Gracie Possible was bored. She stared through the protective glass windows of her grandfather's laboratory with the advanced quantum power regulatory project on the other side. She understood that a large orbital space station would need a massive amount of power to work. This project would allow for the energy from atomic, chemical, and solar power to be contained, joined, and directed as necessary. The amount of power the regulators could handle was staggering in size so she was using it as a science project for school. She had accompanied her grandfather to the Middleton Rocket and Science Center to view a final test phase trial of the project. She was still bored. Her parents had flown off to save the world and she was stuck here.

George, the naked mole rat emerged from Gracie's pocket and began making an elaborate snoring noise.

"Yeah, I know. Just don't let grandpa notice" warned Gracie.

Doctor James Timothy Possible could read body language and could hear the occasional deep sigh that emanated from his granddaughter. He knew how she was feeling because he had seen the same expression on his daughter's face. He wondered if all fathers were cursed to believe their daughters, and granddaughters, were the most beautiful creatures in the world. He certainly did.

"Having fun, kiddo?" asked James.

"Yes, grandpa, this is all so very big".

"You know kiddo back in my day this would have been the biggest. I have seen dozens of projects like this one over the years and they never cease to amaze me".

"Which one was your favorite?" asked Gracie warming to the subject.

"My favorite?"

"You have been a part of so many great breakthroughs. Which one was your greatest contribution to the world? That would be a great ending piece for my science project".

James tapped his finger against his chin for a few seconds and seemed to contemplate his answer carefully. "Your mother".

"What? Mom?"

"Sweet", said George from Gracie's pocket.

"Yes, you asked what my greatest contribution to the world was and it's your mother".

"Really?"

"Really, Really. I have enjoyed my work, career, and all the contributions to science that I have been a part of. However, the single greatest thing I have ever done and am most proud of is your mother. I just wish…"

"Wish what?" asked Gracie and she approached her grandfather and took his hand.

"I wish I was better at showing her just how proud I am and how much she means to me".

Gracie immediately embraced her grandfather. "She knows, grandpa. I have never heard her say anything but how happy and proud she is of both you and grandma. There has never been a moment where her face didn't light up like the sun when she speaks of both of you. Now Uncles Jim and Tim might be another story".

James hugged his granddaughter and wiped his eyes. He didn't know if all fathers were cursed like him but he hoped so. He slowly let Gracie go and her stomach let out a terrible growl.

"Oops. You don't suppose I can get something from the vending machines?"

James smiled and handed her his car keys. "Use the little swipe card on my key ring. It will allow you access to all the machines".

"Yum, yum", said George as he crawled out of Gracie's pocket and rubbed his tummy.

"Please and thank you".

Gracie hurried down to the break area and two of the rocket center staff were sitting at a table drinking coffee. She looked through the food vending machines and finally selected what she wanted.

"Corn chips?" Gracie asked George.

"Nacho cheese", requested George.

She swiped the card from the key chain and the chip bag rotated but did not fall out. She swiped the card again but nothing happened.

"Let go of my corn chips you dang machine". Gracie rocked the machine back and forth for a few seconds but to no avail. "Think you could get up their George?" He saluted and climbed into the machines dispensary. George quickly climbed the various items until he reached the contested bag of chips. However, the stubborn bag of chips still refused to dislodge. Gracie moved to the side of the machine and began to rock it side to side. Finally she stopped and rested her head against the side in defeat.

George climbed out and came over patting Gracie's shoe in consolation.

Gracie then heard a short surprised shout and then the sound of something heavy hitting the floor. She peaked around the vending machine and saw two men in red uniforms carrying staves standing over the prone bodies of the two staff members she had seen before. The men then began scanning the room for anyone else. Gracie leapt back out of sight. Soon she heard the sound of more footsteps approaching the break area and she risked a look from her hiding place.

Gracie saw more than she wanted too. More of the red uniformed men passed by the break area followed by Doctor Drakken, Dementor, and finally a figure in red and black head to toe armor. That must be the Red Raider, thought Gracie, but if he's here then what were her parents after.

"Trouble", said George.

Gracie pulled out her Kimmunicator to call for help but something was jamming it as she couldn't reach anyone. She looked again around the vending machine but the break area was now clear of anyone else but the unconscious staffers. Slipping from her hiding place she picked up George and checked the corridor to the break area. There were red uniformed men down both sides of the corridor.

