself in the midst of a nightmare.
He… Was the one screaming.
The thought was so destructive that it shattered the threads that so tenuously kept him conscious and his entire world dissolved once again, to the sound… of screaming.
It was right there, in front of her. If only she could reach it. Buffy Summers redoubled her efforts as the light began to float away from her, trying to evade her, but she would not let it. No one got away from her. She was Buffy the Vampire slayer and she didn't lose.
The light continued to speed up, trying to escape at all costs, but it wasn't fast enough, or perhaps it was that she was simply too fast for it. She reached her prize and leaped forward, into the light, right into…
She snapped back to consciousness so abruptly that her entire body rocked forward and fell from the bench, slamming her face first onto the cold, hard deck.
Woozily she pulled herself to her knees and then her feet, blinking her eyes and shaking her head to get rid of the remaining vestiges of sleep. She discovered this wasn't such a good idea however when she was hit with an intense wave of nausea and had to grip tightly to an overhanging bar to keep her knees from buckling.
She waited a moment for the dizziness to pass, and surveyed her surroundings. It looked to be a cell of some kind, with gray walls all around and an opening ahead of her. That seemed rather strange. Typically one did not place openings into prison cells. It sort of defeated the entire purpose of keeping people in them. Something about the opening struck her as wrong though.
Buffy glanced at the bench beside her and gasped, "Willow!"
The redhead softly stirred at her words, then a moment more of silence it was broken by a tiny "Bu…ff..yy?"
Buffy leaned down next to her friend, "Yeah Wills, it's me." The other girl rolled over slowly to face her and lifted a pale hand to her face, "What happened?"
Buffy sighed and shook her head softly "I don't know. One minute we were in that fight with that demon… and now…we're… here." she finished lamely, shrugging her shoulders.
Willow nodded and lifted herself to a sitting position before taking a look around them. "I don't like the looks of this place, "She remarked after a few moments, shaking her head slowly."
"Me neither." Buffy agreed, "And I'm really not liking that Xander isn't here."
"Yeah." Willow squeaked, looking at her friend in alarm. "He was in that fight with us, and that demon was really going at him! What if he-"
"Will stop it!" Buffy commanded gently but firmly. "We'll find him, okay? I'm not losing anyone."
Willow looked scared still but nodded at her friend and gave her a small smile, to let her know she wouldn't flip out on her.
"Good." Buffy said, "Now let's see about getting out of here." She stood to her feet and slowly approached the strange opening.
"Buffy, I don't like the looks of that. "Willow spoke from just behind her, "It reminds me of one of those brigs on star trek, ya know the ones with fore fields."
"Will's this is reality not sci-fi" The Slayer scolded, "Still…". She reached into her pocked and rummaged around for something to use. Her hand brushed across the nub of a number 2 pencil she had had in her pocked for a few weeks, and she palmed it. "Can't be too careful now can we?" she said as she lifted her hand and tossed the pencil, "Not that anything could possibly-"
Her words were cut short as a previously invisible field sparked to life and the pencil bounced off it and smacked the deck before her with a sizzling sound.
Buffy heard soft sounds coming behind her and turned to find her friend with a self righteous smile plastered on her face.
Buffy scowled at her. "Not. One. Word." she warned.
The redhead remained silent.
"Now how are we supposed to get out of here?"
Malkon was growing tired of this. He had put on good show for long enough and he couldn't draw on the force indefinitely to blunt the blows.
The Imperial weasel, as Cross had come to know him, held up his hand to stop his 'associate' and stepped forward once more.
"Have you had enough Jedi?"
Cross plastered on a grin, "What, did you do something?"
The smile left the little mans face and he scowled at him. He stepped back and disappeared from Malkon's field of view, reappearing a minute later with a long silver tube gripped in his tiny hands.
Malkon's eyes locked onto the object immediately, That's just what I need.
"Y'know," The tiny man began, "I've always found these things to be the most fascinating of weapons. I mean, you don't even have to swing really, just touch your opponent and push a little, simple as that. I imagine they are rather painful though, slicing through skin." As he said this the man pointed the tube at Malkon and placed his hand on what looked like a switch on the cylinder, "Most unpleasant."
"Yeah," Malkon agreed, "And you're about to find that out first hand."
"Really!?!" The little rat looked incredulous. "Well Mr. Cross, do you mind telling me how you plan on overpowering my friend here, "He motioned at the gargantuan who had been working him over, "Those men back there, "He pointed behind him to the contingent of three Stormtroopers behind him, "The ones back there," A motion to the two troopers on either side of Malkon's slab, "And me?" The man leaned in close again, his rancid breath once again on Malkon's face. "I would be ever so interested as to hearing how you plan to do all that, especially being as that you are all tied up." he finished before stepping back, and eyeing Malkon mockingly. "Well?"
