Legends of the Knight, the Witch and the Slayer

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!

A narrow escape…..

The Imperial Star Destroyer, Revengeance. The Outer Rim of the galaxy

The Imperial Commander stood before them, cowering in terror, his eyes sweeping across the room, taking in the sight of the fallen storm troopers, cut down before they even knew what hit them. And now he had no one to protect him against the Jedi and his companions.

Malkon Cross shut off the glowing blue blade of his saber and stepped forward casually, his gaze fixed on the cowering Imperial.

It had been easy enough getting this far. A quick scan of the area using the force had located the life sign of the boy his new friends were looking for. They made it to the interrogation room in short order, but when they arrived they found no sign of the lad, save the Imperial officer who had interrogated him and his contingent of guards. They had been dealt with easy enough.

Buffy growled low in her throat and lunged at the frightened officer, gripping his collar and lifting him into the air a good 5 feet.

"Where is he!?!" she demanded of the man, who looked as if he might faint.

Despite his dire situation, the Imp officer had apparently been trained well and kept his mouth shut. He knew quite well the consequences of giving information away to the enemy, and they were anything but pleasant. "I'm not saying anything." he maintained, though his voice was trembling.

Buffy looked as if she might break the man in half if this continued much longer, and Malkon knew they wouldn't get anything from this man through brute force and threatening, so he decided to intervene. He moved forward and laid a hand on Buffy's shoulder. "Easy now." he said in a calming voice. "There is no need for violence. He will tell us everything we need to know."

Buffy looked over her shoulder at him quizzically but Malkon simply shrugged. He moved in front of the scared man and waved his hand in his face. "You will tell us everything we want to know." he demanded, firmly yet gently.

To Buffy and Willows amazement, the man nodded and repeated, "I will tell you everything you want to know."

The girls exchanged confused looks, then turned a curious eye on the Jedi in front of them, but he ignored them, concentrating on his interrogation.

"Good." he said. "Now where is the boy?"

The Imperial seemed to consider this for a moment, then responded, "He is being taken to the energy transfer facility on R'mos."

Malkon raised an eyebrow at him. "Why would they want to take him there?"

"The Dark Lord Drakiss is scheduled to make an inspection tour of the facility."

"Drakiss." Malkon echoed, the name striking a familiar and quite unpleasant cord in his memory. "So it is believed that he can extract the information you apparently are looking for then?"

"Yes."

"Well" The Jedi began, "Just exactly what IS it that you are looking for, and why was the lad chosen?"

This seemed to go over less easily with the Commander and Buffy and Willow could see him start to visibly shake. "He's just fighting against the force." Malkon explained. "They really did train this one well. He turned back to the struggling man and waved his hand once more, drawing in even more energy from the force to aide him.

The Imp slowly stopped struggling and was still once more.

"What are you looking for?" Malkon repeated his previous question.

"I can only tell you what I know." the other man began. "We found these three on some ancient and abandoned alien space station, of a design we've never seen. They were discovered by one of our search teams in the inner core of the station. Readings taken of the station and of the children indicate that they come from a dimension not our own."

Cross turned back and glanced at the two girls behind him curiously, and a bit warily. They simply looked back and shrugged in response.

"So let me guess" he began again after turning back to the man, "Your emperor found out about this somehow and decided he wanted to locate this other dimension."

The Imperial gave a nod.

"Why not simply study the station more closely?"

"It disappeared, taking most of our research team with it."

"Why did he choose the boy and not one of these lovely ladies?"

"I was told that the Emperor sensed something in the boy, something he believes can be used, though our interrogation methods have proven less then… effective, in locating this thing. And it was feared any further trauma might prove fatal." The mans face shifted into a smile. "The Emperor did not want to risk losing his new prize,"

At these words Buffy exploded. Lifting the suddenly terrified Imperial and slamming him against a nearby consol. "You bastard!" she screamed at him, "What the hell did you do to him!?!" she emphasized this question by slamming him against the consol again, hard.

"Buffy." Malkon warned. "He's already given us all the information we need. Now if we hurry we just might be able to get to your friend before his transport takes off."

The slayer calmed under these words, and released the Imperial rat. The man collapsed against the console and glared at them in rage. "You won't get away with this you hear me! I swear in the name of the gods I will-" Cross glanced at him and waved his hand dismissively sending out a wave of force energy that hurled the man across the room to slam against the far wall where he crumpled, unconscious.

"We must make hast." he told them. Leaning down he retrived a pair of blaster rifles from the fallen storm troopers and offered them to the girls.