"Those guys headed for grandpa's lab. We need to find an alternate way to follow." Gracie climbed up on a table and removed a ceiling panel. She climbed up into the piping and duct work above the drop ceiling and replaced the panel. "George, think you can get us to the lab?"

"Too easy," said George.

James Possible was pleased with the power regulators trial results. The regulators would be able to handle almost any energy output he could presently challenge it with. He planned to take Gracie to dinner to celebrate when he heard the sound of metallic feet approaching.

Suddenly armed men in red uniforms entered his lab followed by a red armored figure. He was about to protest when he saw the next two men to enter the room.

"Heinrich. Drew. I should have known".

"Greetings, old chum" said Drakken.

"Both of you were warned away from my family and yet you still think to draw down my daughter's wrath by coming here".

"Oh, this isn't our idea, Dr. Possible" said Dementor. "It's his", and the German villain indicated the red armored figure.

James turned now to the man in red who had initially ignored him to view the power regulators. The man's stance was one of interest and authority. This man concerned James far more than the other two.

"I can handle the wrath of your daughters Dr. Possible", said the Raider without turning from his scrutiny of the power regulators.

"Many have said that. Including these two fools and have lived to regret it."

"Very true. That is why I arranged a distraction for them elsewhere." The Raider now finally turned to Dr. Possible and addressed him directly. "I apologize for this intrusion Doctor but I need the working model of this project and all your data in its operation."

"You expect me to give it to you?"

"No, Doctor. I expect to take it". The drones began taking all the computer systems and then carefully removing the power regulators themselves.

"Without proper knowledge of its operation this equipment could prove quite dangerous" warned James.

Dementor was supervising the drones collecting the equipment and the Raider was now standing directly before James when Drakken slowly removed a device from his coat.

"Thank you for the warning Doctor Possible", said the Raider.

"Yes, I will be very careful in its use", said Drakken as he aimed the device at the Raider's back and fired.

Gracie and George had moved through the vast ceiling network above the lab and were listening to the conversation below. Through a small slit in a raised ceiling panel she saw her grandfather speaking with the Red Raider. Then she saw Drakken pull something from his coat and then aim it at the back of the Raider. A small blue disc shot out from the device and attached itself to the Raider's armor. The effects were instantaneous and devastating. Blue and white sparks erupted from everywhere on the red armor.

"Arrrrghhh….." cried the Raider in agony as he dropped to one knee. Dr. Possible and Dementor both stepped away quickly but Drakken stayed where he was smiling and gloating over the Raider. With what was apparently great effort the Raider once again regained his feet and staggered through the lab crashing into equipment and furniture. He finally fell to his knees again facing away from Drakken. Gracie saw him open his armor and pull something out and toss it under some of the overturned furniture. Then she saw the destructive energy spark even more from the raider's armor.

"Armor….emergency….purge", cried the Raider in agony. Suddenly the armor began falling away for the Raider's body. The armor began disengaging at the joints and falling away from his legs, arms, chest, and finally head. Under the armor was a form-fitting black flight suit that contained a second mask under the helmet.

Dementor quickly rushed forward and began collecting the various components of the armor. He smiled with the child like wonder of a toddler opening his presents on Christmas morning.

Drakken motioned to two of the drones who then advanced expanding their staves and proceeded to pummel the Raider until he lay unmoving on the floor.

"Stop", ordered Drakken to the Drones. "We are not to kill him. We need to leave someone for GJ to find". Drakken reached into a pocket and pulled out a communication device. "It is done. We have the technology and the Raider is dealt with. Begin moving everything to the Epsilon site".

"What did you use on him? I thought his armor was impregnable" said Dementor as he continued collecting the pieces of the Raider's suit.

"Oh, just something a friend of mine whipped up for me". Drakken pointed toward James and two drones now moved up and took hold of his arms. "Doctor Possible I believe that it might be a good idea to take you along with us. You may prove useful in many ways."

Gracie watched as the drones removed all the equipment and led her grandfather away. Then Drakken followed with Dementor pulling up the rear heavily laden with the Raider's armor. Gracie once again tried her Kimmunicator but whatever was jamming it was still working. She waited until she couldn't hear them anymore before she and George dropped down into the lab. She quickly went over to the window and saw a large hovercraft siting in the parking lot. She watched as the drones carried everything they had stolen into the craft. Then she saw Drakken and her grandfather board the craft and it quickly took off and then disappeared.

