LEGEND OF THE SORAI
A/N: Yes. I know. I put in Adventures in Odyssey. I'm probably going to get flamed for that one bad. Well it could be worse, I could have sent people back in time to Tom Sawyer universe; I doubt anyone would have liked Tom Sawyer to become involved as a science fiction crossover. I wouldn't even write something with Tom Sawyer as a sci fi if I were drunk……not that I've ever been drunk. Yes. I write most of my stories a bit out there, especially series that shouldn't do crossover or sci-fi relations. But it can be done, because better authors out there have been done. I write for pleasure, nothing more. But back to my original point, I'm bringing in A.I.O as the only non science fiction series here, though while Aladdin wasn't Science Fiction; it serves the purpose for the purpose that Agrabah will be used in Chapters three and on. One minor note, when Owen was confronted last chapter, there were three guns and an energy lance. It should of have been three guns and three lances, my mistake was that different parts were written on different days, and I am taking my time with this story. And once more a reminder that I own nothing except some concepts that I come up with, all original stuff is owned by it's respective peoples.
Prologue:
"What's all the beeping about?" asked Holly as she monitored other events.
"It's a warning system that I've built," said Artemis looking grim as he looked at various screens, "OH………crap!"
Artemis Fowl never swore, even Butler or Julie did either, but Holly had seen enough of Artemis to know that something was up.
"We have containment break," said Artemis, "In world 5 Parallelity 1, a parallel world to ours, without magic, well sort of, they don't have magic, but they believe in the supreme being, God, Yahweh, Elohim…I think you get the idea."
"What's your point?" asked Mulch, "Aside from the religious implications, which I've read about in the Bible, unless the apocalypse is happening, then what's of it of concern to us?"
"Crossover," said Artemis, "Someone has initiated crossover to a gateway dimension, dimension 4.8yt, codenamed Agrabah."
"This wouldn't be the Agrabah of Disney's Aladdin would it?" asked Butler trying to pin down the doorway that was used, "A crossover stop point?"
"Yes," said Artemis getting readings now from drones that he had sent to everywhere in known space time and relative time, "However its far different from that movie, Agrabah is a mixture of old Arabian with a mix or flair depends on who you ask, of steam punk."
"Galactus?" muttered Foaly, trying to get readings on whether human ingenuity had opened the gate, or something else.
"Yes," said Artemis, "And no."
"Meaning," said Holly, "That there are variations to Galactus that even the Earth 216 Alpha is aware of."
"Chronis is going to burn for this, after the trial of course," said Artemis, "that and a few other people, especially the Masaki bunch."
"Should I send a squad over?" asked Holly
"Yes," said Artemis, "But have them stay at a distance and not interfere, and inform them that if they even shoot without my permission, that I will personally execute them from here, others right now are looking for the Dragon Lord, and I have a hunch that Multiverse 67.99IK.3x aka the Star Wars Universe will want him, especially since he is an untapped weapon, if things get out of control, then they will ally with the crossovers
From World 5, and protect the Dragon Lord until we arrive to conduct him to the trial."
"Understood," said Holly, as she put on her combat jacket, "I'm going then; Mulch come with me, I want every available Dwarf, Sprite, and Pixie in prison that you know to be lined up and ready, I'm going with the 75th LEPpatrol and the 8th LepRecon Advanced, I need a crack squad as well, fully armed."
Artemis glanced at Holly, a bit surprised, as did Foaly, Mulch, and Butler, Holly wasn't all that friendly with the prisoners, and if she needed a crack squad to assist the 75th and the 8th, then maybe he should go. He started to the door, but Foaly came up beside him, "Not now Fowl," he said, "Let her go, you know that she's pissed about this whole situation."
Artemis sighed, he'd turned down Holly times to meet her parents, she knew he liked her, but he ignored the fact that he wasn't ready for a family, and would rather continue experiments, it wasn't that he was a cold heartless jerk, it was more the fact that he cared enough that he didn't want to hurt her, he loved her, and she knew it, he just couldn't come to fully do what he needed to do, and she had hopped that after this trial, that things might change, she'd hinted at it, but he'd ignored it, he'd have to make amends soon, he'd have to marry her.
