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Darth_Marrs Registered: Feb '06	Date Posted: 4/25/07 2:33pm Subject: Children of the Blue Sun--On hiatus. Author's note 6/22/2007 - Date Edited: 7/26/07 8:11am (12 edits total) Edited By: Darth_Marrs
	Children of the Blue Sun An AU Star Wars/Firefly Crossover Timeframe: 27-19 BBY Star Wars 2518 CE Firefly Characters: Quinlan Vos, Jedi Master, Lorana Jinzler, Jedi Knight Jorj Car’das, Smuggler, Merchant Kinman Doriana, Agent of Darth Sidious, Aide to Chancellor Palpatine (With possible appearances by Darth Sidious, Vader, others) Cast and Crew of Firefly 3 weeks after Serenity (Sans Wash and Book) The Operative OCs as needed Summary: After narrowly surviving Order 66, Quinlan Vos finds himself in a strange and sinister star system nestled deep in the unknown regions, and finding the secrets of this new system will mean not only life and death for him, but for all the children of the Blue Sun living in it. Disclaimer: I don't Star Wars. I don't own Firefly or Serenity. Timothy Zahn rocks. Prologue: Outbound’s End “He can’t hear you,” the Chiss named Thrass said. His blue face was unreadable to the Jedi, his red eyes chilling. And yet, in the Force, he projected grim resolve and unshakable faith. “The com isn’t transmitting at this end.” Jedi Knight Lorana Jinzler closed her eyes for a moment before she turned to look at the planetoid Outbound Flight was quickly approaching with minimal controls and no sublight or hyperdrive engines. They were fleeing forces of the Trade Federation and Thrass’s own Chiss Ascendency, from which certain elements wanted very much to obtain the weaponry on the failed colonial ship. If Master C’Boath were alive (and not fallen to the Dark Side) he might have thought of a better solution. Lorana Jinzler, newly knighted and young enough to be terrified, could think of none. “We have no choice,” she whispered, her voice on the verge of breaking. “We’ll have to rotate and put D-Four on top.” The Chiss nodded with complete understanding. “Which will put D-One—this one—at the very bottom.” They really did have no choice. To save the few remaining civilians that had survived Thrawn’s radiation bomb, they had to land the ship. To land the ship, they had to soft-land using one of the six dreadnaughts attached to the storage core to cushion the impact with the planetoid. They had to keep the civilians as far above the surface during the landing as possible. “We have no choice,” Lorana repeated herself. “It’s only an assumption that the bottom Dreadnaught will take enough of the impact to leave the others intact. For all we know, they might all hit hard enough to be ripped open to vacuum. We have to try to keep D-Four as far out of the rock as possible.” “I understand,” Thrass said. “There’s still time for you to leave, you know. You may at least be able to get to the core before we hit, perhaps even all the way to D-Four.” Lorana shook her head. “You can’t handle the landing alone,” she said. “But I could do that while you go.” “And who would keep the remaining systems from self-destroying while you cleared a path through the pylons for me? No, Jedi Jinzler. It appears we will both be giving our lives for your people. Outside, the planetoid rushed toward them as they spoke more and prepared to give their lives so that 57 civilians might live. * * * “We don’t have much time,” Kinman Doriana said. Jorj Car’das stared at his newest employer. The two of them soared through the edge of the Unknown Regions in a Republic Theta-class shuttle. Car’das knew somewhere behind them followed the Darkvenge, a Lucrehulk-class Trade Federation battleship. More immediately behind them in the passenger area of the shuttle were row after row of battle droids, all folded into rows of squares. Jorj Car’das was still unsure why he was where he was. He started out as nothing more than a navigational officer on board a merchant ship (and more often a smuggler’s ship) called the Bargain Hunter. It was sheer luck and a grudge-holding Hutt that caused he and his ship mates from the Hunter to fall into the hands of a brilliant young Chiss officer named Mitth'raw'nuruodo, or Thrawn in basic. Car’das formed something almost like friendship with Thrawn, a friendship based on Car’das’s respect for the Chiss Ascendancy officer’s overwhelming military genius. With what should have been inferior forces, Thrawn not only overwhelmed the Trade Federation attack group Kinman Doriana led, but he also roundly defeated a nomadic alien race called the Vagaari while at the same time utterly destroying Outbound Flight. Now, for reason’s Car’das still didn’t understand, he and Doriana, who had offered him a job, were now chasing after Outbound Flight. “Why don’t we have time?” “Outbound Flight is likely going to crash,” Doriana explained, “and we have to save the Jedi on board.” Car’das stared at his employer of two hours and then nodded, feeling a hum of satisfaction. Doriana had wanted to destroy Outbound Flight—had destroyed it, in fact, though he did so in the end to stop the mad Jedi C’Baoth from killing Thrawn. Still, for him to now be so concerned… “Do you think we can make it?” The space around the swirled blue and then gave way to a frightening scene. The massive storage core and six dreadnaught heavy cruisers of Outbound Flight, the Republic’s grand colony ship to another galaxy, were on a collision course for a small planetoid. Doriana’s fingers flew over his controls as the shuttle’s sensor suite reached out to scan the hulking mess with a sophistication greater than Car’das thought possible. “Fifty-seven life signs in D-Four,” he said. “Two in D-One. D-One had the main control bridge for the whole ship. My bet is that’s where Thrass and the Jedi are.” The shuttle flew directly toward the lowest of the dreadnaughts. Cardas activated the shuttle’s not insignificant weapons systems, and began firing laser cannons not at the bridge of the ship, but at a bulkhead a few dozen meters amidships. “What are we doing?” Car’das asked. “We don’t have time for conventional docking,” Doriana said. “That ship’s going to crash in ten minutes or less.” He continued firing his cannons, carving a passage into the already weakened hull of the ship. Finally, satisfied with the width of the hole, Doriana signaled the lower wings of the shuttle to pull up into their landing position. He activated reverse thrusters to slow their momentum, but they still approached the breach painfully fast. “Hang on,” Doriana said. Their shuttle slammed into the side of the failing dreadnaught. Stunned by the crash but kept safe by his crash webbing, Car’das blinked and smiled. “We made it.” “For now.” Doriana