It was then that she noticed that Dementor had not gotten aboard and she saw the little villain dance and curse the fleeing ship. Then after a few seconds Dementor suddenly gathered the stolen armor and moved off into the darkness. She tried her Kimmunicator again but still could get nothing. She rushed to a land line phone in the lab but it too was not working.

"We have to get help, George." Gracie tried to think of what to do. It was then that she heard a pained groan from across the room. She looked and saw the Raider prone on the floor. He would know where they have taken my grandfather. But can she risk it? What would her mother do?

Gracie knelt beside the Raider and placed her hands on his back. Then she began to clear her mind and focus her energy. She let her energy flow into the Raider and she felt his injuries. Some of his injuries were severe so she poured even more of her healing power into him. She could feel his injuries begin to lessen and then begin to disappear. This was costing her more energy than she intended but the Raider was hurt worse than she thought. Suddenly dizziness began to descend upon her and then her world turned upside down.

When her vision cleared she was on her back and could barely breathe as a large hand wrapped around her throat. She stared into the mask of the Raider as he knelt over her. The Raider appeared to be studying her.

"Why did you help me?" asked the Raider.

"My…grandfather…need…information…" gasped out Gracie.

Suddenly George as a small bundle of rat fury erupted on the Raider. He was everywhere at once biting and clawing. Gracie chose that moment to try to break free but the Raider raised her up and slammed her back down into the floor stunning her. Without releasing his hold on Gracie his other hand shot out suddenly grabbing George and flinging him away. The mole rat skidded across the floor but was up again in seconds and charging back in at the Raider.

"No…George…stop" gasped Gracie. George skidded to a stop but continued to circle the Raider waiting for Gracie to tell him to strike.

That was stupid Gracie, thought the Raider, if it was any villain other than me. He disliked having to hold her down but he must keep up the Raider image. "You think I would help you?"

"I…helped…you".

"You think I owe you?"

"Do…you?" asked Gracie staring unblinking into the black eyes of the Raider's mask. The Raider set silently for a few seconds and then reached down and took her Kimmunicator and placed it inside his suit. Then he stood up releasing Gracie. She gulped air and sat up glaring angrily at the Raider.

"I am a person of duty young Ms. Possible. That means I pay my debts". The Raider moved over the pile of overturned furniture and retrieved something from underneath. What he retrieved looked like some form of journal which he placed inside his suit.

"My name is Gracie".

Are you really that brave my dear or is it something else, thought the Raider. Here you are finally in front of me. This is not the time or place for this meeting though. I must regain control of this situation quickly or else the schedule could be irreparably damaged. He reached down and helped Gracie to her feet.

"You honor me with your name. Very well Gracie. You seek aid in recovering your grandfather and I seek aid in learning how my partner betrayed me. They both originate from the same source, Doctor Drakken. Without my armor, I will need help catching up to Drakken. So I will help you recover your grandfather in exchange for your aid". The Raider extended his hand to Gracie.

What should I do? I can't just help him, he is a villain. But I can't abandon grandpa either. What would mother do?

"Agreed." Said Gracie taking the Raider's hand. George theatrically fainted on the floor below.

"Did you see where Drakken went?"

"He took off in a hovercraft in the parking lot with my grandfather and his research. He left Dementor behind who ran off with your armor".

"Dementor will have to wait. We need to follow Drakken which means we need transportation. The alarm has been raised by now which means the local authorities or GJ will be here soon. If I'm captured you will not save your grandfather. We need to leave now."

"I have a way out", said Gracie shaking her grandfather's car keys.

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In the parking lot of the Science Center they found James's car. The Raider quickly went around to the passenger side.

"Aren't you driving?" asked Gracie.

"I'm inexperienced with your land vehicles and you're driving laws" said the Raider.

"But I don't have my license".

"And I'm a super villain". The Raider got into the car.

"I guess it's alright then". Gracie got in started the car and soon they quickly pulled out of the parking lot.

"We need to get to Upperton quickly but do not draw attention to us", instructed the Raider.

"Why Upperton?"

"My safe house near Middleton is in Upperton. There is equipment and faster transportation there".

"You have a safe house near Middleton?"

"I'm a super villain. We all have safe houses near Middleton". Gracie shrugged her shoulders and drove in silence for several minutes. Should I say anything, thought Gracie? This is a chance to get information that could be useful later.