Chapter Three: From bad to worse to even a lot more unlikeableness. Conversion Point One
"Repeat that again Walsh." Said Mal, "I'm not sure I heard you right."
"I said," Walsh groaned, "That the ship is rebuilding, like its parts are all coming back together, and reforming itself."
"Are we in the way of full reformation?" asked Mal.
"I would like to move the ship out a few hundred more klicks," said Walsh, "I don't know if it's going to use molecular regeneration or pull the pieces that are floating back."
"Do it," said Mal, "how are we doing with getting the tri-pod gun in?"
"I'm going to need a few hours," said Walsh, "and Kayley's help as well, but we can get it put on top of the ship, Kayley is currently fixing it so that it works in deep space."
"Good enough for me," said Mal, "I'm going to get some more sleep…oh and Walsh, make sure you input codes to the rebuilding ship, I want it."
"Understood," said Walsh, "But when Jayne was with you, that doorbell device was used, it input all the codes for a full takeover."
"Good," said Mal, as he went back to his nap.
ELSEWHERE: AGRAHBAH
Connie woke up and tried to remember where she was, she looked outside her window, expecting to see Odyssey and someone walking by her house, and then she remembered she wasn't in Odyssey anymore, or for that matter on Earth.
"You're awake," said a voice, "That's good to see."
She turned to see Eugene in a strange outfit, it looked like military, only not, or one she wasn't familiar with, and there was Whit with him as well, sipping a cup of hot coffee.
"Good morning to you as well Eugene," said Connie groggily, "Where are we?"
"Agrahbah," said Eugene, "Center Gateworld of the Outer Realms of Interspace of the Multiverse."
"In other words," said Whit, "We're not in Kansas anymore Dorothy."
"Is there a place where I can shower or something like that?" she asked, "I mean if this is Agrahbah, then there is a bathhouse near by or something?"
Eugene chuckled, "This isn't Disney," he said, "Yeah, there's a shower in this room…to your left."
She got up and went to find the shower, she found it. She was quite surprised to see it look more like a steam punk version of a shower she saw in a movie once before, the clothes she saw on Whit and Eugene must be as well, but why did they have weird insignias?
Half an hour later she was out after enjoying the water, it felt pure and heavenly; whatever they used to filter here must be a lot better.
Whit and Eugene weren't in the room, but she found clothes had been left for her, she tried them on and found that they fit; that was another question to ask when she could. She exited the room and found stairs, and went down to the main floor, entering she saw Whit and Eugene at a table and sat down with them.
"You look refreshed," said Whit, "We're ordering breakfast now, and waited for you to get down here."
"So what's with your outfits?" Connie asked, "They don't look like what I'm wearing, mine feels like it belongs on a civilian, yours both look like they're military."
"That's because they are," said a new voice coming in.
"Ah," said Eugene, "Advisor Jafar, meet Constance Kendal, another one of our companions."
"Jafar?" asked Connie, "but you're a villain!"
Jafar sighed, "As I explained to Whit last night, the movies and such have yet to meet us in actuality, they go with the stories from their worlds, and as such, those that are rendered as villains aren't, and those that are rendered as heroes' are……mostly."
"So the portrayal of you in the movie Aladdin and Return of Jafar are incorrect?" asked Connie.
"Yes," said Jafar, "Besides, those events never happened here…actually it's a long story, and we don't have time for it, because you have to find who you came to find."
"Oh," said Connie, "So that magician guy was correct."
Jafar rolled his eyes, "Galactus is not a magician, he is one of the supreme beings, and unfortunately he can't meddle in these affairs or elsewise the Preservers would destroy him."
"Who are the Preservers?" asked Connie.
"That's not a discussion we need to have right now," said Eugene, "We need to find the Dragon Avatar, three nights ago, one of the out world gates opened and a battalion of heavily armed troopers came to the Castle and asked about him, if we'd seen him."
"This is the troubling part," said Eugene as he showed Connie the insignia, "Recognize it?"
"Imperials?" asked Connie, "What use would an Avatar be for them?"
"We wanted to know the same question," said Jafar, "But we told them we didn't even know what they were talking about, and ushered them out of the palace and city, they're still here, we have regular updates from spies and others who've seen them, they're scouring all over, looking for this person or being."
