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Note: This is crossed over with RavenBlack Vampires Unlike some of my other long fics, I already have a good chunk of this done, so you won't see as much impromptu stuff as you did in perhaps TFB.

Title: Vampires in the GFFA I: I, Non-Jedi and Non-Skywalker/Rise of the Sith Vampires–Crossover fic, 60-70 years ABY

Summary: points down

Time: 60-70 years post ANH

Genre: Action and Romance?

Author: SilSolo on TFN, Master Solo on Sequel to Chume Ta's Trials, Bridging Point, and The Final Battle of the Yuuzhan Vong War. You can find all of the fics I listed in my profile. If you want to be contacted when I update, I have an email on yahoo and my ID there is mastersilmedisolo.

Star Wars Episode VII/Vampires in the GFFA I: I, Non-Jedi and Non-Skywalker

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…

Almost thirty years have passed since Sheng Lah took lead of the Yuuzhan Vong and surrendered to the Galactic Alliance. Ben Skywalker completed his training under the Sword of the Jedi and eventually rose to the rank of a Jedi Master. Over the last few decades, the Jedi Council had seen many of its members come and go.

As Tenel Ka had promised, the crown was handed over to the people of Hapes only months after Sheng Lah led his people into the Unknown Regions. The galaxy seemed to have entered a golden age, but a recent crisis on Hapes proved otherwise. Murra Chume Ta Djo, a Jedi Master, was sent to investigate, but she soon found herself entangled in a royal web of deception and power that originated from her brother.

The story seemed to end when Sil Chume Ta Djo, an ex-Jedi believed to have been murdered by political enemies, resurfaced near Hapes twenty-five years after her 'death'. Unbeknownst to the Jedi, the ultimate nemesis, who will almost rival some Sith enemies of the old, had just been unleashed into the galaxy.

Will the Jedi be able to defend the people from the blood-thirsty vampires who would emerge from their ranks? Would a cloak of darkness eternally dominate the lives of trillions?

Dramatis Personae

Anakin; former Jedi trainee, Prince (male human from Hapes)

Jacen Solo; Jedi Master (male human from Coruscant)

Lavant; Queen Mother/Consort (female human from Hapes)

Murra Djo; Jedi Master, Princess (female human from Hapes)

Prestor Djo; student (male human from no planet in particular)

Sil Djo; ex-Jedi, Princess (female human from Hapes)

Tenel Ka Djo; Jedi Master, former queen (female human from Hapes/Dathomir)

Van'Ya-el Djo; consort, Jedi Knight (male human from Dathomir)

Part I: A New Queen

Chapter One

"Princess, your plan is crazy. I want your sister-in-law off the throne, but you and your consort can't possibly get past all those guards into the throne room." Protested a crewmember of the Hapan Battle Dragon Trebuchet as it approached Hapes. She added, "Unless you plan on destroying the whole palace and hundreds of years of your family's history.."

"This may be crazy, but Van and I have to try. I can't let those bullies take the democracy we worked so hard for." Replied the princess, a woman who, at forty, was as beautiful as any Hapan model. A stately, white gown that flowed like water from her shoulders to the metallic floor would have given the woman the appearance of an angel from Hapan mythology had it not been for the midnight black Jedi robe that enveloped her back, thus preventing any imaginary wings from sprouting.

"But your highness, this is your sister's ship!"

"If my sister was still alive, she would do what I'm doing to restore what she worked for." Murra Djo said out loud On the inside, the woman was unsure of her mission. Thanks to her brother and his wife, guards were many and the Jedi's two light-daggers were not ideal for deflecting multitudes of blaster bolts. Van'Ya-el Djo was a Jedi Knight who wielded the traditional lightsaber, but the Dathomiri man had no experience in real battles. Perhaps the mission will indicate how well Jedi Master Murra Djo had taught her 'slave'.

Without warning, the immense Battle Dragon shook and sent everybody aboard it off their feet. Before anybody could regain footing, the all sources of light flickered and the battleship became as dark as midnight throughout. When the power, accompanied by a surge in the Force, returned, a dark, cloaked figure stood on the platform in the center of the bridge.

