Mr. Cross was afraid. That he was afraid of a teenager didn't seem to matter at the moment. Mostly because said teenager was holding him up in the air and choking the life out of him. And this was important, without touching him in any way. "Lord Razzle, what brings you here?" Mr. Cross was the human equivalent of a crocodile. So showing fear to a child was just unacceptable.

"My master is displeased. Do you no what happens to people when my master is displeased with them," the boy had the most innocent voice. His name was Razzle Fal. He was fourteen years old and he was Sith.

"The same as what happens to people who displease me," Mr. Cross gasped.

Razzle raised an eyebrow and dropped the CEO. "I like you Mr. Cross. And so does my master that is why I haven't ripped out your still beating heart." This was an exaggeration. He wasn't yet up to ripping out bodily organs. Currently, Razzle was not completely seeped in evil…it was more of a thin coating that involved inventive cruelty rather than bloodshed. It was however, gratifying that Mr. Cross believed him. "You're ruthlessness is…refreshing and could take you far in the future."

Mr. Cross nodded.

"What's the delay?" Razzle perched himself on Mr. Cross's very big desk. He swung his legs back and forth.

Mr. Cross did not get this kid. In some ways he was a scary a bastard as anyone Cross had ever met in others he was more innocent then his twelve year old daughter.

"That reporter that's been sniffing around…"

Razzle rolled his eyes. It never failed—the press was exactly the same no matter what galaxy you were in.

Cross shrugged apologetically, "We don't know who she's talked to. So I wanted to talk to her and see what she knew before I have her killed."

He had learned quickly that lying to Razzle or his master was a quick ride to painville and being a smart man he just stopped doing it.

"Sensible precaution."

"We had to temporarily stop production because of her and that damn robot dog," Mr. Cross explained.

"Robot dog? I was under the impression that Earth's technology didn't extend to droids," Razzle Fal said carefully.

"That's mostly right." Cross admitted.

"Mostly right?"

"Yeah, there's a A.I. over in America called Johnny 5. Actually has citizenship. And there rumors about talking cars and thinking helicopters…" Cross trailed off. "I'll have a report made up for you."

"Do that."

The door swung open and in scuffled in two men in ill-fitting suits. One in black, the other in blue.

"Sir, we have a problem." Said Goon-One

They found themselves in a small park after hightailing it away from the alley. The cops had been called in and no one had really wanted to make a statement. They were seated around a picnic table with pealing green paint.

"The Force is what gives a Jedi his power. It's an energy field created by all living things. It surrounds us and penetrates us. It binds the Galaxy together." Rose explained earnestly.

"What like duct tape?" The Doctor said skeptically.

Rose grinned, "That's what I said. Luke…Luke Skywalker, my master turned so many shades of purple, when I said that, I thought he was gonna pass out," Rose's eyes twinkled as she reminisced.

"Your master?" Sarah Jane noted the Doctor's lips turn down in a rueful pout.

"My teacher. Callin 'im master, it's like sensei. Like in martial arts." Rose explained.

The Doctor's pout didn't go away. He didn't like Rose calling anybody master—in any capacity.

"And you can move things around telekinetically?" Sarah Jane propped up her chin with a thoughtful fist.

"Sort of, yeah." Rose leaned back. "And other stuff."

The Doctor was watching Rose. She had changed. It wasn't just the new hunger for learning…that he found delightful, or the tendency to become battle ready at a moments notice…disturbing but useful, it was her new calm. He wasn't sure if he approved. One of the best things about Rose was her sense of wonder, her verve. Oh, it was still there but it was tempered by knowledge and discipline.

Sarah Jane was watching the Doctor watch Rose. It looked like the happily oblivious Rose was under a blinding searchlight.

"What I would like to know is how a bunch of weaponry from the Geo-Luc galaxy got to Earth." Rose wondered.

The Doctor pulled himself away from his in-depth perusal of his companion's face, "Yeah. That is the question." He turned his attention to Sarah Jane. "How did you get involved in this, Sarah Jane."

The reporter shrugged, "One of my sources came to me with a story. Scunthorp had become the town if you wanted black market weapons. He said that a company…Cross & Bone Inc. was starting to develop weapons that could make what's on the market now obsolete."

Mr. Cross looked at Mr. Bone. Mr. Bone looked back at him.

Mr. Cross supposed it was his own fault. He'd never introduced Bone to Razzle…or his Master. All that Bone knew that was their new munitions business was in the money. Bone was a good partner a man who knew the meaning of 'mutual benefit.'

Mr. Bone was a round man with a balding head. He didn't really understand why his partner in crime was panicked about a couple of safety inspectors. It wasn't as if the entire place was dedicated to making things that went boom.

Bone nodded, "I'll take care of it. Don't worry." He took in Cross's tired expression and his eyes moved to the boy sprawled in a chair changing the channels on the plasma screen with rapt fascination.

"Who's the kid?"

"Ra…Raymond. My godson." Mr. Cross said quickly.