"Whoever he or she is," said Connie, "Is obviously important."
"Hence the fact that Eugene and Whit both have command experience," said Jafar, "That is why they have military uniforms, they'll be leading an expedition out to where the Imperials are camped out, not to engage them, but to guard the main entrance to the city."
"I'm guessing that I'm going to be searching for the Avatar?" asked Connie.
"Yes," said Jafar, "You'll all be coming to the Palace after you've eaten, and get geared up."
"Okay," said Connie, "lets go."
In a dark alley on the outskirts of town, a young man was sitting on the steps of a front porch of one of the houses, he was looking up at the sky, when a bunch of white armored men and two grey suited men showed up.
"We're looking for someone," said the lead grey suit, "hopefully you can answer our questions."
"Get the weapons out of my face," said the man, "and I'll do that."
John Goldwood wasn't used to having guns shoved in his face, and with the fact that he got angry extremely easy, he'd prefer not to kill anyone right now.
"We should take you in for being insubordinate," said the man, "I'm commander Torkin and this is my second Lieutenant-commander Joris of the Imperial Guard."
"Big whoop," said John nonchalantly, "You can address me as Captain John Goldwood."
"Which division?" asked Torkin.
"Special Forces," said Goldwood, "Assigned to Outer Multiversal Dimensions under Command of Central Earth Multiverse 9.33XA."
Both men saluted, and Goldwood laughed, "At ease gentlemen, now tell me who you are looking for."
"We're looking for someone called the Dragon Avatar," said Joris, "He is a being of incredible strength and our Emperor, Emperor Palpatine wants him under his control."
John sighed, oh great, another socio-psychopath wanting control, John knew very well of Multiverse 23 Universe 43 Socio Designation X3-TX, advanced ships, interplanetary weaponry and such, he also had no reason to go there, however the great computer of Central had given him information on all universes and multiverses should he need to go there.
"The Dragon Avatar," said John "That's the being's name or it's title?"
"Title," said Torkin, "We don't know his actual name or we'd have something easier to go on."
John was happy for this, he didn't want to be captured just then and there by the Imperials, especially for Palpy's uses, he had watched the video's of the Star Wars Universe as they had been portrayed by Lucas film and after his last experience with the Dark Council, knew that nothing was ever what it was, and especially after coming to Agrahbah, that was defiantly true.
"Well," said John hoping to throw them off the track, since he'd heard something, "I've heard that there has been a nigthly disturbance in the deep desert for a while, some creature that comes out only at night and causes mayhem and destruction before disappearing til the next night, that may be your Avatar or something else, I assume you have something to contain him/it with?"
"Yes," said Joris, "We've got a heavily modified Jedi capture cage, that when in use activates every type of inhibitor so that the being cannot escape."
John's eyes were grim, but he remained nonplussed, "If I see the being," he said, "I will relay information to you via messenger."
"We wish to continue through here," said Torkin, "Hopefully the Sultan will have heard something."
"Unfortunately," said another voice with a bit of a steel in it, "That is not permitted."
We all looked up to see a man in his early twenties jump off one of the roofs of one of the buildings. He was dressed in really late period earth pants, out of place shirt for the desert, and strapped combat boots with large buckles on them. He had a bow staff across his back and retro looking goggles, obviously for dealing with sandstorms and the like.
The storm troopers pointed their guns at the man, but Joris waved them down.
"And why is going into the city not permitted?" Joris asked.
"The Sultan has decreed that the outsiders are not to be permitted into the city," said the man, "The fact that you trespass here he is willing to forgive, but if you don't leave now, there will be a problem."
Torkin laughed, "Yeah, there will be," he said, "You splattered across the ground, we want the Dragon, and we will have him."
"I'm sure if he were here," said the man, "That he'd come if you found him."
"I really don't like you boy," said Joris, "and since there's a lot more of us, we can make this easy."
The man laughed, and snapped his fingers three times, in a circle around him. Immediately ten other men appeared on the rooftops, plus a man on air vehicle with three large looking cannons pointing at the contingent.
"I was being nice," said the man, "Now leave."