"Why did you wear a second mask under your armor?"

"I'm Shy".

"I'm serious. Is your identity that important or are you injured?"

"No, it's just that masks are incredibly comfortable, I expect everyone will be wearing them in the future".

"Princess Bride? You're channeling the Princess Bride at me? "

"What is wrong with the Princess Bride?" asked the Raider in apparent confusion.

"I like the Princess Bride. But I don't like you using the Princess Bride". Once again they slipped into silence except when the Raider gave her directions. Time to try something different, thought Gracie.

"What is your name?"

"The Red Raider".

"No, that is your villain shtick. What is your real name?" The Raider didn't respond immediately and Gracie wondered if she had pushed too far.

"I was designated Vega One when I was found as a baby".

"You were found as a baby? You were abandoned? You never knew your parents?"

"Tragic", said George from Gracie's shoulder.

"Correct. Growing up I never knew my parents. But I was told by someone who knew them that I was not abandoned and that I was loved".

"Well I guess that's something." Am I really feeling sorry for this guy, thought Gracie?

"Is It? What of your parents?"

"My parents. Well they overprotective but they mean well. I guess like any family there is good and bad moments but overall I would say they are totally Spankin".

"They strike you?"

"No!" Gracie paused for a moment. "Spankin is slang for very good or the very best".

"I see. I envy you all those moments with your parents."

"Even the bad moments?"

"Even those".

I don't understand this guy, thought Gracie. He changes from very violent to almost caring at times. One of these personalities has to be an act. But which one?

Eventually they entered a rich residential neighborhood of Upperton. The Raider had Gracie stop the car on the side of a street next to several large mansion like homes. They got out and quickly walked by several homes until the Raider turned up the driveway of one home.

Gracie whistled in admiration. The house was huge. It was at least twice the size of her home. The Raider entered a code into a panel next to the front door and they entered. George whistled in appreciation.

They passed through a foyer and several rooms. The mansion was laid out as large square with the central part open and filled with a large arboretum like garden. The rooms were either empty or barely furnished.

"Don't entertain much do you?"

"I like my privacy".

"Why take a home like this?

"The rich often go unnoticed. Wealth keeps away the curious and the local authorities do the rest. This place is for emergencies only not general usage". They passed through the garden and entered what appeared to be a rear utility area. The Raider touched an apparent blank wall and a panel depressed to show another control pad. He entered another code and the back wall of the room disappeared into the floor.

"Originally it was a panic room used by the former owners. I have converted it to an emergency armory". All along the walls were arrayed various weapons and strange equipment Gracie didn't recognize. At one end of the room sat a control station with a computer terminal and several monitor screens. The other end of the room contained racks of clothing that resembled military dress uniforms or armor.

Without a word the Raider began to pull off his clothing. Gracie stood stunned for a moment before blushing and turning around. He hadn't removed the mask but the site of the Raider's bare back filled her mind. His physique had been tall, lean, and muscular. But his body had revealed several scars obviously from previous encounters.

"Please tell me when you're finished", asked Gracie. She heard the Raider chuckle a little behind her.

"Alright you can turn around". Gracie tentatively turned around and saw the Raider was now outfitted in red and black armor that covered his arms, chest, and legs. He still wore the mask she saw earlier.

"You seem to have only one clothing style in mind", said Gracie.

"This is much lighter combat armor. No muscle servo actuators so I am not as strong. It also does not contain external weapon systems. It is only for defense".

"You only had one super set of armor?"

"I have limited supplies. That was my only suit of heavy battle armor".

"I guess you should have been more careful".

The Raider did not reply as he began removing various weapons from the wall. He took two black metal batons and attached them to his back. He took a medium length straight blade and sheathed it behind his waist. He then took knives and blades of various lengths and strapped them to his legs, chest, and arms. Then he strapped on a shoulder holster that contained a strange handgun.

"Drakken should not have been able to overload my armor".

"But he did. He mentioned to Dementor that the device he used was given to him by a new friend", said Gracie.

"That someone is who I must find because no one in this time should have been able to do that".

"This time, what do you mean?" The Red Raider turned quickly upon Gracie.

"Strip", he ordered.

"In your dreams!" Gracie backed away her arms reflexively covering herself. George leapt down and began to growl ominously at the Raider. The Raider turned and pulled an armored suit from the rack of clothing and held it out to Gracie.

