Notation.

This is a Star trek Star Wars Cross over. I know how Taboo that concept can be to some people. Still I wrote this down in a moment of Intruige watching the Clone wars on netflix. It picks up right after a few days after the debut, of it. After the Rescue of Jabba's son, Rota Although there are some significant changes to the story universe. One there are no Midi-clorians, two Anakin Skywalker has died. Oh It is a bit of a Self insertion. You are warned. I will remove any clearly inflammatory Reviews. Ie Hate this you did this wrong, this tech is superior to that tech.

To address the biggest Issue. Technology. I am more interested in PLOT. If I put say a Star Destroyer in the Star Trek universe. I am going to make the Star Destroyer superior in terms of weapon power. If I put a Federation ship in the star Wars universe. The star trek tech will be superior. If I blend the two universes to make a Hybrid of both in a story (unlikely) the techs will be balanced.

Trek across the stars.

Chapter 1

Fantasy or Reality

Slowly coming awake he was aware of the pounding in his head. David could feel himself laying on his bed as he began fumbling around searching for the table near his bed so he could turn on the lamp. "Oh shit what the hell happened." Unable to think clearly or remember the previous night, in fact he could not even remember the last several nights. And trying to think about it only made the pounding in his skull that much sharper and painful.

Finally he simply laid there breathing, eyes closed as he wondered that had happened. He could remember a contest where he won a trip to San Fransisco to attend a furry convention and he was able to select three of his closest friends to go with him. He chose Boyce Kline, Bradly Jackson, and his girlfriend Rachael Miller. Having them sent the tickets. And as he thought about it he could recall getting on the taxi, going to the airport, and then meeting his friend Kline. After that...

As David laid there struggling to remember. He was gripped with a sense of overwhelming dread that something had happened. Had the plane crashed?, Was Kline alright. Kline had family. David other than his mother... David was really alone. Yes he had dozens of friends who would miss him. But he had taken care of that, so that they knew what his flight was, and what to look for if something happened to his flights. Laying on his belly he felt warm, a bit warmer than he liked, but he struggled to push himself awake, opening his eyes he could see what looked like a window filled with stars, It was large and tall. a good eight feet above his bed. His eyes adjusting to the flashing of a red light in the room, as he inhaled sharply through his nose. At once he was assaulted with an variety of unknown scents, plants, but also no smoke. Which he was grateful.

Opening his mouth he panted out inhaling trying to get his lungs and blood oxygenated as he struggled to realize that something was wrong. Then it hit him. The star field was in perfect focus. Which means he still had his glasses on, and reaching up to make sure they were not damage his hand came to his face and was instantly stopped, when his hand hit his nose and mouth, but not his eyes. as his hand was held out at least four inches from his face. At least he thought it was his hand. and he was sure he had hit his nose, as he could see greyish hair covering his palm with black finger tips and claws? Bringing up his other hand to his face he wrapped both hands around a muzzle that felt canine like as he bolted straight up. Looking down as he yanked covers off of him as he stood up and spotting a mirror on a dresser, he clambered over several fallen plants and furniture.

Looking in the broken mirror that had been almost shattered he saw tearing back at him, was an anthro timber wolf. Ice blue eyes stared at him as his face was a soft gray with a darker line of fur starting where his hair line should be. Long headfur was messed up as down the right side of his face was a wind braid . a Single strand. His ears were laid back as he could feel them starting to move and twitch..

"Holy Shit! What the hell did I drink? Who the hell slipped me a mickey!" Instantly he began to struggle and try to collect his emotions as he says, "Ok, Fear is healthy, fear keeps you alive. Fear is trustworthy. I must not let it control me. uncontrolled fear is the mind killer!" Closing his eyes aas he looked at the dresser as his first thought was Dream, hurt your self, you want up. Spottind a brush with a sharp handle he placed his left hand ont he table, grabbed hold of the heavy brush and lifted it before stabbing the narrow handle down on the top of his left hand as hard as he could.

Instantly he regretted it as he could feel the joints in his hand shift and explode with pain as he yelped pushing back pulling his hand close to him, "Oh Shit! Not my smartest idea to date!" The pain lanced through his hand as he groaned out and head a voice. Turning to his door as he heard "Captain, Are you in here?" came the voice as he wasn't sure who it was. And could hear voice, "Captian are you inthere? Are you alright." and people struggling against the door.