hit a switch, and after a loud thump on the hull of the shuttle they heard the familiar creaking of pressurization outside. “Okay, we’ve sealed the breach behind us with emergency foam, but it won’t hold more than a few minutes.” He turned and looked at the droids. “Voice authority. Kinman. Activate.” The two dozen droids unfolded and stood straight, waiting for his further instructions. “All droids follow me. Come on, Jorj.” The two men and twenty-four droids ran into the twisted, damaged passages of the dreadnaught called D-One. As they ran, Doriana reached back and handed Car’das a pair of blue surgical gloves. “Put these on.” “What are they?” “They’ll protect you. We don’t have time to convince the Jedi we’re trying to help her. So we’re not going to give her the chance to argue. The gloves have a dampening affect on the sonic wand I’m going to use.” Car’das slipped the gloves on without further discussion as the two stumbled into the main bridge. He immediately saw the dark blue skin and red eyes of Mitth'ras'safis, Thrawn’s brother. Next to the Chiss was a young woman wearing Jedi robes. Her eyes were red with unshed tears, but her jaw was set with determination. She turned, clearly exhausted, and said, “What are you doing here?” Then she saw the droids spilling out behind them and left her post to reach for her lightsaber. “What is the meaning of this?” “Jedi Jinzler,” Doriana said. He lifted a small wand before his face. Car’das felt a pressure against his head, but what he sensed as pressure Jinzler must have felt as overwhelming pain. She gasped and then screamed as she held her hands over her ears and fell to the floor. Blood ran from her nose and ears. Nearby, Thrass also collapsed, gasping in pain as an odd purple blood ran from his nose, eyes and ears. Doriana deactivated the wand and ran toward the fallen Jedi. “Help me get her.” “What about Thrass?” “We cannot save him,” Doriana said. “No one can know we did this, Jorj. No one. If anyone finds out, the Jedi’s life will be in danger. Now help me get her back to the shuttle before we crash!” As they ran out, Doriana called to the droids: “Assume control of the ship and maintain all functions and the current course as best as possible.” “Roger roger!” a droid snapped back. They returned to their shuttle with Jinzler in their arms. Although she was neither a large nor heavy woman, carrying an adult of any age or gender through a narrow, rubble-strewn hall was difficult. By the time they made it back to their shuttle, both men were wheezing from the effort. Doriana returned to the pilot’s seat, activated the thrusters and burned the shuttle back out of the dreadnaught, only to be caught in the ship’s wake as it broke through the thin atmosphere of the planet. The turbulence sent the shuttle—still in its landing configuration—tumbling uncontrollably. “Drop the wings!” Doriana called to Jorj. “I’m activating sub-light thrusters!” The wings dropped into flight configuration as the powerful engines burned to life, shooting the shuttle at first further into the atmosphere, and then up and away as they finally gained control. They just left the atmosphere when Outbound Flight crashed into the planetoid, crushing beyond recognition not just D-One, but much of the storage core, and the other dreadnaughts. By the time the momentum had been expended and the ship came to a halt, D-Four was the only thing still recognizable as a ship. The fifty-seven people aboard had survived. Car’das leaned back, breathing hard. “I can’t believe we left Thrass behind.” “We had no choice,” Doriana said. He grabbed the younger man’s arm and spun him around. He still wore his blue gloves. “Listen very carefully to me, Jorj. What you just saw did not happen. What you’re going to see in the near future will not ever actually happen. There will be no records made and there will be no history. I will do what I have to do to ensure the secrecy of this mission. Anything I have to do. Do you understand?” “Yes, sir.” Doriana nodded. “Good. You’re a talented young man, Car’das, and I suspect my master and I can put you to good use. Just remember, all of us are expendable.” “Even Jedi Jinzler?” Doriana looked back to the unconscious Jedi. She was an attractive woman, even with the blood smeared across her cheeks. “Her? Well, let’s say some of us are less expendable than others. The efforts my master went through to ensure a lone Jedi would be in the Unknown Regions makes her more valuable than either of us. Don’t even try to understand.” “I’m not sure I ever want to,” Car’das confessed. Doriana nodded approving. “You’re learning.” I hope you enjoy. D_M -----signature----- "Spock!" "Yes Captain!" "Be one with the horse." "Yes, Captain." Gods of Dark and Light; Heaven Falls Legacy of the Red Sun; Children of the Red Sun Blue Sun Down; The Boy Who Fell
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VaderLVR64 Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 4/25/07 2:54pm Subject: RE: Children of the Blue Sun--Yet another Star Wars/Firefly Crossover
	I admit, most crossovers aren't my thing. But somehow, you always sucker me in. You're using a Jedi mind trick, right? Looking forward to this so please put me on your PM list. I'm weak. I can't help myself! -----signature----- R.I.P John, Alex, Jason, and Christian Never forgotten Soldiers' Angels http://soldiersangels.org/ 2114 soldiers waiting for someone to care
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Darth_Marrs Registered: Feb '06	Date Posted: 4/28/07 8:12pm Subject: RE: Children of the Blue Sun--Star Wars/Firefly Crossover
	VaderLVR64 posted: I admit, most crossovers aren't my thing. But somehow, you always sucker me in. You're using a Jedi mind trick, right? Looking forward to this so please put me on your PM list. I'm weak. I can't help myself! Well, if nothing else, it'll be an easy PM list to manage I'm always thrilled to see you willing to jump off the deep end. I promise this will have more actual Star Wars than Heaven Falls. And your sig, Quinlan, will be the primary Star Wars character in it. I hope you enjoy! -----signature----- "Spock!" "Yes Captain!" "Be one with the horse." "Yes, Captain." Gods of Dark and Light; Heaven Falls Legacy of the Red Sun; Children of the Red Sun Blue Sun Down; The Boy Who Fell
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Independence1776 Registered: Feb '06	Date Posted: 4/29/07 3:06pm Subject: RE: Children of the Blue Sun--Star Wars/Firefly Crossover
	blinks This was intense. And worrisome. Very worrisome. What Blue Sun want with Jinzler? To find River? Or something worse? I'd love to be on the PM list for this. Star Wars + Firefly = -----signature----- "Independence forever." John Adams Padawan to Luna_Nightshade Fics in bio Mostly lurking at the moment