"Put this on". Gracie took the outfit and examined it with the same disdain she would for holding a rabid animal.

"It's too big".

"Take everything off include your underclothes. Once you put it on it will adjust to your size". The Raider turned away and sat at the computer console and began to work. The images on the various screens began to change.

"Are you going to look?" asked Gracie.

"Probably".

Gracie hesitated and looked to George who only shrugged his shoulders. Gracie began to take off her clothing while keeping a close watch on the Raider. When finished she neatly folded her clothes and slipped in the suit. It was too big just like she said and she stood there with the pants and sleeves hanging off her limbs. The Raider turned around and Gracie held up her arms showing the oversized fit. The Raider stepped up behind Gracie and pressed some form of hidden control on the back of her suit. Immediately the suit retracted to a skin-tight status all over her body. The suit covered her hands, feet, legs, arms, and chest leaving only the head uncovered. The suit was of the same red and black color as the Raider's suit. The suit was almost weightless and felt like a second skin. Gracie looked up into one of the monitors and saw herself. She liked how she looked in the light battle armor.

"Hey I look good in this, don't I?" It was then that she realized the monitor hadn't been changed so it had been on her the entire time. "You were looking as I changed!"

"I told you I probably would".

"I'm fifteen you pervert".

"I was watching to make sure you put the suit on correctly not for any other reason".

"Sure", pouted Gracie.

The Raider went to the weapon racks and pulled forth a holstered sidearm, a 9 millimeter by the look of it. The holster also held several clips of ammunition. He held the bundle out to Gracie.

"Ms. Normal has instructed you in the use of firearms".

"Yes, but only in practice. I have never fired small arms at real people".

"It's no different". The Raider then held out a silencer as Gracie strapped the holster around her waist.

"You're trusting me with this?"

"Where we are going you may need to defend yourself. Using it against me will not get your grandfather back. However, I would not recommend using it against me after we have rescued him as I have a temper and my spankings hurt". Gracie took the silencer and attached it too her holster. Reaching down she picked up George then stuck her tongue out at the Raider.

"Our transportation awaits". The Raider collected two bags from the base of the weapon rack and then closed the room and led Gracie out into the backyard of the mansion. At a tap of a wrist control on his suit a small hovercraft appeared. It was smaller than her parents craft and as the door opened the Raider entered. Gracie looked down at George and took a deep breath then stepped into the hovercraft. The craft only appeared to have three compartments. A cockpit, a central room, and a small engineering room. The Raider dropped his bags in the central room and then headed to the cockpit. Gracie followed and sat in the copilot's seat next to the Raider as he began his preflight check list.

Time to probe for more information, thought Gracie.

"It comes easy to you doesn't it. Killing people?"

"It always has. But I have not done so in any of my recent endeavors".

"Why not?"

"My own reasons and they are not part of our current agreement". The Raider finished his preflight checklist and the hovercraft lifted off and sped away from Upperton.

"Where are we going?" asked Gracie.

"Canada. Drakken will most likely move the project before GJ or I can find it. We are going to its last known location to hopefully find your grandfather and discover who his mysterious benefactor is".

"Don't you want to stop Drakken as well and get your project back?"

"Not yet".

"Why not?"

"It's vital that the project be completed. Even if I must allow Drakken to finish it by himself".

"You're not making any sense. So Canada bound. My parents are so going to kill me".

"You can always tell them I took you against your will".

"I couldn't lie to them".

"Why not?"

"They deserve the truth".

They continued on in silence for several minutes. Gracie leaned back in her chair with her legs up on the console. "So what is your story then?"

"Clarify?" asked the Raider.

"Why did you become a villain?"

"Efficiency of action and ease of utility".

"What are you trying to do?"

"Saving the world".

"You're serious".

"Very".

"Why not ask for help. My parents for example".

"In order to carry out my task, I am playing with people's lives and destinies without their consent or knowledge. Would your parents help me do that?"

"Probably not". Gracie thought a minute and suddenly she realized something she hadn't thought of till now. "You gave me the flash drive".

"Yes".

"Yes, just like that. No sinister rant or mysterious subterfuge. What's on it?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you".

"It's encrypted. Why give it me in the first place?"

"Because what's on it is for you".

"Why me? Is it dangerous?"

"It is not dangerous to anyone. When the time is right you will have access to it and will know what to do".