"I don't like guns." the slayer maintained, holding her hand out, palms up, in refusal of the weapon.

"You don't have much of a choice here." The Jedi informed her. "Because there is a whole ship full of storm troopers out there who don't have the same handicap." he offered her the blaster again. Buffy stared at him defiantly for a few moments, but then, realizing this was wasting time and that the man probably was right, she sighed and took the weapon from him.

He turned to Willow and any argument she might have been about to make was sent silent by his firm look. Wordlessly, she accepted the blaster, gripping the unfamiliar metal awkwardly.

"Alright" Cross announced, gripping his lightsaber firmly, "Let's go rescue your friend."

The three moved quickly out of the room, leaving behind them a roomful of dead storm troopers and one very unconscious Imperial commander, who would remember this encounter for the rest of his life.

Voices in his head, that's what he was hearing. They sounded so strange, calling to him, beckoning him, though to what he did not know. He felt this great pull on his soul, as if something was trying to tear it from his body. It was such a powerful feeling that it threatened to overwhelm him. It was always followed by the same voice, dark and evil, yet very enticing, promising great things if he would obey.

Xander didn't know where the voices were coming from, but they terrified him deeply. He knew that something or someone was after him. Somehow, someway, he knew, knew it with the very fiber of his being. They wanted him for something, something not good. In fact he was sure it was something rather evil.

He tried fighting back against the influence, concentrating, using all his energy to help push the dark presence from his mind. It fought violently against him, holding on for all it was worth, but with great effort, he was successful in expelling the darkness from his mind. For now…

He snapped back to reality, finding himself in a dark place, dark like the presence that had been in his mind. No…. not that dark, but dark enough. He tried looking around to see where he was. But it was just too black. All around him he could hear that same hum he had first heard when he woke up in the cell those many hours ago, though this seemed different somehow, less powerful.

He curled into a ball and tried to remain brave, knowing that his friends would come to rescue him. He believed in them. They hadn't let him down yet had they?

The darkness seemed to close about him like a hand squeezing the light from his soul

Xander Harris had never felt so alone.

"There." Malkon pointed out over the hanger from their hiding spot near the entrance, "That's my ship."

It still amazed Buffy and Willow that they were actually in space, and on a gigantic spaceship no less. Suddenly finding themselves in a hanger that could easily have fit Buffy's entire neighborhood inside it was a disorienting experience to say the least.

She looked out over the hanger in the direction that Malkon was pointing and spotted something. She couldn't get that great a view of the craft because of the angle, but it appeared to be oval shaped, though with a long nose. It was sectioned into three parts, with what looked like circuitry and wiring filling the spaces in between each section. The middle part had protrusions that jutted out and towards the back of the craft. The aft section she guessed was the engine, solid looking and rounded. She wasn't sure what spaceships were supposed to look like on average but she got the feeling that this one was pretty high up there in the coolness factor.

"That's her." The Jedi beside them repeated, "The Outcast. Fastest ship in the entire galaxy. This arm of it anyway."

"That's nice" Willow said, not sounding very interested, "But where is the ship Xander is on?"

Malkon's eyes scanned the hanger bay intently, finally settling on an Imperial Lambda class shuttle preparing to take off. "That's it." he proclaimed.

Buffy spotted the craft. "How can you be so sure?"

"This far out there aren't many Imperial outposts. The closest one happens to be the facility on R'mos. If there's a shuttle lifting off, your friends on it, trust me."

"Well what do we do? It's about to take off."

"Simple" the Jedi responded, an intent look on his face., gripping his saber tightly "We stop it."

He stepped from his hiding spot his eyes surveying the massive bay. "You two keep low and try to get to my ship." He gestured with his free left hand and Buffy could see some kind of ramp extend from the Outcast toward the ground. "I'll handle this."

"Oh no." Buffy protested, moving from the shadows to join him, finding it rather odd that no one had spotted them yet. "I'm not going to go hide while Xander's in danger!"

"Suit yourself, but at least get your friend to the safety of my ship." he called back as he started away from her, moving with a swiftness and stealth that put Buffy's to shame, toward the shuttle on the far side of the bay.

They looked after him for a few moments. "I don't get this Buffy, spaceships, laser guns, lasers words, a guy who seems like the male version of a slayer, with the added enhancement of some kind of magic or telekinesis. It's all too weird." Buffy gave her friend a look, "Even for us!" The red head added.

"I know." She echoed her friends concern. "This is all very, very whacked out. But we can deal with that once we have Xander back, safe and sound."