Joris gulped, and Torkin rolled his eyes, then raised his communicator to his lips, "This is Torkin," he said, "I want reinforcements here now."
There was static and no response, Torkin tried again, and still more static, he tried again and then looked at the man, who was smiling, "What did you do?"
"We've been blocking your signal since your group showed up in the city this afternoon," said the man, "We've been watching your entrance, and decided to be nice enough not to kill you, now leave."
Torkin smiled, "Boy," he said, "Your head will make a nice trophy on my wall."
I backed out of the way, as Torkin pulled out a blade and ran at the man who just stood still, waiting. Three seconds later, Torkin was laid out flat on the ground, the blade in his stomach and Joris with a spear in his chest, which I learned was the same staff that the man had been carrying. The troopers, all twenty of them had also been shot as well before they had gotten a chance to fire or move to firing position. Ten more men moved from the shadows and an extremely old truck spewing steam out of its exhaust piped moved in for them to place the bodies. All in all, it took them five minutes for this whole scenario.
"Captain John Goldwood," said the man, "You are hereby ordered to come to the palace and be placed under protective arrest under the Sultan's orders."
"Stand to and provide me with your name," said John.
"Aladdin," said the man, "Commander of the Streetrats, a special branch of the Sultan's forces here."
"Why the protective arrest?" asked John.
"That situation was not under control," said Aladdin, "Joris was a telepath, he was trying to peer into your soul to see the truth, the fact that you kept them talking was to their advantage, they wanted you."
"So you killed a small recon group," sighed John, "May I remind you that from what I saw on the newscast, that they have at least two full battalions plus a mech group."
"We're well aware of that," said Aladdin, "That's why we used silenced weapons and such, and we're disposing of the bodies at the palace, that way no questions will be asked."
John sighed, He didn't want this, he didn't like being cooped up.
"Fine," John said, "I'll come."
Aladdin smiled, most of the other men had melted away, the flying platform had disappeared, and there were about three other men looking around.
"Does the Sultan know who the Dragon Avatar is?" asked John.
"No," said Aladdin, "But you have some connection, and so you need our protection until he/it the Dragon Avatar is safe."
John sighed inwardly, this was good, if they didn't know he was the avatar, then this was a lot easier at staying unnoticed.
Another flying barge came out of nowhere and picked the five of them up. John then realized something, "This barge," he murmured, "It has no motor or engine."
Aladdin nodded, "It's propelled by the sands," he explained, "Most of our smaller personnel craft use the power of the sands to move.
John thought for a moment, not understanding, and then he realized, the sands of time, these barges moved independent of space and time, their continuity running fluidly like nothing he had seen before.
Half an hour later they were at the palace, and by that time it was mid-afternoon, and other people were coming in as well.
"We have at least five other search teams out," said Aladdin, plus a guest team from world 5 Parallelity 1."
John blinked, "wait," he muttered, "They don't have anything specialist wise there, they're completely normal."
"Galactus doesn't think so," said another voice coming in, "he thinks that they might be able to find what we're looking for."
"Jafar," said Aladdin bowing, "Apologies for my intrusion here, Imps were in the edge of town, and I had a Street Rat division in range, in fact I believe that the incinerator will be taking care of them."
"At ease Commander," said Jafar, "The princess has been looking for you."
"What does her majesty require?" asked Aladdin.
"You dufus," sighed Jafar, "How many times must I remind you that bowing to me and asking what she wants of me is something you don't have to do, you're married to her, you know that very well you are welcome here in the palace, just because you are a former urchin, doesn't mean I have anything against you."
"I'm of humble origins Jafar," said Aladdin, "I've never liked living here in the palace, I love Jasmine very much, but I'm still not used to all the splendor and riches."
"It's been three years," said Jafar, "and…."
"Ahem," said John, "I don't mean to break up this little chat, but you were saying something Jafar?"
"Oh yes," said Jafar, "Liander wants to see you."
"The Sultan," said Aladdin.
So the Sultan had a name, though John had to keep reminding himself that the movies didn't have time for anything major on that part.
"Right," said John, "I'm assuming there is an escort or something…"
"You're a guest here John," said Jafar, "You're not a prisoner, just because Aladdin sometimes is gruff, he's not a bad guy, just slightly well, gruff."
