Title: The Guardians
Authors: Psycho Babble, Leo Oneal
Archived: Stealthy Stories
Rating: Pg-13 for now
Main character (s): Yeah like I have time to write out all their names here…
Disclaimer: We don't own TMNT or Star Wars. Ki'ara Tonan belongs to Psycho Babble, Tyrael Xiltherion belongs to Tyrael.

This is a TMNT/Star Wars crossover.

This chapter by Psycho Babble.

His talons held firmly to the controls, if he were human you could have seen the muscles straining in his arms. But Tyrael Xiltherion was not human, he didn't even vaguely resemble a human with his body and limbs entirely sheathed in red scales, his reverse jointed legs and the tail blade that tipped the end of his long red tail.

Now would be an excellent time to reverse thrust, Padawan. He stated calmly, if indeed it could be called that when one used telepathy to 'speak'. In contrast to her calm master the Padawan had a look on her face that suggested she knew she was going to die. Her pale white, long fingered hand slammed down on the console. The ship jerked slightly, but their rate of descent did not slow very much.

"Master, what if-?" She was cut off as her master 'spoke' directly over her.

If all we did was worry about 'what its' then we would never get anything done, Ki'ara. He told her. She nodded once, sending her long, dreadlocked blue hair bouncing slightly.

"Yes, Master," she said obediently.

Do you have the information yet? He asked.

"Populated by humans, with various different types of flora and fauna as well as animal life. Atmosphere should be alright for us. And they have some archaic mode of transport which they refer to as automobiles and something called planes." The E-Wing rocked slightly.

"And that would be one of those 'planes' now, Master." Pale blue lips pulled back over her sharp, needle like black teeth in a smirk.

Why are you smiling like that? We're still going to crash. He said calmly.

"Not much can change that now. You might want to land/crash somewhere that we won't be easily noticed." She said.

Good idea, Padawan. I hadn't thought of that. Tyrael's 'voice' was laden with sarcasm.

"Sorry, Master," she mumbled. She buckled the crash webbing tightly about herself and briefly took the controls when her master did the same. Her hands strained to hold the E-Wing steady and on direct a course as possible for their intended destination; she was relieved when Tyrael took the controls again.

"Three minutes to landfall," she kept her concentration on the readout to her right. Tyrael was silent now, keeping all his concentration on not doing too much damage to the ship or the area where they crashed.

"One minute and twenty nine seconds," she could sense that the ground rush towards them almost as if in slow motion.

"Thirty seconds," the E-Wing slammed hard into something; presumably the ground. The crash webbing yanking her back into her seat with enough pressure to bruise her flesh.

Digital readouts are all very good, Padawan, but sometimes they can be somewhat deceptive. Tyrael smirked at her with his eyes as he unbuckled himself and stood upright. Damn him, she thought. He seemed to be enjoying this more than she was. Nevertheless she followed his example and unbuckled herself, he looked over the console before standing up fully.

Hyperdrive is out and so is navigation. That is; of course, assuming that the readout isn't lying to us again. He said and continued towards the rear of the E-Wing and the exit.

"Wait, where are we going?" She hurried after him.

To find out more about this planet, and find some provisions as well as replacement parts. He informed her.

"I don't think that we're going to find a new hyperdrive unit here, Master." She followed him down the ramp and waited as he set the E-Wing to hover slightly in the air and then cloak itself.

We won't know that until we try, Padawan. He said.

"We can't just walk into a store and ask for stuff, Master. These people are probably going to notice that we aren't human."

I am aware of that fact, nevertheless we must try. This is where you can practice your Jedi mind tricks on more than one person at a time. One eyestalk moved to look back at her.

"So my mind tricks aren't that great. It's a good thing that you're my master and you can teach me all you know." She grinned at him. They both heard noises nearby and they moved towards the sound and saw the reason for the noise.

"A fight,"

That would appear to be fairly self evident, Padawan. His hand snaked to the lightsaber that hung from his belt.

"What are you doing!" She hissed.

"We can't get involved in this, then they'll know we were here."

We are Jedi, Padawan. Our job is to lend aid where we can. And so saying Tyrael leapt over the boxes his lightsaber already activated.

"I hate it when he does that," she muttered. She landed over what looked to be a humanoid turtle who was struggling to get to his feet and some people dressed in dark clothes. Her hand flashed out and she grabbed one of the dark clothed people with invisible fingers and swung him around knocking the other three off feet. This action caught the attention of more of them and they hurried in her direction.

"Good, they want to play," she muttered. While her master preached helping others she knew that he enjoyed a good fight as much as she did. What these unidentified attackers didn't know was that she was ranked amongst the highest of the Jedi order in hand to hand combat, and that included the Knights of the order. She waited for them to come to her, taking on a defensive posture, feet slightly apart, arms raised ready to strike a blow or deflect one. They came at her, all five of them and suddenly she was in her element. There was the sound of something hard hitting flesh and bodies dropped to the ground. After a moment she was the only one left standing. Seeing that this was no ordinary good Samaritan the attackers came at her in droves now, but she refused to back down. With a sigh of resignation she regretfully unclipped her lightsaber from her belt and a silver beam of pure energy erupted from her hands. She took one hand off the hilt of the lightsaber and gestured in a 'come on' to the attackers. Her smile was feral now. While her hand to hand combat was excellent her lightsaber technique was even better. Although she had never boasted about either she knew she was good, on the other hand the old Jedi saying of you are only as good as those who stand beside you held true for her and she was careful not to bask too much in her own greatness. She stood her ground over the fallen turtle who had succumbed to unconsciousness. After a number of their comrades had lost a few limbs the rest of them seemed to loose interest and retreated. She clipped the lightsaber back on her belt and bent over the injured turtle humanoid, gentle fingers searching to make sure that he was not that badly injured. Her hand slung out behind her and the turtle who had been about to attack her ran into a invisible wall.

"You attack those that would help you?" She asked calmly turning her silver eyes to stare at him. His eyes widened behind his orange bandana. She picked the still unconscious turtle up in her arms as she stood.

"Master? What should…where is my master?" She turned her face towards the other turtle.

"If you mean the big red guy then they took him," he nodded in the direction that the attackers had left in. She frowned momentarily.

"And you and your friend were attacked by them?" She asked.

"My brothers...Raphael and Leonardo were taken by them as well." He explained. S nodded once and shifted the weight of the turtle in my arms.

"I am Ki'ara Tonan, who is this and who are you?" She nodded down at the turtle she held.

"He's Donatello and I'm Michelangelo. Nice to meet you," he grinned at her.

"Is there somewhere we can bring him? We also need to make some plans." She said.

Mikey gravely nodded his head, "Yes, there is."