"That's cryptic", said Gracie sounding annoyed.

"To tell you more would endanger too much".

"Promise me it will not hurt anyone".

"I can't. I can only say that it's meant for you and you will want what is on it. At the proper time".

"Sure", Gracie was angry at the evasiveness of the Raider's answers. He was hiding something and she needed to worm it out of him. Direct questions would never work so maybe she needed a different approach.

"If we are to work together as a team then I should know something about you. What is your favorite color?" asked Gracie.

"Red".

"Alright, I got that. What is your favorite food?"

"Spicy Mexican or Thai".

"What is your favorite type of movie?"

"Science fiction".

"Which do you like better Star Wars or Star Trek?"

"Star trek".

"You're a Trekkie?" said Gracie with little hidden disdain.

"I'm not a fanatic but I do prefer the Star Trek universe to the Star Wars one."

"Why?"

"Well first, at least Earth is in Star Trek."

"Did you miss the phrase about a galaxy far, far away? How about the bad crew cut hairstyles or the miniskirts on the female crew members."

"It was the 1960s and they needed TV ratings what would you have had the women wear. Also if we are talking hairstyles and women's clothes how about Princess Leia's Cinabon hair or her gold bikini. At least now with Disney running the franchise, Star Wars VII may not be so goofy".

"Hey, you made a funny. Want to talk funny, how about all they needed in the 'Wrath of Khan' was for Khan to say, Good evening and welcome to Fantasy Island".

"Mee…soo…think you have forgotten Jar Jar Binks. How about Ewoks defeating the Imperial Elite. The third movie should have been titled 'Return of the Teddy Bears'. An enemy like the Borg would have chewed up the Jedi or the Empire".

"No they wouldn't. They would have used the Force to defeat them".

"Oh, yes the Force. That proved so successful in saving the Jedi or the Empire didn't it? Listen Star Trek was more than just a few movies with a single storyline. It had hundreds of television episodes from different series that dealt with many modern social issues as well as science fiction".

"What modern social issues?"

"Issues such as civilian oversight of the military, government interference and privacy, freedom of religion, euthanasia, interference in other cultures, even homosexuality."

"Star Wars was more than just the movies. They had the Clone War episodes."

"Yes, and wasn't that suspenseful. It's not like everyone didn't know the Jedi lose at the end of the Clone Wars".

"Well how about all the campy Boy Scout storylines or how they could never seem to get the damn holodecks to work right".

"How about Star Wars being the worst family soap opera in history. Luke I am your father. Nooo, Leia please help me. Sorry Luke I am your sister".

"Stop it!" yelled Gracie.

"Nooo, Han help me. Sorry, Kid but I'm your cousin".

"Shut up!"

"Growl, growl, growl. What was that Chewie? Sorry, kid he says he is your great-aunt."

"I said stop it! Well at least Luke didn't fall for any Green Orion Slave Women".

"As I understand it your mother likes green women".

Gracie reacted without a moment's hesitation. Her hand shot out like a striking serpent and slapped the Raider across the face. The moment seemed to freeze in time and Gracie was lost to the horror of what she had done but she was too angry to care.

"Don't ever speak of my parents like that again. You have no right to talk of them that way. I got past your guard once and I can do it again". Gracie huddled back into her seat trembling with anger and fear. She knew that provoking the Raider was unbelievably dangerous but she would not sit idle when anyone said something like that about her mother. She watched the raider out of the corner of her eye and he had not moved a muscle.

"You are correct. I had no cause to disparage your mothers. I apologize". Way to go Gracie, thought the Raider. I knew there was fire in you.

Gracie was lost. She expected some violent outburst, evil rant, or promise of pain. Not an apology.

"I accept your apology. And to pay me back you must tell me your real story", said Gracie triumphantly.

The Raider contemplated his response. She just wasn't going to let this rest. Maybe I can deflect this. "Very well", and the Raider leaned over the Gracie, "Gracie, I am you brother".

"Stop making fun of me and Star Wars. If you won't tell me than just forget it".

"As you wish".

Author's Notes:

This chapter went on longer than I anticipated but I have waited eagerly to get to the interaction between Gracie and the Raider. Don't worry we get back to everyone else as well in the next chapter.

The Princess Bride is owned by MGM and 20th Century Fox. Star Trek is owned by CBS and Paramount. Star Wars is owned by Disney

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