Aladdin sighed, "Come on."
Walking through the palace was like walking through a museum, in fact there was a gift shop in the back somewhere, but the place was so big, very neo middle-eastern with a Neo-European feel to it. What got me the most was the men walking through the area with blonde hair, and swimming goggles.
"What's with the goggles?" asked John.
"Those are our pilots," said Jafar, "Since we have a lot of sandstorms, and most of the cockpits are open air, with the exception of our upper atmosphere patrols that have enclosed cockpits."
A man came running over to Jafar and bowed, to which Jafar sighed, "Report messenger."
"You and our guest are wanted in message room three," said the man, "an incoming call from Mechanicles."
"How important?" asked Jafar a bit impatiently.
"Coded level 1.5 sir," said the messenger, "Sides, if he wanted a regular call he'd call the sultan, but I think that this is urgent."
"Right," said Jafar, "Aladdin, go to the Sultan, and inform him of what is going on," then Jafar pushed his sleeve back and revealed a watch thing, touching one of the buttons we suddenly were engulfed in light and ended up somewhere else in the palace.
"Right," said Jafar realizing for a second about who was with him, "Sorry about that, but this I guess is important."
"Mechanicles lives out in the desert and is more or less a hermit," said John, "What importance could he be?"
"He lives far out enough that he will sometimes hear information before our nets do and get it to us," said Jafar, "and yes, he isn't one of the good guys, the show was partially right, but at the same time he's learned the errors of his ways, we have on staff a few of his personally designed ships."
Then John remembered, the barges, they moved outside the realm of space time.
"This is Jafar," said Jafar, "This had better be good Mark,"
A man's face appeared on screen, just like the tv series, but he looked a bit more muscular, with a scar across one part of his face.
"We need to speak with your guest," said Mechanicles, "we would prefer to have him come to us."
"You know that I can't have that right now," said Jafar, "The sultan and our guests want to meet him, and right now we need to consider his safety."
"I have a teleporter running hot," said Mechanicles, "In fact it should be locking on to him…"
All of a sudden, John was no more, he was tossed, turned, tumbled, disoriented, reoriented, tumbled, turned, and tossed, still he was in a heap on a cave floor."
"Now," said the man, "Sorry about that Jafar, but I'm slightly paranoid, and with the other universers here, having this played over the airwaves might not be a good thing."
Then the man turned to me, and smiled, "Greetings John," he said, "Or should I say Dragon Avatar."
Elsewhere, specifically Tatooine, Mos Eisely.
"We need to sell the speeder," said Jack, "and get off this planet, and possibly get some fitting clothes for the weather."
"I disagree Jack," said Samantha Carter, "Right now, we need transport and these clothes are our best identification in the event that somehow we come across allies of ours."
"Commander," said Teal'c, "There seems to be a commotion up ahead."
Jack and Daniel immediately took point, while Teal'c, Rya'c, Bra'tac, and Sam took up the rear.
"Let us go," said a voice, "We ain't done anything wrong."
"We're slavers," said the other voice, "You're an easy mark, you will come with us."
Jack and company walked up guns pointed and Jack smiled, "They won't be coming with you," he said, "They're coming with us."
The Slavers looked at the six SGC officers and laughed, which was a big mistake, Teal'c raised his staff and fired two shots which took out the lead slaver, Bra'tac jumped in and started swinging left and right, while the others started shooting. Soon enough, other guns started firing; Imperial troopers were on the scene, mopping up the slaver crew. In ten minutes the firefight was ended, though it wasn't much of a firefight, just all the slavers being shot up and laying dead.
The lead imperial saluted Jack, "Thank you sir," he said, "What regiment are you with?"
"That's none of your concern captain," said Jack, noticing the man's rank, "We're with a specialist group, these civilians are with us."
"Aye sir," said the Stormtrooper, and he and his men left.
"that was easy," said one of the others.
"Too easy," said O'Neil, "Who are you people?"
"We are the Fellowship of The Heart," said the grey cloaked man who had a staff with an orb in one hand and a sword sheathed.