Malkon looked him right in the eyes… and smiled. "Easy…"
Moving almost faster then the eye could follow, Malkon gave a flick of his bound wrists and the restraints being manipulated by the force, retracted, freeing his hands. He leapt to his feet and reached out with the force, snatching the lightsaber from the startled Imperials hands. He grabbed the blade out of the air, and quickly spun, holding the blade at an angle in front of his body, and completed a 360, halving the two Stormtroopers behind him. As he came of the spin he switched the blade to his left hand and struck out at the gargantuan interrogator, catching him in the chest and felling him. Not even stopping as the beast of a man tumbled, he leapt forward and into the air, tucking into a flip and coming down in the middle of the three Stormtroopers.
He swept the blade to his side, separating the one troopers head from his shoulders, and immediately pulled back and plunged the blade into the man on his right, in between his shoulder blades. The third trooper, frightened by his rapidly dwindling forces, spun and made mad dash for a console a few meters away, where the alarm switch was. Malkon turned to him and without a word shot out with the hand that gripped his light saber. The saber launched from his fingertips and shot through the air like a javelin, skewering the remaining trooper through the back of his head. The mans momentum kept his legs moving even as his body toppled, sending him crashing into the duraplast monitoring screen, shattering it and sending shards scattering to the floor.
The trooper slumped over the shattered screen, even as the lightsaber, called using the force, spun around like a boomerang and shot back into Malkon's hand. Malkon pivoted on his left foot and closed the distance between he and the weasel in less then a second, struck out with the blade, his strike stopping just short of hitting the panicked man, who was wondering how six men had been taken out before he was even able to fully process that his prisoner had broken free of his bonds.
In fact, the Jedi had been so quick that when he spoke next, the Imperial was able to latch onto his sentence and connect it to the last word he had spoken, almost as if there hadn't been a pause at all. "I'm that good."
End Part 2
Feedback please. Let me know if the fight scene was okay or if I need to work on it, because there are going to be quite a few in this story. It is Star Wars after all. Of course, there will be plenty of deep thought and even romance so fear not.
Author: Jedi Knight aka Vampyr64 aka Socrates
Category: Story/Action/Adventure/Drama/Romance
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and ME own Buffy, George Lucas owns Star Wars, I own the rest of the universe. IT'S MINE I TELL YA, ALL MINE, MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!
Summary: Hmm… It's actually a bit complicated and it would give the story away. Let's just say that Buffy, Willow and Xander take a little trip…
Rating: PG-13, to R, for violence and graphic nudity, hehe, just kidding!
Spoilers: This story takes place at the beginning of say season 2 so up till then.
Feedback: I DEMAND IT!…. Pwease?
Authors notes: I love these little things. Okay, well I decided to change the entire approach for my Star Wars/Buffy crossover. Those of you who read the first part of A New Hope, just forget about it cause that story is gone the way of the dodo. I think this concept works much better and will hopefully be more enjoyable. Who knows, I might even finish this one!
The adventure continues…
The Jedi, Malkon Cross, was not having the best of days. It had started off well enough at first, well as good as could be expected for a wanted man on the run from extermination squads, but then that pesky Imperial Cruiser had to hyperspace in from seemingly nowhere and hit his ship with a powerful tractor beam. Before he knew it he found himself in the Cruisers hanger bay with a squad of Imperial Stormtroopers pointing decidedly nasty looking blasters at him.
That wouldn't have been so bad really, but now he found himself in an interrogation chamber where some burly oaf was in the process of pounding on him. Apparently the Imp's must have figured that an interrogation droid wouldn't be as effective as an old fashioned pounding.
Lucky him.
For the life of him he couldn't understand why they would possibly want to interrogate him, given that he really had no information of value. Then again they hadn't asked him any questions yet so this fit. I bet they just want to watch me bleed a little he though, or a lot.
Years ago, when he was still a pad wan learner, on a special assignment to a world on the outer rim of the galaxy, he and his master had been captured by a fanatical religious sect of a rather vicious race called the Forsythe. His master and he had been taken to the lowest reaches of a huge and rather ominous looking citadel, and tortured for long hours on end. The pain became so intense that it was only by placing himself into a trance state was he able to keep from going mad.
Not one of the more pleasant experiences in his life to be sure. But, it had served a purpose.
The 'session' he was undergoing now seemed rather tame in comparison. Incompetent fools he thought wryly as the man doubling as a vibro-hammer reared back to deliver another hard blow. Still… might as well give a good show of it.
He waited for the blow and rocked his head back accordingly, adding a small moan for effect.