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Darth_Marrs Registered: Feb '06	Date Posted: 4/29/07 7:51pm Subject: RE: Children of the Blue Sun--Star Wars/Firefly Crossover
	Independence1776 posted: blinks This was intense. And worrisome. Very worrisome. What Blue Sun want with Jinzler? To find River? Or something worse? I'd love to be on the PM list for this. Star Wars + Firefly = Welcome aboard. With two I can actually call it a PM list! A little house-keeping. I'm currently posting for two other large stories right now. Children is actually unique in that I started posting after writing only the first fifty pages. Normally I wait until I ahve a good 100-150 pages under my belt before I start posting. So, I can't guarentee that I'll be able to maintain the posting perfectly. Also, I've exhausted my Beta beyond all reason with my other two stories, so this one is not being Beta read. That means you should try to ignore any grammer, spelling, continuity, logical, or character name errors. I like to think I write okay, but as an editor I stink like 10-day-old chocolate soy milk left in my truck. (I have recent experience with that. It came out in a solid tofu-like cube.) But while I can, I'm going to synch up all three stories once a week. I'll try to post on Sundays, though occasionally that may carry over to Monday mornings. Anyway, thank you for reading. See my bio if you like what you see and would like to take a look at my other stories. All are crossovers so far. Chapter One: 66’d Eight Years Later….. Quinlan Vos hurt. There was simply no other way to describe the emotions battering at the Jedi master’s mind. His physical pain was almost a relief compared to the anguish Vos was feeling. Within sight of his place on the viewing platform of the Juggernaut tank, Vos could see the battle still raging at the seawall of Kachirho. Juggernauts, AT-AP and AT-RT walkers with hundreds of clone troopers and Wookiee warriors fought valiantly against the NR-N99 droid tanks, the DSD1 dwarf spider droids and the heavy missile platforms of the Confederacy droid army. Try as he might, Quinlan Vos, Jedi Master and general of the Republic, did not care. His thoughts could not focus on the beings dying on the beach nearby, or on his friend Vilmarh Grahrk and the Devaronian’s co-pilot, Chak, speaking quietly a few hundred meters away. He could not even summon concern for the war raging across the galaxy. His thoughts centered on a woman named Hentz. Khaleen Hentz. He loved her more than he loved the Jedi. He loved her more than he loved his own life, and the thought of living his life without her was unbearable. The thing holding him back was a lifetime of training and a commitment made to friends who had become family. To Aayla and Master Tholme, and all those fellow Jedi that he cared so deeply about. The two opposing needs warred within him, and the Force gave no clear direction for him to go. He knew his love was selfishness. Yet, he had suffered so much, since losing his memory to fighting the Anzati hordes and almost loosing his soul to the Dark Side. Did not even the Jedi deserve some small pittance of happiness? Through the constant ebb and flow of the Force, he could feel Luminara Unduli, Master Healer, exercising her skills on fallen troops, while nearby Commander Faie gathered his clone troopers to reinforce the front line. Master Yoda stood on an observation high above the beach front on one of the massive wroshyr trees in which the Wookiees lived, directing the battle below. Unlike the younger Jedi, Yoda did not feel the need to lead from the front lines. If more Jedi followed the wizened master’s example, there would be more Jedi. Vos took a deep breath and released it to the acrid, smoke-tinged air. His decision was made, and the very act of making it allowed relief to flood across his tortured soul. Quinlan Vos, Jedi Master and General of the Republic, was going to leave the Order as soon as the war ended. His relief was short-lived, however. Suddenly, nothing around him seemed right. A surge of darkness rolled across Vos’s mind as a great disturbance rocked the Force. He turned and watched incredulously as a neighboring Juggernaut spun its heavy laser cannon toward the overseer’s platform where he stood. The Force screamed a warning just as the other tank fired. There was no time to light a saber; there was no time to make noise. Vos was half-way off the platform when the laser cannon struck. The resulting explosion seared the Jedi master across the back and sent him flying into the underbrush of the nearby forest as he gulped a lungful of vaporized shrapnel and flame. He landed in a daze. Even stunned as he was, he began to feel flecks of light in the Force blink out, one by one, dozens by dozens. Nearby, he felt more than heard the startled, agonized cry of his friend Luminara as Commander Faie’s men gunned her down without mercy. He felt Faie’s men moving toward him, and gasping at the pain from his obviously broken arm and the searing pain of his lungs, Quinlan Vos disappeared into the forest. * * * Days passed. Faie followed Vos with the tenacity of a born hunter. The Clone Commander eventually cornered the hiding Jedi near a Wookiee village. “Come out, Jedi!” Faie called to the trees. “If you don’t, I’ll call down an airstrike on this whole area. We’ll all be dead—you, me, and your precious Wookiee friends!” Quinlan Vos sprung from the branches of a nearby tree, his saber held firmly in his left arm. Faie reacted instantly as he pulled his rifle up and shot Vos in the stomach. Vos’s saber connected with the commander’s neck, and in a rush three objects struck the ground—Vos, Faie, and Faie’s head. Nothing moved afterward. * * * “What a mess,” Vilmarh Grahrk saud said as he rushed into the clearing. From the village, wary Wookiees were also stepping out to view the fallen Jedi. To the Wookiees, the Jedi were heroes worthy of their greatest sagas. The respect the great creatures had for the Order came almost to worship. They knew that for a Clone Commander to hunt a Jedi, something terrible had to have happened. Behind Villie came his co-pilot, a young Wookiee named Chak. Chak spoke a few grunts to the other Wookiees that Villie only peripherally understood. But it was essentially that Villie was a friend of the Jedi, and that he came to help. With the help of the Wookiees from the village, a funeral pyre was quickly constructed. The armor of Faie was stripped away and instead wrapped carefully around the unconscious Jedi master. The pyre was just beginning to burn in earnest when the rest of Faie’s