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Darth_Marrs Registered: Feb '06	Date Posted: 1/12/07 7:52pm Subject: Heaven Falls: A Jedi On Earth Fanfic Award Nom Complete! - Date Edited: 8/3/08 6:57pm (98 edits total) Edited By: Darth_Marrs
	Heaven Falls: A Jedi On Earth is a completely stand-alone, multi-verse sequel to my first fanfic, Gods of Dark and Light. It has been nominated for Best Crossover and Best Action in the 2008 Summer Fanfic Awards. Thank you for the nominations! Heaven Falls: A Jedi on Earth Time Frame: GFFA--Legacy Era, 130 ABY Earth—Januay 18th, 2002 Table of Contents: Part I: A Very Long Day Summary: A Jedi padawan escapes the fall of Ossus to the Sith and Empire only to crash on Earth. She unknowingly brings the Sith with her, disrupting the plans of everyone on the planet, and also everyone seeking to destroy it. Part II:A War In Heaven Summary: Three deadly alien fleets descend toward Earth. It is up to Kyle Katarn and the SGC to save the day. Part III: Unification Summary: As the Ori make contact for the first time in our galaxy, Colonel Green's insanity threatens to tear apart the whole world. Only the newly formed Terran Jedi Order can stop him. Part IV: The Cleansing Fire Summary: As the Ori begin to spread out to planets beyond the Stargates, Kyle Katarn and Earth are faced with a difficult situation: How do you wage a war against a race of Gods? Part V: Heaven Falls Summary: The Ori War spans the galaxy. The Jedi and Earth have one last hope to defeat the Ori once and for all. Will they find it in time? Dramatis Personae (so far) For a complete list of characters updated through Part III, please click Here Disclaimer: With the exception of Siana Delun and one or two very minor OCs, I don’t own a single character in this story. Therefore, everything belongs to Lucas, Paramount Studies, WB (or whatever channel it is now), the Sci-Fi channel, Fox or whoever else owns what I put in. I own nothing. Part One: A Very Long Day When the fish that travels over both land and sea is cast up on to the shore by a great wave, its shape foreign, smooth and frightful. From the sea the enemies soon reach the walls. Century I, Quatrain 29 The Prophecies of Nostradamus Chapter One: From A Galaxy Far Far Away Ossus, Auril Sector 130 ABY 2 Days following the Fall of the Galactic Federation of Free Alliances (GFFA) Siana Delun screamed as the red and black-tattooed Sith warriors cut through the small number of Jedi left who tried to make a perimeter. “Do not fear, Delun!” Master Skywalker told her as he lifted his own light saber in one hand, and a second taken from a nearby fallen Jedi in the other. “Go with Shado and Cade, now! We’ve summoned your guardian!” Behind the Jedi Master, waves of red lightsabers and white storm trooper helmets came rushing on, while overhead Imperial fighters swarmed across the skies. Surrounding buildings exploded under the orbital barrage, throwing everything into chaos. In all her life, Siana had never felt such fear as she did at that moment. Still, when she felt a soothing hand on her arm, she forced herself to be calm and turned to see a Rutian Twi’lek staring at her compassionately. “Come on, Siana,” Shado said. “The younglings need us!” Nearby, she saw Cade staring at his father and Master Sazen even as he shepherded the younglings into one of the waiting Jedi shuttles. Around them, the new forests of Ossus burned. With a muffled sob, Siana turned and ran from the attack with Shado by her side. Behind her, she heard Master Skywalker speak words that would burn into her mind for the rest of her life: “I am Kol Skywalker, servant of the Living Force. None of you shall pass!” There was an explosion ahead of her, and Siana sucked in air as she realized a squad of storm troopers and Sith had flanked them. She reached for her purple lightsaber at the same time Shado ignited his blue double-bladed saber, and the two leaped toward their enemies, while behind them Kol Skywalker and Wolf Sazen by themselves held off an army of Sith and stormtroopers. The fighting became a blur. Siana lost her fear and pain in the will of the Living Force, letting it guide her as she spun, flew and cut through the fanatics attempting to kill the Jedi younglings. Nearby, she felt Shado twirling savagely as he cut down all who blocked their way, until at last they cleared a path for the younglings, who ran without needing direction as soon as it was safe. She found Shado staring at her. “What?” “I’m in awe, Padawan,” the Twi’lek said. “What a powerful knight you will be!” They heard a cry of agony and turned to see Master Skywalker twitching under a shower of Sith Force lightning. Sazen was down as well, clutching the stump that was once his hand. Cade ignored both Shado’s calls and her own and ran to aid his father and master. “Talleth, get the younglings out!” Siana called to another padawan near her own age. Talleth complied and the first of the Jedi shuttles launched. She turned to rush forward when Shado caught her. “Get out of here,” he told her. “I’ll get Cade and the rest of the younglings. Get a shuttle and go, while you can!” “I can’t leave you!” she said. Shado leaned close enough for her to feel and smell the passage of his breath across her face. “Siana, you are the last of your family. For your parents. For your grandparents. For the guardian of your line, you can and will go! Now!” He