The small man standing behind the interrogator let out a cackling laugh that sounded something between a Ralgarian hyena and a Czthe lizard, and it looked to Cross like the mere expenditure of energy had winded the little toad.
He stepped past the towering giant and right up to Cross, no doubt feeling a sense of empowerment, what with Malkon being tied down and all. It was strange how people could delude themselves into thinking they possesses power. Strange indeed.
"Well Jedi," the man squealed in delight, "I see we aren't quite as braggart now, are we?" He leaned in close so he was right in Cross's face, giving him a good whiff off the weasels breath, and it smelled like whatever he had recently eaten may not have been quite dead at the time. "Where is your precious force now?" he whispered in a tone that was probably meant to be vicious, but that only succeeded in forcing Malkon to fight the sudden overwhelming urge to laugh his head off.
Instead he settled for fixing the twerp with a look that caused him to jump back quickly, despite the fact that Cross was rather securely tied to the slab he lay on.
"Do they teach lessons on how to be menacing at the Imperial Academy?" He questioned wryly, "Cause if so you either must have skipped that class or you might want to speak with them about hiring a new instructor."
The Imperial scowled at him from his position cowering behind the interrogator. "Brave words rogue." He spat, "But we shall see how your bravery holds out."
Malkon smirked at him. "Bring it on."
As the words left his lips a piercing scream shattered the relative silence of the chamber, reaching down into Cross's very soul and stabbing deeply into it. The force around him shuddered in pain and he felt it keenly through his link. Someone was being put through hell.
The Imperial rat saw Malkon's discomfiture and smiled through a set of pointy teeth. "My pleasure" he squealed in delight.
The world resolved itself for Xander Harris in an explosion of pain, and it was as if pain was all he ever new. As if it were something that was so inexorably connected to him that it could have been another limb. As his consciousness swirled more into focus he became aware of a loud noise coming from…. Well… he wasn't quite sure where it was coming from, but it was extremely loud and very disturbing for some reason, though he couldn't pinpoint it. Then it hit him, someone was screaming, and from the sound of their cries they were being put through incredible agony.
It was about that time that he realized he couldn't feel anything, aside from the pain there was a complete numbness and this bothered him greatly. He would have tried to figure it out, except he couldn't concentrate with all that screaming. It was incredibly annoying.
He tried to think, to concentrate on some thought other then how much pain he was feeling, anything to take his mind off it, but that damn noise was just too distracting. Well he had had enough of it already.
He tried to open his mouth to tell the poor soul to please shut the hell up, but nothing seemed to come out, and the screaming continued. That was when it struck him and it was like awaking from some horrible dream to find oneself in the midst of a nightmare.
He… Was the one screaming.
The thought was so destructive that it shattered the threads that so tenuously kept him conscious and his entire world dissolved once again, to the sound… of screaming.
It was right there, in front of her. If only she could reach it. Buffy Summers redoubled her efforts as the light began to float away from her, trying to evade her, but she would not let it. No one got away from her. She was Buffy the Vampire slayer and she didn't lose.
The light continued to speed up, trying to escape at all costs, but it wasn't fast enough, or perhaps it was that she was simply too fast for it. She reached her prize and leaped forward, into the light, right into…
She snapped back to consciousness so abruptly that her entire body rocked forward and fell from the bench, slamming her face first onto the cold, hard deck.
Woozily she pulled herself to her knees and then her feet, blinking her eyes and shaking her head to get rid of the remaining vestiges of sleep. She discovered this wasn't such a good idea however when she was hit with an intense wave of nausea and had to grip tightly to an overhanging bar to keep her knees from buckling.
She waited a moment for the dizziness to pass, and surveyed her surroundings. It looked to be a cell of some kind, with gray walls all around and an opening ahead of her. That seemed rather strange. Typically one did not place openings into prison cells. It sort of defeated the entire purpose of keeping people in them. Something about the opening struck her as wrong though.
Buffy glanced at the bench beside her and gasped, "Willow!"
The redhead softly stirred at her words, then a moment more of silence it was broken by a tiny "Bu…ff..yy?"
Buffy leaned down next to her friend, "Yeah Wills, it's me." The other girl rolled over slowly to face her and lifted a pale hand to her face, "What happened?"
Buffy sighed and shook her head softly "I don't know. One minute we were in that fight with that demon… and now…we're… here." she finished lamely, shrugging her shoulders.
Willow nodded and lifted herself to a sitting position before taking a look around them. "I don't like the looks of this place, "She remarked after a few moments, shaking her head slowly."
"Me neither." Buffy agreed, "And I'm really not liking that Xander isn't here."
"Yeah." Willow squeaked, looking at her friend in alarm. "He was in that fight with us, and that demon was really going at him! What if he-"
"Will stop it!" Buffy commanded gently but firmly. "We'll find him, okay? I'm not losing anyone."