commandos, who had been hunting in separate parties, followed the smoke to the flames. They milled around, looking for proof of the Jedi’s death. They found the fallen commander’s armor with a man inside, and marked it for pick-up by Medic droids at a later date. Then, with a last look at the now unrecognizable body on the pyre, the clone troopers left. “All debts paid, Jedi,” Villie said as the pyre on Kashyyyk burned higher. Nearby, Chak spoke to a few of the village Wookiees, and one gently lifted Vos from the ground and carried him into the dense forest. In time, Villie knew, the Wookie would climb out of the deadly lower layers of Kashyyk’s deadly forests. * * * Quinlan woke from his deep healing trance briefly to the sound of grunting and heavy breathing, and a feeling of warm safety. He opened his eyes and realized he was being carried by a giant male Wookiee up the side of the tree. “My thanks, friend,” he managed to whisper in the Wookiee’s own Shyriiwook. “Rest, friend Jedi,” the Wookie growled back. When he roused himself from his healing trance, he heard more grunting as two Wookiees spoke, followed by a more human voice. “Yes,” the voice said. “I can get him off Kashyyyk to safety. The Jedi are precious. We must save as many as we can.” He closed his eyes and sank more deeply into his healing trance. His lungs needed all the Force energy he could send them. Even in the depths of his trance, though, he dreamed of Khaleen Hentz. Count Dooku’s agent was supposed to destroy him. Instead, she loved him. He felt her lips on his; felt her body pressing against his need with a hunger so deep it burned them both. Someday, he dreamed. Someday he would be with her again. I loved you, Quinlan, she said to him as they parted for the last time. Do not forget me! He faded back into the oblivion of his healing trance. * * * Quinlan Vos’s eyes snapped open, but he could not move. He felt more than heard the faint hum of the stasis field around him. The field seemed to cover his entire body. A man walked in wearing a dark business suit. “Master Vos,” the man said. He wore a close-trimmed beard with curling hair. He appeared to be approaching thirty. “I apologize for the field. My orders are to ensure you are safe, but also to ensure you do not escape.” “Who are you?” Vos managed to whisper. Although his healing trance had helped his lungs, still his breath was shallow and weak. “It doesn’t matter,” the man said. “I don’t matter. Only you do.” He sat down on a bench opposite the Jedi master. “You might be interested to know it’s been five days since we left Kashyyk. The Emperor spoke to the senate and gave proof that your Master Windu tried to overthrow the Republic. The entire Order has been condemned. Thousands of Jedi have been killed.” Vos studied the man’s face carefully. “You do not seem to approve.” The man shrugged. “It doesn’t matter what I think. I have to do what I’m told. This is my last mission, you see. My last assignment for my Master. Then I’m free. After eight years, I’ll be free. I’ve got been plans, you see. Big plans.” He stood and crossed the meter or so of space between them in what appeared to be a small transport vessel. He held a cantina to the Jedi with a straw. “This is a nutrient drink laced with bacta. It should help your lungs. I’ve put your arm in a temporary cast until the bacta kicks in. Please don’t resist. There is a sedative in a needle directly under your neck. If anything happens to me, you will be put back under.” “Then inject me now,” Vos said. “Because I will not…” Vos felt a prick in the back of his neck. “As you wish,” the stranger said. * * * “…alive?” Vos became aware of voices speaking nearby. He fought against the sedative, which only worked in the first place because of his injuries and weakened state. Once he cleared the effects of the drugs from his system, he listened as his captor spoke to another man. “He’s alive. He suffered severe injuries, but he’s alive.” “You did well, Jorj.” “This was supposed to be it, Kinman.” “And it is. This is the last mission. Funds have been transferred to your account as we agreed. You won’t ever see me again, and you’ll never remember any of this happening.” “I understand.” Vos heard the footsteps but kept his eyes closed. “Nice try, Master Vos, but we know you’re away,” the newcomer said. Vos opened his eyes and studied the man. He appeared to be in his early fifties with thinning hair. Nothing about him appeared remarkable, save the blue gloves he wore. “Who are you?” Vos said. “Kinman, as I’m sure you heard,” the newcomer said. “We are very lucky to have found you when we did. If not for us, you would be dead on Kashyyk.” Vos smiled as he gathered the Force to him. “Then you don’t know the Jedi very well.” Kinman smiled calmly and removed a small wand from his left sleeve. “Oh, I’ve dealt with one here and there. It was a pleasure talking with you, Master Vos. You’re contributions to science will be far greater than you will ever know.” Vos felt overwhelming pain wracking his mind. It was a pain of a sharper intensity even than the fire that burned him, or the vapor that seared his lungs. It was a piercing stab into the depths of his brain. Then there was darkness. -----signature----- "Spock!" "Yes Captain!" "Be one with the horse." "Yes, Captain." Gods of Dark and Light; Heaven Falls Legacy of the Red Sun; Children of the Red Sun Blue Sun Down; The Boy Who Fell
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VaderLVR64 Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 4/30/07 6:04am Subject: RE: Children of the Blue Sun--Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Chap 1 posted 4/29/07.
	Quinlan! Okay, I'm calm now. Quinlan woke from his deep healing trance briefly to the sound of grunting and heavy breathing, and a feeling of warm safety. He opened his eyes and realized he was being carried by a giant male Wookiee up the side of the tree. “My thanks, friend,” he managed to whisper in the Wookiee’s own Shyriiwook. “Rest, friend Jedi,” the Wookie growled back. When he roused himself from his healing trance, he heard more grunting as two Wookiees spoke, followed by a more human voice. “Yes,” the voice said. “I can get him off Kashyyyk to safety. The Jedi are precious. We must save as many as we can.” And Wookiees too! I'm loving this. -----signature----- R.I.P John, Alex, Jason, and Christian Never forgotten Soldiers' Angels http://soldiersangels.org/ 2114 soldiers waiting for someone to care
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dajohu Registered: Oct '06	Date Posted: 4/30/07 10:23am Subject: RE: Children of the Blue Sun--Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Chap 1 posted 4/29/07.