Impossible! Murra managed to conjure a single thought through the shockwaves in the Force. Every Jedi had felt the horrible disturbance from her older sister's death twenty-five years ago and she personally witnessed the Force consume her sister for using it to warp time and space. To make things even less feasible, Sil Chume Ta Djo, beneath her cloak, had appeared as she did when she was eighteen years old, except for the pale-gray skin.

Sil allowed her jaw to drop slightly in astonishment as she examined her surroundings. The Force-transport technique had taken her to her home galaxy as she had wished. She had taken a gamble to return home after a thousand years and of all possible places, she was aboard her personal ship.

"How many years has it been since Queen Mother Ta'a Chume opened the Consortium?" The cloaked princess had to know if she landed in the intended time period as well as location.

"Sis, you're alive! You can't be real…" The cloaked woman turned to stare into a pair of large, green eyes that glittered with life and tears of incredulity. The speaker, who appeared to be middle-aged, wore her copper-tinted red hair in an elegant, Hapan style and approached the elevated command post on which Sil stood. The Force confirmed that the woman was an older version of Murra Djo with a Hapan haircut instead of a simple crop at the chin level. "You were killed twenty-five years ago! I felt you die!"

"Emperor's black bones! You ARE real!" the red-headed sister exclaimed as her fingers felt the fabric that covered the other woman's shoulders. Then, in a rush of euphoria, Murra Djo squeezed her sister and the older sister returned the hug. A tear of joy escaped the eye and slid down the younger sister's immaculate face.

"Why sis, you came just in time and WE'RE SAVED! With you here, we'll save these people in no time!" Murra barely managed to whisper as the two sisters tightened their embrace.

"What's going on here? Obviously, there's something that I missed." Sil narrowed her gray eyes.

"Why don't we talk about the last twenty-five years in the mess hall?"

"It's been a thousand years for me and the mess hall seems to be a good place." The pale-gray Sil replied.

"Sis, can ya tell me what's all this commotion on my ship is about?" The darkly robed Sil asked her younger sister as the two women sat down.

"About four or five months after you left, our parents had a son named Anakin. Somehow, he got the notion that he was supposed to be Prince Brat of sixty-three worlds and I'm kicking him off the throne before he and his wife kill any more innocent people. You came at the perfect time, Sil."

"Why?"

"You still have your blood right. With you here in Hapes, Van and I can take care of things on Coruscant." Murra smiled at her older sister and mentally provided her long-lost sister with more history.

"So our cousin Ryva went on a power grab when the galaxy's economy collapsed and the Jedi Order asked you to help them sort things out." The older sister folded her arms and leaned back. Then, after a pause, her eyes narrowed and she added, "Murra, are you telling me that you renounced your right to the throne and set that mob on us?"

"Yeah." Murra lowered her face in shameful resignation. "You're the only person I can trust to restore our mother and grandmother's dream. If you didn't come, I would've had to either stay here and do all the work or put Allya on the throne. I just can't trust her to treat men like equals."

Murra wanted to speak more of her twins, but the time did not seem right and the horrible visions she had when she considered naming either of them heir were far from the perfect topic for a conversation in a mess hall. She could all too clearly remember the visions that were too horrid to describe with words. Murra was thankful when Sil finally ended the train of thought.

"What is the plan? I have a cluster to restore." Sil said as she pulled her Force-presence in. Allya was not a Hapan name, so this mysterious princess could only be descended from Teneniel Djo and Prince Isolder. From the information given by her sister, Sil knew that Princess Allya was too old to be a child of Anakin's, which left the girl to be a daughter of Murra Djo. Interesting. She sounds like someone I should meet.

Sil allowed the corners of her lips to twitch slightly. The sixty-three worlds of Hapes were rightfully hers, and with her sister's blood right gone, the previous Queen Mother had no rival daughters in her way. With the help of her sister, and perhaps her niece, she would ensure that the spoiled men would once again learn their place and bow to the women.

"Can you excuse me for a while?" Murra faked a smile as she pushed herself up.

"Sure. What is it, though? I'm curious." Sil leaned forward to shift so that everything about her from her glittering, gray eyes to her perfectly proportioned body spoke of nothing but pure curiosity.

"I gotta go to the refresher and get into my robes before the action starts. Stay here, though. I'll tell you the plan once we get back." Murra was at the door of the mess hall by the time she spoke her last word.