"Fellowship of the Heart?" asked Sam a bit puzzled, "What kind of group is that?"
"Does it really matter?" said a young man about the age of twenty who had a six foot tall striped tiger with him, "We're here to find him."
"Calvin…" muttered Grey Cloak, "these people might not be the good guys,"
"No," said Jack, "We are, we're here for some reason as to ourselves that we don't know why."
"Him?" asked Teal'c, "Who is this him you speak of?"
"The guy in the holo," said the girl with the 6 foot tall bunny, "He is one of our allies in our fight against the Darkness."
Sam looked at the picture and saw a young man who had the look of the weight of the world on him, his eyes were pure blue and he had an aura, as she could sense it from the picture, of power, of someone who leads and helps by example.
"How long has he been missing?" asked Ryac?
"That's just the thing," said Grey Cloak, "He vanished of his own accord, but he said that he was searching and our search of his jumps led us here, after that, we don't know where he is."
"There's a bar nearby," said Teal'c, surveying the place, and seeing Wulhur's Bar sign decided that they should go, "Maychance we can talk in there and come to an understanding."
They walked in to find the place crowded, a beeper started going off, and the barkeeper looked at them, "no droids," he said, "they're not liked in here."
Cat, Banpei and Siegel nodded, and Skuld suggested that the three of them wait outside the door in the event that John Garrtz showed up, and also to provide cover fire in the event trouble showed up as Jack thought might happen with his snappish attitude towards the Stormtrooper.
"So what's so special about this guy?" asked Jack, "aside from the fact that he could naturally "port?"
"He's one of the Wheels of the Universe," said the Bunny, "Also known as the Engine of Creation."
"Wheel?" asked Jack, "Engine?"
"The Paradine," muttered Daniel, "In another Multiverse, the answer to the creation were the Paradine; beings who were both in the past and present and future, simultaneously."
"Wow," said Jack, "So Super Ancients then."
"Nope," said Daniel, "Same attitude as the Ancients, though a bit more riddle-liking."
"So why is he so special then?" asked Bra'tac, "The fact that we've gotten at least ten tables here, with a lot of you, plus three warbots."
"Because he's died so many times," said Tiger, who had been introduced as Hobbes, "He is one of the Phoenix beings, and as such he is here to eradicate the person responsible behind the problems."
By this time, two men came into the bar, one was a native, and Jack recognized the kid who had been on the farm where they'd gotten the landspeeder from, and the other man wore a brown habit, two droids stood in the doorway, with the buzzer thing as well going off. The manager said the same thing, and they left as well, one of the women with Hearts, muttered something into a comm device to which there was an acknowledgement.
The young man who'd come in with the robbed man went to the bar and ordered a drink, immediately he was accosted by another bar patron, at the same time, the beacon on Jack's coat started going off.
"This is Commander O'Neil," said Jack.
"This is Colonel Pendergast of the Promethus," said the voice on the end, "My beacon started buzzing soon as I came in system, though I am at odds because I have a Captain O'Neil on board, along with a Commander Carter, Doctor Jackson, and a Commander Teal'c, yet I'm getting six beacon counts off an SG-1 signature."
Jack blinked, and Belldandy summarized for him, "Different Multiverse," she said, "My guess is that the adventures you've had, have split off into several realities.
(BTW: If you're wondering where this takes place for SG-1, I decided that to best avoid continuity with canon, between the death of Apopthis and the onset of Anubis…the other ships? More then likely set ahead of other time periods of future SG-1 events.)
"So then this Commander O'Neil on the ground isn't mine then?" asked Pendergast.
"No," said Jack, "I guess not."
Suddenly the beacon went off again, and a voice came through, "This is Colonel Ellis," it said, "Is that Commander O'Neil?"
"Greetings to you too," said Jack, "Apparently we've got weird things going on."
"Far Weirder then you realize," said Ellis, "Commander, there is ship in system, calls itself the Paul Revere, the captain of that ship says that he would like to join our group."
"So?" asked Jack.
"The ship is a star destroyer," said Ellis. Though at the mention of Star Destroyer, several heads in the bar perked, and scattered. The being who had been accosting the native was on the floor dead, shot by a couple of blaster bolts from the hot-shot jockey in the corner who was now discussing business with the kid and the robbed guy. When the hot shot heard this, he whistled, "One star destroyer, wow, I must be worth enough that the Hutt is pissed off."