	Ooh... a firefly/SW crossover? I think I can die happy now Or wait until its finished then die happy I guess. Anyway I really like the start and can't wait to see where you're going with this. I absolutely love Firefly so this should be interesting. Add me to your pm list for this one too please. -dajohu
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LordInferno Registered: Dec '04	Date Posted: 4/30/07 1:14pm Subject: RE: Children of the Blue Sun--Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Chap 1 posted 4/29/07.
	Interesting... -----signature----- I've come to rescue you. You're kind of short to be Church. What? Oh yeah, right. The armor. Harurgh! What in Sam Hell? Where the- Who spit on my visor?
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Independence1776 Registered: Feb '06	Date Posted: 4/30/07 2:32pm Subject: RE: Children of the Blue Sun--Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Chap 1 posted 4/29/07.
	Did not even the Jedi deserve some small pittance of happiness? Yes, they do. When he roused himself from his healing trance, he heard more grunting as two Wookiees spoke, followed by a more human voice. “Yes,” the voice said. “I can get him off Kashyyyk to safety. The Jedi are precious. We must save as many as we can.” I'm not sure I like this. “It doesn’t matter,” the man said. “I don’t matter. Only you do.” Not good. “Then inject me now,” Vos said. “Because I will not…” Vos felt a prick in the back of his neck. “As you wish,” the stranger said. Yeesh. “And it is. This is the last mission. Funds have been transferred to your account as we agreed. You won’t ever see me again, and you’ll never remember any of this happening.” Okay, then. Kinman smiled calmly and removed a small wand from his left sleeve. “Oh, I’ve dealt with one here and there. It was a pleasure talking with you, Master Vos. You're contributions to science will be far greater than you will ever know.” I really don't like this. Not at all. Vos felt overwhelming pain wracking his mind. It was a pain of a sharper intensity even than the fire that burned him, or the vapor that seared his lungs. It was a piercing stab into the depths of his brain. Then there was darkness. Yeah... Wonder what's going to happen to him now? Good chapter! Things are still very interesting... Wonder when we're going to meet the Serenity crew? -----signature----- "Independence forever." John Adams Padawan to Luna_Nightshade Fics in bio Mostly lurking at the moment
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LadyLunas Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 5/2/07 9:43pm Subject: RE: Children of the Blue Sun--Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Chap 1 posted 4/29/07.
	Ooh, interesting! I love SW/Firefly crossovers, and you're off to an excellent start. You've tied everything together so well. The blue gloves, the device, the mystery surrounding everything. From the very prologue, you've set up an interesting chain of events that I can't wait to see unfold. If you have a PM list, would you mind adding me to it? Thanks! -----signature----- Darth Real Life hates me. Therefore, I battle him constantly. Lurker extraordinaire. See profile for fics. Knighted by SakuraTsukikage! NaNoWriMo 2008 winner!
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Darth_Marrs Registered: Feb '06	Date Posted: 5/6/07 6:46pm Subject: RE: Children of the Blue Sun--Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Chap 1 posted 4/29/07.
	VaderLVR—Quinlan’s very important for a variety of reasons, and will be central to the climactic theme of this story. The first few chapters will alternate between he and other characters, but rest assured he’s a major, if not THE, major player. Not too many more Wookiees, though. Dajohu—Welcome to the ‘Verse, my friend. I was wondering if you were going to drop by. I hope this doesn’t disappoint. “Into the Black” is another real good Firefly fic you might take a look at if you like them (assuming you haven’t already) LordInferno—I try. Lordy how I try. Independence1776—I’m glad you liked the first chapter. As for your question—right about now. (Keep in mind this is post-movie. Wash and Book are dead.) LadyLunas—Thank you, and welcome aboard. You’re on my PM list! This next chapter is our first introduction to the Serenity crew and was really the first part I wrote, even though I knew it couldn’t be the start of the story. I did have a bit of a problem deciding whether to translate the Chinese. For the most part, assume it’s profane or mean, since it usually was in the show. There are several Firefly sites that offer translations if you want to go out and find them. Naturally I used Americanized spelling. I hope you enjoy! Chapter Two: Osiris One Month Later… “Hail to thee, Osiris, lord of eternity, king of the gods,” River Tam whispered. “What’s she going on about?” Captain Mal Reynolds demanded from the co-pilot’s seat. Behind them, Simon Tam shrugged. “We’re on our way to Osiris. Maybe she’s just making a literary allusion.” Reynolds looked over at the 18-year-old child piloting his ship. “Well, she needs to be alluding less and flying more, I reckon.” “Thou hast many names, thou disposer of created things,” River continued as she expertly aligned the Serenity for atmospheric insertion into the Core World of Osiris. “Thou who hast hidden forms in the temples, thou sacred one, thou KA who dwellest in Tattu, thou mighty one in Sekhem, thou lord to whom invocations are made in Anti, thou who are over the offerings in Annu, thou lord who makest inquisition in two fold right and truth, though producer of the wind of the evening from thy nostrils for the…” “Did she say wind came from nostrils?” Zoe asked. “What, is somebody sneezing?” Jayne Cobb asked from the back of the flight deck. River Tam shook her head. “Nee mun DOH shr sagwa.” “That’s better!” Jayne said. “I understand ‘dem type words. So, what’s the plan, boss?” “Don’t look at me,” Mal said. “This is another Simon Tam caper. Think Ariel.” Jayne looked at Simon, who stood next to him. “So what’s the