Taking a moment as the looked around the room for a moment and realized it had a design that was similar to what he had seen on the video game. Star Trek Online. The captain's quarters. Looking out the window he could see the starfield and as his eyes focused could see at least two other ships listing in space. An Odyssey, and what looked like a Vesta class ship. As he thought. Aloud, "Oh shit... don't tell me I got into a wreck and got hurt. Now I am living in a coma trying to survive."

The Doors came open as three people came in. Two of them human, both of them dirty and messed up. The other like him was an anthro wolf. His long tail messed up as he seemed slender, young. Like he was a pup.

"Captain are you alright?" one of them asked, "Why didn't you answer us? Tricorder." Once of them pulled out a slender tricorder as a small scanner was brought up to his temple. "Uh, I think this is saying minor concussion, nothing serious."

Leaning against the dresser he inhaled and exhaled collecting his thoughts. With his fear now suppressed he could focus logically, nothing allowed him to remember anything beyond getting into the taxi, the other two he couldn't remember anything of them, as their faces seemed familiar but only very very distantly.

This thoughts flushed back to a Star Trek DS9 episode. Where Doctor Bashir had suffered suffered a telepathic attack by a Lethean. During the show Bashir was fighting through a devastated DS9, that turned out to be a representation of his own mind. With his friends being aspects of his personality. And as they were killed, he himself grew weaker. That prospect sent a shiver down his back. Which meant that if he was trapped in a coma, and dying. this dream world, could be a representation of where he was trying to fight for survival. But in all the near death stories he had read. none of them were like this. No one in comas reported such a vivid dream world. And if he did not fight for his survival he might die.

He couldn't shake the feeling something was off. "What are we gonna do here, were doomed! The ship is a disaster!" One of them said in a panic.

"Control your self," David barked. "Attention!" He said and turned to look at them. "Clear your minds and focus. Take deep breathes and give me a moment to collected my thoughts." he said. Instantly the three stood at attention on reflex, obeying his command. Placing his hands on the dresser as he thought. /Always favored the engineering classes in Star Trek online./

"Alright. We assume everyone on the bridge is dead. Primary mission,. get to main engineering make sure the core is stabilized. We can begin damage control from there. We have to make sure the antimatter is secure." he said "Let's go!" Heading for the door he began to get into his main room. and saw it looked like a bomb had gone off, furniture and smashed debris was everywhere, no sign of a fire.

"Computer!" he called out, and listened to a few beeping and some static... "Main computer's down." and then it dawned on him to look down and he could see he was wearing pants and a vest of some sort. So at least he wasn't naked. Moving around to the open door he looked out into the hallway he could see flickering lights, and sparks dancing from the walls. "Ok, do any of you know what happened?"

"No sir, we woke up disoriented in the mess hall. We don't remember much beyond that." One of them said and they began "Sorry for panicking sir."

"Let it go, focus on the hear and now. Have you seen anyone else?"

"No sir," another replied we are the only ones. As they moved through the hall, lights flickered and sputtered. He could see fallen support beams, sparks and some small fires. as he moved through the corridor ducking and moving through it to a Turbolift as he said, "here... "Help me open this up." and he began to pick up a piece of slender metal and checked to make sure it was sturdy and strong as he began to force it into the door slot, and then, working it back and forth as he knew he hand to go down. As they began to open up the door it finally slide open as they were greeted with a shaft that was dark and long both up and down. He wondered how many decks it would drop.

Looking up and then down he couldn't see the lift as he said, "Scan for the turbo lift, is it above us, or below us?" the wolf came up as he took the tricorder and began to scan up and then down. Looking at his left collar he could see that the pip of an Ensign. The others also had Ensign pips.

As he said. "Looks like it's at the bottom of the shaft."

"Good we don't have to worry about it falling down on us." and he looked in and then down. The distance gave him a sense of vertigo. as he found the latter inside and began to get in. Climbing down David allowed his mind to focus on the task at hand. He didn't feel any pain, which meant it was possible that his brain was uninjured. He considered it important, which mean the damage was to his body. Or so he hoped. But this would be a fight for survival, he couldn't stop to thing about it as he began to climb down the ladder.

