Author's Note: All Star Wars characters are property of George Lucas (except Tal Gantor) and all Matrix characters belong to someone who's not me (except for Juno). Enjoy, but don't sue!
A hard right hook sailed by Juno's face, but she ignored it. She'd fought dozens of agents but no matter how many she killed, they kept coming back for more. But she was starting to get sloppy. When she was on her game, she could stop agents with a look, but this one almost touched her. It didn't matter though. She thrust her hand in its chest and stopped the heart and the agent's body died instantly.
Juno stepped over the body and silently went on her way. Morpheus and her colleagues preferred the sleek, black bondage look, but Juno prided herself on her sense of style. She liked her black high-top Chucks and turned-up jeans, as well her plain red hooded sweatshirt. There were several black bands around her wrists and a smattering of tattoos up her arms. That coupled with her vibrant blue shaggy hair made her look like any disaffected emo kid. She liked that kind of anonymity. Not that it stopped anyone who knew who she really was.
For the past five years, she'd been fighting with the resistance against the machines. As Morpheus had predicted, she was the one the prophecy spoke of, and, as such, she'd help make great strides in freeing mankind. It wasn't easy though. The agents worked furiously to keep the system in place and Earth was still horribly grim. The real world was hardly habitable and the gilded cage of the Matrix wasn't much better. So Juno fought on, although she was beginning to forget what she was fighting for. But now she needed to get back and report to Morpheus, so she called Tank.
"Operator."
"I need an exit, Tank."
"There's an old phone booth on 4th and Broadway, about three blocks away."
"Thanks. See you soon."
But Juno never reached the phone booth. She had barely turned the next corner when a huge explosion flared in her face and blew her back with tremendous force. Her head cracked against something very, very hard. Despite all of Juno's training and quick reflexes, her digital self reacted the way anyone would. She passed out.
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Obi-wan Kenobi was running through the marshy woods, with local wildlife fanning around him as they all fled from the invading Trade Federation. Something about this planet bothered him but he couldn't put his finger on it. All he sensed was a disturbance in the Force.
He ran in search of Qui-gon but he hadn't gone very far when he tripped over something. In his haste, he almost fell over a strange girl. Her blue hair was plastered wetly to her face, which was half submerged in a small pool of dirty water. Her breath made tiny ripples across the puddle, so it was clear she was alive. Obi-wan's jedi training meant he wasn't prone to clumsiness, but she didn't register in his mind and he found that odd because he could always sense the life forms around him. Why hadn't he sensed her? The encroaching hum reminded him that he was short on time, so he picked her up and moved on.
"Master, I couldn't just leave her, she's alive." Juno heard a strange voice as awareness slowly crept over her. Her eyes felt too heavy to open, but she felt strong arms wrapped around her back and under her knees. She groaned and cracked open her eyes, but what she saw didn't make any sense. Gigantic leafy green trees stretched toward a crystal blue sky. Birds flew over head and she could hear a distant cacophony of sounds around her. She rubbed her hands across her face but stopped cold and opened her eyes wide. She just stared at her hand. She was still plugged in! The codes danced across her skin and she gasped and wriggled out of the man's arms.
"Jesus!" she cried. "Where the hell am I? And who the hell are you?" Juno was breathing very fast now. Qui-gon and Obi-wan helped her to her feet though she still squinted.
"You're in the forest of Naboo. My name is Qui-gon Jinn and this is Obi-wan Kenobi. This other creature is Jar Jar Binks, a Gungan." Juno stared at them stupidly.
"Naboo? Where exactly is that? Is that one of those new countries that break off in the Middle East every two months or something? I've never heard of it." Qui-gon and Obi-wan exchanged a look.
"I'm afraid I don't know this 'Middle East' you mentioned. Naboo is a planet, a member of the Republic," Qui-gon said.
"You mean I'm on a different planet?" Juno shrieked. She started pacing wildly and muttering to herself. Qui-gon placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Be calm, everything will be alright. Can you tell us who you are and where you're from?"
"What? Oh, my name is Juno and I come from a planet called Earth. Ring any bells? Oh, what am I going to do? I don't even know how this is possible!" She started muttering again. The jedi looked at each other and back to the circling girl. Qui-gon didn't believe in coincidences.
"You can come with us for the time being. I can't guarantee anything as our mission lies elsewhere, but we will try to help you."
"Oh thank you! I promise I won't be any hassle," she stopped as Jar Jar tripped loudly over a tree root. "And I know how to be still and keep my mouth shut," she added.
"Alright then. Jar Jar offered to guide us to the Gungan city. Can you swim?"