plan, Doc?” Simon shrugged. “I get my money from the bank.” Jayne blinked stupidly. “Do we get to shoot anybody?” “No.” “Ain’t much of a plan then, t’is it?” “I’ve liquidated the rest of my assets into hard currency,” Simon explained, again. “Now I’ve got to figure out a way to pick it up.” “And seeing as how you’re the second most wanted person in the whole ‘verse and all,” Mal finished, “that might present us a problem.” “Exactly.” Jayne blinked. “So, we do get to shoot somebody?” Zoe sighed. “Jayne, go to your room, please. You’re making my head hurt.” “I’m jus’ sayin’, we ain’t got to shoot nobody in a while, is all. Vera’s starting to feel, well, like I don’t love her no more.” “I’m just saying go to your room, you make my head hurt,” Zoe said again. “And you’re talking about a gun!” Grumbling, Jayne left the flight deck. “So, how much money we talking about?” Mal asked. “One point four-seven-five million platinum or three hundred sixty eight thousand Alliance credits converted,” River said without looking from the viewports. Mal whistled and turned to Simon. “We need to rethink your lease agreement.” Simon didn’t laugh; Mal wasn’t joking. “We’re also going to raid the Academy,” River added lightly. “Da-shiang boa-tza shr duh lah doo-tze!” Mal exclaimed. River snickered. Everyone turned and stared at Simon. “Well, that’s why we need to get my money first, isn’t it?” the doctor said. “And ‘explosive elephant diarrhea?’ Why does that sound any better to you in Chinese than English?” “Aiya,” Mal muttered. “Zoe, better go get Jayne. Looks like we’re gonna be shootin’ folks after all. But only after we get Simon’s money.” * * * Osirus was a Core World. The closest comparison between a Core World and a colony world would be akin to the comparison between a hamlet of a hundred and a post-industrial city of millions. The differences went beyond mere numbers and became a matter of culture. Core Worlds were rich. They were the founding members of the Anglo-Sino Alliance and supplied both the troopers and supplies that destroyed the Resistance. People on this world killed people like Mal for four years. Mal did not particularly like those people. The fact Simon and River were those people did not sway the captain’s opinion in this regard. In fact, at times, it predisposed him to be even more biased than he would otherwise be. As a consequence of this unhappy history, people like Mal, who survived off the Cortex, had difficulty making their way in the Core Worlds. This was even more so since the half-million credit bounty that was placed on the Serenity following the whole Miranda affair. The Operative told them all on Miranda that the main reason for the pursuit of River had been to silence her about Miranda and how the Alliance was ultimately responsible for creating the Reavers. But even following the public outcry regarding the events of Miranda, the arrest warrants lingered and the bounty remained. Where there was a bounty, there were a horde of bounty hunters willing to seek it. They set down in a small pad north of Novathebes on a cloudy winter day that saw a thin layer of snow covering much of the still-open countryside. No snow fell in the cities because of the urban heat island over the city itself. The effect of the urban thermal updraft was visible against the light snowfall as a rounded, streaking curtain in the distance, where the snow melted into rain on the way down to the city itself. Their ship transponder and papers said they were the crew of the transport ship Alliance Ganymede. The name was actually proposed by River to the blank faces of the crew. Then Simon explained it. Then Inara explained it again. Afterward, Mal tried explaining it to Jayne more to solidify it for himself than for the benefit of Jayne. He came away finally understanding the joke. Jayne just said, “Don’t make no sense, Cap’n. Who’s Zeus, and why’d we care if he liked little boys or cows ‘n such?” So, under the false name and transponder (which was criminal in and of itself) the ship was able to land without a host of Alliance soldiers waiting to arrest them. “River and I will go,” Simon explained as they disembarked. “I’m going too,” Mal said. The captain turned to the rest of the crew. Kaylee was already bringing the mule down. “You goin’ for that grav dampner?” he asked her. Kaylee nodded with a tight grin. “Yep. And fuel cells too.” “Off with ya, then, ziao mei mei” Mal said. “Zoe, how ‘bout you and Jayne get us some provisions. I want us fully stocked before we have to turn tail and run.” “We do turn tail a lot, Sir,” Zoe said with a sad smile. “Come on, Jayne. Let’s go get some food.” “I can handle food,” Jayne said with a happy smile. “Wouldn’t mind a little girl action either.” “I can give you girl action,” Zoe said as they set off down the street. “But you wouldn’t like it.” Mal stood watching as the two of them left, his face somber. “T’isn’t right,” he whispered as he watched Zoe walk alone, Jayne a few steps behind her with mule. He turned and found the Tam siblings studying him closely. “What?” he demanded. River ducked her head and Simon just shrugged. The three of them bypassed the normal tram system and took a personal taxi away from the city. “I haven’t spent a lot of time on Osiris,” Mal noted as the countryside opened into idyllic estates of people who made more in a week than Mal’s accumulated life earnings, “but aren’t the banks in the city?” “There is no way I could walk into a bank in a Core World,” Simon said. “And you didn’t share this with us on the ship because…?” The taxi stopped at what appeared to be…a playground. In the middle of nowhere. “I’ll be,” Mal whispered. The three of them climbed out. River left the men and went straight to a tall pole topped by a spider-web of hanging wires. With a delighted giggle, she grabbed the grips at the end of one of the main strands and began running around in a circle. Her boots left a circle of black earth in the thin coating of snow. The entire contraption spun with her and by some internal device augmented the speed and power of her