Buffy nodded to Willow who moved beside her. "Stay close and follow me. Keep low." she instructed the redhead as she crouched down and crept towards a stack of crates a few meters in front of them. Willow copied her actions as best she could and followed closely behind.

They reached the first set of crates and Buffy moved to the edge, peering out… and then ducking back quickly as she saw a man in white armor, a storm trooper, Malkon had called them, look over in her direction. She flattened against the crate, her enhanced hearing picking up the sounds of the troopers footsteps beginning to move in the direction of the crates. She stilled all movements and held her breath, silently instructing Willow to do the same. They both waited, not moving a muscle, as the man moved ever closer.

Just when Buffy thought they were as good as caught, the storm trooper made a shrugging sound and turned back away, moving towards the other side of the hanger.

Buffy sighed in relief, her action repeated by her friend as they both waited till it was safe before resuming their course to the waiting spaceship.

Across the Hanger, Malkon Cross was approaching the Imperial shuttle silently, using the force to shield himself from the storm troopers' vision. He drew ever closer to his goal, preparing himself for the task ahead, reaching into the force and using it to give him focus. He could see a pair of troopers guarding the landing ramp, glancing intently around them.

He had almost reached the shuttle when he heard a shout come from the other side of the hanger.

"Over there!"

He quickly activated his saber, the blade hissing to life, and rushed out from his hiding spot toward a group of troopers who had begun to move over to the source of the disturbance. He had to take the focus of his companions, give them time to reach his ship.

"Hey guys!" he announced jovially as he stepped before them, a smile on his face "Wanna fight?"

The troopers looked at each other confused, then turned and charged toward the Jedi, their blasters spewing red bolts of heat. Malkon fell into the force, using it to guide his motions, his blade moving incredibly fast, deflecting some bolts into the deck or hanger ceiling and sending others back at his foes.

He moved into them, spinning and slashing in a graceful and deadly dance, sparks flying as his blade sheared through the Imperial armor, burning through the flesh beneath it. Malkon had never cared for violence and did not at all enjoy killing but in situations like this there was little choice.

In moments it was over and he moved on from the scene of carnage towards another contingent of troopers who were firing at him, their shots turned harmlessly aside by his skilled hand. And then he was in between them as well, moving amazingly fast, striking his foes down with near impunity. A trooper came right at him and he reached out with his left hand, gripping the man through the force and throwing him backward a good five meters to slam into a pile of cargo containers. Another came at him from behind, hoping to catch the Jedi by surprise, but Malkon felt his presence and reversed his blade in mid swing, stabbing back behind him. He was rewarded with a pained gasp and the sound of a body hitting the floor.

He sensed the shot even as the gunman pulled the trigger, his mind focusing on the figure standing on the walkway above him. Seeing through the force. Malkon spun, bringing his blade twirling about, slamming the beam into the deck beside him. His lightsaber worked to deflect blast after blast as his left reached out toward the trooper, palm out. A powerful shockwave emitted from his palm and slammed into the gunman, sending him over the edge and crashing to the floor.

Malkon turned to search for the girls, and spotted them, doing a fair job of fending off their attackers. "Get to the ship!" he called out to them., snapping his blade out to the side and decapitating a storm trooper who got to close. He saw them turn to look at him and nod quickly before moving off. I hope they can make it he thought, before his thoughts focused back on the battle.

"Buffy lets move it!" Willow shouted impatiently at her friend, who seemed eager to join in the battle.

"I'm coming Wills!" Buffy answered back, ducking down so an attacking trooper went rolling over her back. She grabbed the man by his shoulder and sent out a flurry of punches, finishing with a vicious uppercut that launched the poor man a good five feet in the air. Buffy came out of the strike and quickly blasted another trooper who went sprawling. "Not as bad as I thought." she remarked, looking at the smoking barrel.

She turned to her friend and motioned her on.

As they neared the vessel Willow called out and raised her hand, her fingers pointing at something, "Buffy look!" Buffy spun to see what her friend was pointing at and gasped. The shuttle with their friend in it was lifting up and moving toward the opening at the end of the bay.

Both friends watched helplessly as the craft picked up speed, shot down and away from the hanger and into the darkness of space.

Buffy felt a pit in her stomach, a sinking feeling that threatened to overwhelm her. He was gone, Xander was gone. The sadness rocked her to the core, touching something deep inside, and Buffy felt despair creep up on her. But she wouldn't let it. Her friend needed her, and she wasn't about to let him down.