Willow looked scared still but nodded at her friend and gave her a small smile, to let her know she wouldn't flip out on her.
"Good." Buffy said, "Now let's see about getting out of here." She stood to her feet and slowly approached the strange opening.
"Buffy, I don't like the looks of that. "Willow spoke from just behind her, "It reminds me of one of those brigs on star trek, ya know the ones with fore fields."
"Will's this is reality not sci-fi" The Slayer scolded, "Still…". She reached into her pocked and rummaged around for something to use. Her hand brushed across the nub of a number 2 pencil she had had in her pocked for a few weeks, and she palmed it. "Can't be too careful now can we?" she said as she lifted her hand and tossed the pencil, "Not that anything could possibly-"
Her words were cut short as a previously invisible field sparked to life and the pencil bounced off it and smacked the deck before her with a sizzling sound.
Buffy heard soft sounds coming behind her and turned to find her friend with a self righteous smile plastered on her face.
Buffy scowled at her. "Not. One. Word." she warned.
The redhead remained silent.
"Now how are we supposed to get out of here?"
Malkon was growing tired of this. He had put on good show for long enough and he couldn't draw on the force indefinitely to blunt the blows.
The Imperial weasel, as Cross had come to know him, held up his hand to stop his 'associate' and stepped forward once more.
"Have you had enough Jedi?"
Cross plastered on a grin, "What, did you do something?"
The smile left the little mans face and he scowled at him. He stepped back and disappeared from Malkon's field of view, reappearing a minute later with a long silver tube gripped in his tiny hands.
Malkon's eyes locked onto the object immediately, That's just what I need.
"Y'know," The tiny man began, "I've always found these things to be the most fascinating of weapons. I mean, you don't even have to swing really, just touch your opponent and push a little, simple as that. I imagine they are rather painful though, slicing through skin." As he said this the man pointed the tube at Malkon and placed his hand on what looked like a switch on the cylinder, "Most unpleasant."
"Yeah," Malkon agreed, "And you're about to find that out first hand."
"Really!?!" The little rat looked incredulous. "Well Mr. Cross, do you mind telling me how you plan on overpowering my friend here, "He motioned at the gargantuan who had been working him over, "Those men back there, "He pointed behind him to the contingent of three Stormtroopers behind him, "The ones back there," A motion to the two troopers on either side of Malkon's slab, "And me?" The man leaned in close again, his rancid breath once again on Malkon's face. "I would be ever so interested as to hearing how you plan to do all that, especially being as that you are all tied up." he finished before stepping back, and eyeing Malkon mockingly. "Well?"
Malkon looked him right in the eyes… and smiled. "Easy…"
Moving almost faster then the eye could follow, Malkon gave a flick of his bound wrists and the restraints being manipulated by the force, retracted, freeing his hands. He leapt to his feet and reached out with the force, snatching the lightsaber from the startled Imperials hands. He grabbed the blade out of the air, and quickly spun, holding the blade at an angle in front of his body, and completed a 360, halving the two Stormtroopers behind him. As he came of the spin he switched the blade to his left hand and struck out at the gargantuan interrogator, catching him in the chest and felling him. Not even stopping as the beast of a man tumbled, he leapt forward and into the air, tucking into a flip and coming down in the middle of the three Stormtroopers.
He swept the blade to his side, separating the one troopers head from his shoulders, and immediately pulled back and plunged the blade into the man on his right, in between his shoulder blades. The third trooper, frightened by his rapidly dwindling forces, spun and made mad dash for a console a few meters away, where the alarm switch was. Malkon turned to him and without a word shot out with the hand that gripped his light saber. The saber launched from his fingertips and shot through the air like a javelin, skewering the remaining trooper through the back of his head. The mans momentum kept his legs moving even as his body toppled, sending him crashing into the duraplast monitoring screen, shattering it and sending shards scattering to the floor.
The trooper slumped over the shattered screen, even as the lightsaber, called using the force, spun around like a boomerang and shot back into Malkon's hand. Malkon pivoted on his left foot and closed the distance between he and the weasel in less then a second, struck out with the blade, his strike stopping just short of hitting the panicked man, who was wondering how six men had been taken out before he was even able to fully process that his prisoner had broken free of his bonds.
In fact, the Jedi had been so quick that when he spoke next, the Imperial was able to latch onto his sentence and connect it to the last word he had spoken, almost as if there hadn't been a pause at all. "I'm that good."
End Part 2
Feedback please. Let me know if the fight scene was okay or if I need to work on it, because there are going to be quite a few in this story. It is Star Wars after all. Of course, there will be plenty of deep thought and even romance so fear not.