"Captain what do you think happened?" One of them asked.

"Your guess is as good as mine. But we should assume some form of hostile attack. You saw the other two ships adrift out side my window?"

"Yes sir,"

"We'll have to find someway to contact them. I didn't notice any external damage how ever." and slowly he stopped, and then saw a number on the wall, "Um I can't remember what Deck Main engineering is on. This is deck 10."

"You're having memory issues as well?"

Realizing that he was caught he said, "Yeah."

"Main engineering starts at deck 24 and ends at deck 29," Someone said "The Dragonfire is like all Odyssey class ships. BIG."

That caught his attention. David looked up as he climbed down. "Tactical Odyssey?" he asked.

"Yes sir." he said as David kept climbing down. It made sense his main character on Star Trek online was in command of a Tactical Odyssey. USS Dragonfire. Yeah defiantly a dream. Still heading down he could smell fire and after a few minutes he could hear something as he reached one of the turbolift doors and then as he reached deck fifteen the sound began stronger. "Hang on." And placing his head and ear against the door he could hear some talking on the other side of the door and then Reaching for the door release. He began to pull out the lever and push it down he could hear a click as the door lock began to release. As he saw someone say, "Someone's in the Turbolift!" and then some hands opened It up and instantly light shined into the door slightly blinding him as someone said. "Captain your alive!"

he could hear the honest concern in the voice of the man. As he extended his arm. Someone took hold of it and he was helped off the Turbolift latter and inside. "Captain we have established a secondary command on the Battle bridge." And at this point the other three were also held off. He could see a Klingon female, and a male Vulcan and Male Caitian. "Captain I have to ask are you experiencing any sort of memory issues?" Looking at the pips on her collar he saw three of them. Rank commander.

"Yes Commander." Seeing the Klingon look at him almost questionably. "Commander if we do not get control of and re-stabilize this ship. We are all dead. There are at least two other Federation ships. An Odyssey and a Vesta that also appear to be in distress. Unless we are in a solar system. The mass of these ships will start pulling them together. If one of them experiences a war core breech. We all die. Now take me to command."

"Yes sir." she said and began to reach behind her and said. "Your Lightsabers sir." And she held out two identical foot and a half long intricately carved rods. that had a dragon motiff. As he took a hold of them and then looked at his command. ../Ok/ the thought to himself. /First twist and loop. Ok, a Star wars and star trek cross over. I hope this doesn't turn into a bad fanfiction parody./

"Thank you." and then placing his finger one where he was sure the activation studs were as two energy blades came out, both of them with golden cores and silver auras. Turning them off as he placed them end to end and with a click of metal turning them into a it easier to carry. As they began moving through the shattered corridor. "We're not sure what happened. it's possible that we were attacked. We are assuming hostiles. A good part of EPS power system was blown out, and we are registering only one tenth the normal compliment sir."

That made David stop as he asked, "Are you saying 90% of the crew is dead?"

"No sir, Even if they were dead, we could detect their comm badges. I am saying 90% of the crew is missing. This ship is missing 2250 people?" And then idea of this was put on the back burner as he said, "We can sort it out later." and with it he began to Hustle to the secondary bridge.. Getting to the battle bridge he could see it was mostly intact. Most likely because it was deactivated prior to this disaster.

"Damage report!" he said. Coming onto the bridge. it was not as large as the bridge in star trek online, more compact. Conical. He would have to guess. Standard Star fleet layout. As he got a report from someone. "Main power off line. Life support on emergency back up. and failing. Damage on all decks. Main engineering indicates Ware core is offline, but antimatter containment at 78% and holding." Looking around he saw everyone looking at him. At least a couple dozen people as he said.

"Can you give me a look at the ship on the main screen damaged areas included?" turning to look at the main screen David say an over lay of the USS Dragonfire. In three ways. Top, Side, and front.

"Show me the Dragonheart." And as the Aquariua escort came up she was still in her berth, "Status..." Looking over the image "Fully Operation." But her docking clamps were locked in the online systems. "Show me the power-grid systems. of the Dragonfire." And the main ship came back screen. Three grids overlaid the ship. A large on running through out the ship fed by the Main engineering, Colored Green. like giant arteries running from the heart of the ship feeding every part of the vessel. A number of the conduits were flashing red near main engineering. Indicating damage, A secondary that was colored Yellow running from the Dragonheart, that was damaged in several places making it unstable. Like blood vessels, From what he could tell if main power was locked offline it would allow the Aquarius to act as a secondary system. The system was finer, and more spread out. But there was a tertiary system in red, With a spider web spread through out the ship overlaying and criss crossing back and forth and appeared mostly in tact.