She faced Willow with a look of hard determination, "We'll get him back Will. I swear it." Her friend stared at her, tears in her eyes, and nodded. Buffy could see that same thing that she felt reflected back in her friends eyes. Well, not exactly the same, but close. Both of them knew what they had to do. They wouldn't let their friend down.

Wordlessly, both girls moved to the waiting ship and up the landing ramp.

Malkon spun, swiping his blade diagonally down and halving an attacking foe, then his eyes fixed back on the shuttle which was beginning to take off. He moved toward it, using the force to enhance his speed, reaching the vessel and attempting to board it. But he was being pushed back by his attackers, the bolts too numerous to deflect them all.

And then the shuttle was lifting off, and he couldn't reach it in time, watching sadly as it rocketed down below the landing bay field and away from the ship.

A group of ST's came at him from all sides and he did a 180, Holding his blade out in front of him at an angle. He stepped away form the pile of smoking armor and moved toward the bay control room. If they were to have any chance of rescuing the girls friend, they would first have to make good their own escape, and the hanger doors were already sliding closed again.

Picking up speed he performed an incredible leap. Flipping in the air just before he landed on the upper walkway. Several troopers charged at him but he dispatched them all in short order. Cross hurried into the bay control room, force pushing the control officer hard against the wall, rendering him unconscious. He moved over to the control panel and activated the bay doors, then he programmed the doors to close again in 3 minutes and slashed through the controls with his lightsaber so no one could reverse it without some time and effort, giving them a chance to get away, hopefully.

He rushed back out of the room and dropped back to the main deck, then moved swiftly towards his ship, deflecting the occasional bolt and dispatching any storm trooper foolish enough to attack him.

He reached the ship quickly and practically shot up the landing ramp, slamming his hand down on the button to seal the hatch as he reached the top and hurried to the cockpit, his new friends close behind.

"Strap yourselves in." he ordered as he sank into the pilots chair and secured himself, "And hold on tight." The girls quickly did what he told them, curious and apprehensive as to what was about to happen.

His hands moved skillfully over the console, bringing the ships systems online. Fortunately the launch prep sequence had been activated when he first lowered the landing ramp, because they certainly didn't have enough time to prepare for takeoff otherwise.

He activated the repulsor jets and the ship lifted smoothly off the hanger deck and into the air. A quick flip of a switch and the shields were activated, causing the energy bolts coming at them to be harmlessly absorbed.

"The doors are closing!" Willow cried out behind him. "I see it." he responded calmly.

Angling the ship towards the hanger opening he triggered the thrusters and the ship shot forward and down at the massive closing doors. He brought the ship up on its side and barely made it through the narrow opening, quickly passing through the electromagnetic field protecting the hanger from the ravages of space.

Once he cleared the hanger, Cross activated the main sub light drive and the ship rocketed away from the wedge shaped Imperial cruiser at amazing speed. A sensor blip appeared on his scanner and he glanced at it quickly, the readings telling him what he wanted to know. "They got a few ships out, from the auxiliary hanger I think."

Buffy looked at him confused, "Ships? What kind of ships?"

Her answer came in the form of a strange and wicked sounding roar overhead. She looked up in time to see two gray objects shoot past them.

"Those kind." Malkon informed her, reaching down and flicking on the ships weapons system. "Imperial TIE fighters." His sensors informed him that an additional 6 fighters had been launched and were closing on them.

"What are they?"

Cross reached over and switched his targeting scanners to ID mode. An image of a ship shaped like almost like a bow tie appeared on the screen. "Is that why they call it a Tie?" Willow asked, "cause it looks like a giant bow tie?"

The Jedi knight looked at her strangely. "I really have no idea what a bow tie is, but the name TIE stands for Twin Ion Engine. Notoriously maneuverable and wickedly fast little devils."

He reached for the throttle and pushed it all thee way forward, then flicked a few switched, shunting power from nonessential systems into the engines and shields.

"Then what do we do?"

"Easy." he replied, a grim look on his face. "We run."

End part 5

Oooohhh! I'm evil aren't I. Next time, Buffy, Willow, and Cross attempt to evade their pursuers and stage a brilliant rescue attempt for Xander. Will they succeed in extracting him before the Dark lord and his apprentice arrive? And will they be able to make good their escape? What do you think?

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Let me know if anyone is actually enjoying this story, not that it matters so much because I'm having a great time writing it, but its still nice to hear my work is being read. Let me know if the fight scenes are too boring or too much or whatever.

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