short run until her feet were off the ground and she was spinning around quite fast. “There ain’t no kids ‘round here,” Mal said. “No, there aren’t. Not now, anyway,” Simon said. “So explain to me why there’s a playground here?” “Someone wanted one there,” Simon said with a shrug. “Kids from the city will take a tram or taxi out here and play for hours on the weekends. It was one of the few places where River and I got to see other children outside of school.” River let go at the height of a swing. She flew through the air, somersaulted twice and landed cleanly on her feet. Then she sat down abruptly in the snow. “I’m dizzy,” she said with a laugh. “I don’t doubt it,” Mal said. Another taxi arrived. The captain’s hand dropped to his holster, but Simon stilled him as a woman in her early fifties climbed out. She was immaculately dressed in a dark blue qi pao Chinese dress with floral prints. Her blatantly colored dark hair was curled into an artful pile at the base of her skull, held in place by a golden clasp. She stood frozen in place as she stared at the trio before her. River, though, walked up to her as casually as if she saw her mother every day. “Mu Mu,” she said as she hugged the woman. “Nu er,” her mother said. “My little River.” She closed her eyes and began weeping on River’s shoulder. River stepped back. “Don’t cry, Mu Mu,” she said. “It’s okay now. Simon saved me. He fixed me.” Regan Tam looked over her daughter’s shoulder at Simon, who now stood only a foot away. “Simon. I’ve missed you so.” “And I you, Mother,” Simon said as he also hugged her. River beamed up at her mother. “And don’t feel guilty about calling Security,” River said. “I understand.” “What?” Mal cried. “Wuh de tyen, ah!” he cursed. “Do any of you people have a brain in your head?” “It’s okay, captain,” River said. “She didn’t know we were meeting here. The security team is going to our house.” “Then how….” Mal started. “I heard your voice,” Regan Tam said as she stared at her daughter. “Somehow.” “It’s what the Academy did to her,” Simon said. “They tortured her, mother. They cut into her brain and altered her. And now, she’s exhibiting increased telepathic abilities.” Regan looked at her children in horror. River placed a hand on her mother’s cheek. “I forgive you for sending me to that place,” River said. “I love you.” “I hate to be breaking up this touchin’ scene, but evidently this fung luh woman decided to announce our presence to the whole gorram security net here. I aim to be off this rock and back into the black here before long.” “This loopy woman is our mother,” Simon said. “And she’s going to get my money for me.” He turned and looked at her. “Aren’t you?” Regan Tam appeared stricken as she looked first at Mal, then her two children. “Yes,” she said finally. “I will.” * * * Two hours later, Regan Tam handed over the credit chip to her son. It was only a black cylinder, small to be worth so very much. Kaylee had not returned from her parts-hunting mission yet, but Zoe and Jayne were in the ship stocking provisions. Mal stood near the ramp to the main cargo bay and watched while the Tam children said their final goodbyes to their mother. She left with a stricken expression and tears in her eyes. Simon was scowling as he accompanied a somber River up the ramp. “Not quite the happy reunion,” Mal noted. “She knew what the Academy was,” Simon said in disbelief. “She sent her own daughter to be tortured.” “She had to choose,” River said. “Your success for my life. She chose.” “How can you forgive her so easily, mei mei?” River smiled. “How can you hate her so easily?” She continued onto the ship. “About the Academy,” Simon started. “No more talk ‘bout that,” Mal said. “Cortex is ken to us ‘bout now—in my mind that means we best be on our way.” “I’ll give you half,” Simon said. “What?” Simon held up the credit chip. “Half. A hundred and eight-four thousand credits. That’s over half a million platinum. That could pay for your ship and supplies for ten years.” The captain lifted his head and closed his eyes, as if just punched in the chin. “Tsai boo shr! What could possibly be in that gorram place worth that much?” “Answers,” Simon said. “To what they did to her. And why they did it. I have to know, Captain.” He pointed into the ship. “I’ve been studying the scans I took at Ariel, Captain. It’s more than just the cutting they did on her brain. They made changes to her on a cellular level. They introduced some strange mitochondrial agent to her cells I’ve never seen or even heard of before. They have changed her baseline genetic makeup to an extent that makes her almost inhuman. I have to know why! It’s worth everything to me. Please.” “And you have any thoughts on getting’ us in there?” “The same way I got in last time,” Simon said. “And River’s coming with us.” “Aiya,” Mal said with a shake of his head. “I must be some kind of stupid. All right, when Kaylee is back, we get the ship prepped, then we think about your little Academy job.” Simon nodded. “Thank you, Captain. I’ll need to go get some things for the job, but I’ll be back.” Thanks for reading. D_M -----signature----- "Spock!" "Yes Captain!" "Be one with the horse." "Yes, Captain." 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dajohu Registered: Oct '06	Date Posted: 5/6/07 8:12pm Subject: RE: Children of the Blue Sun--Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Chap 2 posted 5/06/07. - Date Edited: 5/6/07 8:21pm (1 edits total) Edited By: dajohu
	Ok, I'm hooked on another one of your stories. Just wanted to say that you got all the characterizations down pat... I've been reading alot of Firefly fanfics lately and yours comes cloes to the most legit when it comes to the characters coming off as real. I'll check out that fic you mentioned in your reply. Loved the post and can't wait for more Firefly goodness! -dajohu lol, first post on all 3 fics! P.S. Um... could you tell me which "Into the Black" story you were talking about or where I could find it cuz I found at least two and they were both pretty short. I'd appreciate it, Thanks!