There was an access port in the main shuttlebay? "What is our compliment of shuttles?" And instantly on the screen came up four class two shuttles, four Delta flyers, and four Yellowstone Runabouts. "Ok here is the plan. Commander." Turning to face the Klingon female. "I want you to take a team, Head to the Dragonheart. Get as many people as you can on board and launch her. The other two ships out there. I need you to find out if there are other ships in the area besides the other Odyssey and Vesta." he said heading over to a locker he saw and opened it up to reveal some M.A.C.O. combat armor. And began to get himself dressed in it. "Assert the damage to those ships, Beam over repair crews as needed to Main engineering of those ships if needed. Primary objective is the other Odyssey. If her Aquarius is operational and secondary Power grid is intact. Then get it up and running. If her secondary grid is non operational. Get it manned and launched. Those two ships may be the only thing that can protect us from pirates, scavengers, Or our attackers if we were attacked. Until we know for a fact we were not attacked, no distress call."

Getting the upper armor on top of the suit he said, "uh..." and looking to see an Lt with a yellow stripe across his uniform. "Lieutenant, I want you to take an engineering team to the main shuttle bay, Activate and tie in the Shuttle craft, flyers and runabouts to the tertiary power grid. Use their transporters to get around the ship and get Life support stabilized." Taking hold of his saber he placed it on his belt in staff form, as he pointed to four Ensigns. "You four, Suit up. We are heading to main engineering to confirm Antimatter containment, and attempt to repair main power." Slipping on the helmet as it produced a material that flowed over his face he said, "Move people like you have a purpose."

Grabbing hold of am Omega Rifle he activated his personal shields as the Engines began to suit up. "Commander, Until we get a handle on the Situation, If any ship appears order them to keep their distance. Give them one warning or they will be fired upon. Make sure they understand it will be their only warning. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir!" she said as someone looked at him. Right now he closed his eyes and tried to think, No distress call, could be fatal, which meant if he was laying in the open bleeding, dying not calling for help might be his death. But looking around he could see the fine detail on everything. One never knows they are dreaming, but even when he could remember his dreams. vividly. They were never this detailed. He looked over at the View screen. He could see every line, crisp, clean. Perfectly defined. And something else made him concerned. Something in the back of his mind, a Growing darkness, a sensation of dread. That danger was approaching. AS he checked the other side of his head from where the braid was not, he began to puzzle some things out. If he was in a dream. Why would he have a Padawan Braid. Why would he not be a full fledged master. Second why wasn't he human anymore. third why a combination of Star trek and star wars? Why not Skyrim, Fallout. He smiled and said to himself, "Hell why not an island paradise..." and as he was about to continue someone interrupted his thoughts.

"Sir?" as he said, "Just thinking to myself about a place I would like to Retire to."

"Didn't know Jedi could retire." his commander said. "Sir I have to ask. Why no distress signal?"

"I sense something out there. Something dangerous. And I would like to get the ships under power before I start broadcasting I am a wounded animal. Because not everyone likes to fight fair. I don't."

With a grunt she nodded and with the ensigns getting their weapons. He finished his thought privately /Why not an island paradise where I could have a harem of pleasure slaves? why choose something where I would have to be celibate and get blue balls./

With his crew ready he looked to the four ensigns who were now armored. Weapons out as he said, "Set weapons for heavy stun, watch your targets. Watch your fire, and Check your targets. I don't want any friendly fire incidents."

And with it he grabbed some repelling equipment. "Alright, Everyone has their orders. Move out." he said and began to move back through the hall. He could feel the tension on the ship, not as many minds as he would expect. Where they elements of his own mind? Or something else. He needed to dismiss these thoughts, so pushing them back to the rear of his mind he began to focus on heading down the hall and solving the problems at hand. Survival. Once again he thought. If he did not struggle to survive, fight for it, in a dream you would die.