"Again," said Ellis, "It's under the command of a Derril Book."
The Hotshot suddenly sat bolt upright, "Did he say Book?"
Jack nodded, "Commander Jack O'Neil, SG-1."
"Captain Han Solo of the Millennium Falcon," said Solo, "First Mate Chewbacca, and these two men here are my golden ticket to the big time, apparently there's something going on that has to be taken care of, and if Book here has a Star Destroyer things may be easier."
"Sorry to break it to you Solo," said Ellis's voice, "But he's here to speak with the group on the ground, if you need escort, there's about ten other ships here who'd be willing to provide help, though do it soon, tactical shows that are two other cruisers reroute, I'm guessing that you've got something hot with you."
"He means the droids," said Solo looking at the Moisture farmer who was looking at Jack who realized what was going on, "Yeah, we've got a situation."
"The Revere is ten minutes away and has been notified and will heave to and fire at the two cruisers, the ships that apparently are all SG-1 commanded by various other people, will provide cover fire, the Apollo and the Daedalus will escort you and your people to where you need to go," said Ellis.
"Thank you," said Solo.
Suddenly a commotion outside, as shots could be heard, and Siegel's voice over the communicator, "Storm Troopers," she said, "I'm getting the golden droid and the smaller one out of here, but I think they're a hot commodity."
"Solo," said Jack, "Get to your ship, we'll handle the company."
Everyone split up, most of the Fellowship all teleported out, guns fired as the Gate team and the Jaffa fired at the two platoons, six against 20 is not the best odds, but seeing as how it was diversionary tactics so that Solo and his crew could get to their ship and get gone.
Suddenly there was a flare of shots from elsewhere and a odd looking ship came flying out of nowhere buzzing the Storm Troopers with one cannon on it's main underside body. With most of the Troopers in disarray, Jack and Company cut a nice path through, with a few others of the Fellowship mopping up any survivors.
A few minutes later the ship landed, and a man dressed in a Hawaiian Print shirt, and khaki's with a holster on stepped out, "I'm Walsh," he said, "Our boss is on the Revere."
"Your boss is Book?" asked Jack.
"No," said Walsh, "Malcolm Reynolds, captain of the Serenity, but he's providing fire support for the fight with the two cruisers, which had these two platoons on the ground first."
"Any others?" asked Jack.
Gunfire erupted from somewhere across the spaceport, "That answer your question asked Walsh.
But the answer was soon mute as the Falcon flew off and up into the upper atmosphere, "He made it," said Walsh.
"Good," said Jack.
"So what is your purpose here?" asked the grey coated man who came to be known as Gandalf, addressing the SG team and Walsh.
"We're not sure," said Jack, "We came here by accident."
"We came here by accident as well," said Walsh, "What's your purpose?"
"We're here seeking a man by the name of John Garrtz," said Gandalf, "The Phoenix Avatar."
"He's with Jabba the Hut," said a new voice, "Or rather he's a prisoner of Jabba, apparently Jabba is holding him as ransom."
Everyone turned to see a white haired old man come into view.
"That's why those two cruisers were here," said the man, "They were after the droids and they were here to claim the Avatar. The emperor wants both."
"Then lets go get us a Phoenix," said Jack.
"the Fellowship has grown stronger," said Calvin.
"I wonder," said Jason, "How these conversion points came to be?"
"Does it really matter?" asked Jeremy checking the sights on his rifle, "After all, we're the good guys."
"The Multiverse is at stake here people," said Belldandy, "We need the Dragon, the Phoenix and the Time Avatar to fix this situation, try and remember that."
Another puff of sand and the Falcon came to rest beside them, "We figured that you could use some help," said Solo, "The droids were transferred to the Apollo, The Old man went with them, but me, Chewy and the kid will help out, oh and Book, nice to see you again."
Book glanced at Solo, "You may be referring to my Grandfather," he said, "I'm Derril Book, call me Shepherd."
"Let's go rescue us a bird," said someone.
END CHAPTER THREE