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Independence1776 Registered: Feb '06	Date Posted: 5/6/07 8:49pm Subject: RE: Children of the Blue Sun--Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Chap 2 posted 5/06/07. - Date Edited: 5/6/07 8:51pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Independence1776
	Behind them, Simon Tam shrugged. “We’re on our way to Osiris. Maybe she’s just making a literary allusion.” Reynolds looked over at the 18-year-old child piloting his ship. “Well, she needs to be alluding less and flying more, I reckon.” Perfect characterization! “Don’t look at me,” Mal said. “This is another Simon Tam caper. Think Ariel.” Uh-oh. Simon shrugged. “I get my money from the bank.” Yeah- major trouble coming. “I’m jus’ sayin’, we ain’t got to shoot nobody in a while, is all. Vera’s starting to feel, well, like I don’t love her no more.” Jayne... “One point four-seven-five million platinum or three hundred sixty eight thousand Alliance credits converted,” River said without looking from the viewports. That's a lot... Mal whistled and turned to Simon. “We need to rethink your lease agreement.” That's Mal for you. “We’re also going to raid the Academy,” River added lightly. Yeah, I was right. Major trouble. Core Worlds were rich. They were the founding members of the Anglo-Sino Alliance and supplied both the troopers and supplies that destroyed the Resistance. People on this world killed people like Mal for four years. Mal did not particularly like those people. I don't blame him. As a consequence of this unhappy history, people like Mal, who survived off the Cortex, had difficulty making their way in the Core Worlds. This was even more so since the half-million credit bounty that was placed on the Serenity following the whole Miranda affair. The Operative told them all on Miranda that the main reason for the pursuit of River had been to silence her about Miranda and how the Alliance was ultimately responsible for creating the Reavers. But even following the public outcry regarding the events of Miranda, the arrest warrants lingered and the bounty remained. Where there was a bounty, there were a horde of bounty hunters willing to seek it. Figures they couldn't have an easier life. “We do turn tail a lot, Sir,” Zoe said with a sad smile. “Come on, Jayne. Let’s go get some food.” “I can handle food,” Jayne said with a happy smile. “Wouldn’t mind a little girl action either.” “I can give you girl action,” Zoe said as they set off down the street. “But you wouldn’t like it.” Zoe! But he deserved it. The taxi stopped at what appeared to be…a playground. In the middle of nowhere. “I’ll be,” Mal whispered. The three of them climbed out. River left the men and went straight to a tall pole topped by a spider-web of hanging wires. With a delighted giggle, she grabbed the grips at the end of one of the main strands and began running around in a circle. Her boots left a circle of black earth in the thin coating of snow. The entire contraption spun with her and by some internal device augmented the speed and power of her short run until her feet were off the ground and she was spinning around quite fast. I can easily picture this. She stood frozen in place as she stared at the trio before her. River, though, walked up to her as casually as if she saw her mother every day. “Mu Mu,” she said as she hugged the woman. “[i]Nu er,” her mother said. “My little River.” She closed her eyes and began weeping on River’s shoulder.[/i] I'm getting a bad feeling about this... River stepped back. “Don’t cry, Mu Mu,” she said. “It’s okay now. Simon saved me. He fixed me.” Well, as much as it was him, it was the entire events in the movie. River beamed up at her mother. “And don’t feel guilty about calling Security,” River said. “I understand.” Yeah, my bad feeling was right. Some mother she is. “It’s what the Academy did to her,” Simon said. “They tortured her, mother. They cut into her brain and altered her. And now, she’s exhibiting increased telepathic abilities.” Oh, really? I would have never guessed. [/sarcasm] “This loopy woman is our mother,” Simon said. “And she’s going to get my money for me.” He turned and looked at her. “Aren’t you?” Regan Tam appeared stricken as she looked first at Mal, then her two children. “Yes,” she said finally. “I will.” Well, at least she's doing something right. For now. “She knew what the Academy was,” Simon said in disbelief. “She sent her own daughter to be tortured.” Figures. “How can you forgive her so easily, mei mei?” River smiled. “How can you hate her so easily?” She continued onto the ship. That's River for you. Simon held up the credit chip. “Half. A hundred and eight-four thousand credits. That’s over half a million platinum. That could pay for your ship and supplies for ten years.” Oh, boy. He's desperate. “Answers,” Simon said. “To what they did to her. And why they did it. I have to know, Captain.” He pointed into the ship. “I’ve been studying the scans I took at Ariel, Captain. It’s more than just the cutting they did on her brain. They made changes to her on a cellular level. They introduced some strange mitochondrial agent to her cells I’ve never seen or even heard of before. They have changed her baseline genetic makeup to an extent that makes her almost inhuman. I have to know why! It’s worth everything to me. Please.” Oh, wow. Yeah, I'd want as much information as possible, too. “The same way I got in last time,” Simon said. “And River’s coming with us.” Eep. But at least River will be there? If she doesn't freeze up or get captured... “Aiya,” Mal said with a shake of his head. “I must be some kind of stupid. All right, when Kaylee is back, we get the ship prepped, then we think about your little Academy job.” If Kaylee gets back without Security on her back. Simon nodded. “Thank you, Captain. I’ll need to go get some things for the job, but I’ll be back.” If you can't walk into a bank, or even go into a city, then where are you going? Wonderful update! You answered one question, but now I have tons more. Dajohu, "Into the Black" is another chaptered SW/Firefly crossover posted on this site. It's really good and wonderfully in character. -----signature----- "Independence forever." John Adams Padawan to Luna_Nightshade Fics in bio Mostly lurking at the moment
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dajohu Registered: Oct '06	Date Posted: 5/6/07 8:59pm Subject: RE: Children of the Blue Sun--Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Chap 2 posted 5/06/07.
	YAY! Thanks Independence I finally found it
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LadyLunas Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 5/6/07 9:44pm Subject: RE: Children of the Blue Sun--Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Chap 2 posted 5/06/07.
	And the Serenity crew appears! You have them quite in character. I love the way River just rambles on at the beginning, then turns the tables on Simon after the meeting with their mother. And the genetic changes in her . . . hmm, interesting. This story has me eagerly anticipating the next update. Quinlan Vos, River, and the rest of the crew- it's going to be one wild ride. -----signature----- Darth Real Life hates me. Therefore, I battle him constantly. Lurker extraordinaire. See profile for fics. Knighted by SakuraTsukikage! NaNoWriMo 2008 winner!
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VaderLVR64 Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 5/9/07 6:42am Subject: RE: Children of the Blue Sun--Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Chap 2 posted 5/06/07.
	Woohoo! Simon and River! And Mal... Behind them, Simon Tam shrugged. “We’re on our way to Osiris. Maybe she’s just making a literary allusion.” Reynolds looked over at the 18-year-old child piloting his ship. “Well, she needs to be alluding less and flying more, I reckon.” -----signature----- R.I.P John, Alex, Jason, and Christian Never forgotten Soldiers' Angels http://soldiersangels.org/ 2114 soldiers waiting for someone to care
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