pushed her away, his blue lekku flailing, before turning to go after Cade. “Force preserve us,” she whispered as the tears again sprung to her eyes. Somewhere out on the grounds of the temple, her mother and father lay dead. Her grandparents as well. Even old Rana, her great, great, great grandmother, the oldest human alive, had finally succumbed. Overhead, another shuttle lifted off, only to explode under a barrage of orbital fire. Siana doubled over with the pain as she felt twenty youngling lives snuffed out. With a cry of despair, she threw herself into one of the remaining shuttles, ran to the cockpit and lifted off. She began rolling the ship left and then right as soon as she was airborne in an attempt to evade the oncoming barrage. As soon as she was clear of the foliage, she ignited the thrusters and sent the shuttle barreling toward the sky. Even before she left the atmosphere, a swarm of Predator-class fighters began firing on the heavily armored shuttle. She evaded the fire as best she could, until at last she broke through the atmosphere into empty space. Ten thousand kilometers away, she could see the gray arrow’s point that was a Pellaeon-class Imperial star destroyer firing on the surface. Sparks began to fly from control panels as laser bolts began taking their toll She grabbed the hyperdrive lever, said a prayer to the Force, and then pulled. The stars began to twist into a familiar blue tunnel. Just as the ship was about to enter hyperspace, however, one of the Predators got off a lucky shot that hit the motivator. The tunnel started collapsing. “No!” Siana cried. She gasped desperately at the Force, throwing raw Force power at the motivator at the same time as she increased power through the engines. The damaged motivator flared a dangerous red through the panels at the rear of the shuttle cargo area, and suddenly the blue tunnel shifted to red, and the shuttle blasted into a type of hyperspace she had never seen or even heard of. The passage buffeted the ship brutally and tossed the young padawan from her seat. Elsewhere she heard another loud thud and feared something else had broken, but she did not have time to check it out. She picked herself back up and managed to strap herself into the crash webbing just as the ship lost all semblance of control and began tumbling through the red hyperspace tunnel. The shuttle burst out of hyperspace with a flare of Cronau radiation and a flash of fire from the motivator. Almost immediately, the shuttle began tumbling uncontrollably. In the cockpit, every alarm the shuttle had was howling. Siana grabbed desperately at the flight controller and fought to level the shuttle out. She just managed to stop the stars from spinning around so violently when a blue orb suddenly dominated the window. Already the planet’s gravity had seized her ship. She tried to activate sublight, but when she hit the switch, the engines behind her exploded and the lighting in the cockpit dimmed. “By the Force,” she whispered. “I’m going in blind!” Plasma began glowing along the leading edges of her ship. She closed her eyes and sent a prayer to the Force. As if in answer, the back-up systems in the shuttle activated and power surged through the cockpit. “At least I have control thrusters,” Sienna said aloud. She looked at the Navcomp, hoping for an ID of the planet. She had originally intended to head toward the core where the remnants of the Galactic Federation of Free Alliances still held some Jedi-friendly worlds. The computer, however, had no information about the planet, or even… “This can’t be right,” she said. “Computer, verbal interface, confirm location.” “Unable to confirm,” a pleasant masculine voice responded. “No known star configurations. High probability of extra-galactic location.” Extra galactic “Please note we are entering the atmosphere of a Class IV planet without functional shields or sublight engines. Emergency beacon activated. Recommend crash webbing and foam be deployed.” “I can’t fly in crash foam,” Siana said. She was coming in on the night-side of the planet, and in so doing could see cities evident over all the continents. Her sensors picked up several satellites as well, so at least she was crashing on a space-faring planet. The shuttle hit the atmosphere like a rock hitting water. The shock of the impact took Siana’s breath away and spun the shuttle violently into another uncontrolled tumble. The tumble continued even as the flaming shuttle broke through into the atmosphere. Siana’s efforts to level the flight were hampered by the lack of her port-side stabilizer, which appeared to have burned off either in re-entry or in the barrage of fire over Ossus. “Surface impact in five minutes, recommend deployment of crash foam,” the computer’s voice said happily as around her air and fire roared. She kept her hands on the flight controller and poured the Force, her muscles and every once of willpower into leveling and slowing the ship. “Impact in three minutes, recommend deployment of crash foam,” the computer said. “Frak you,” Siana said in a very un-Jedi-like manner. The shuttle finally stopped tumbling just long enough to give her a good look at a moonlit lake rushing toward her. “Impact imminent, recommend deployment of crash foam,” the computer said helpfully. Siana pulled the crashfoam lever and held her breath as the white foam bubbled instantly into the whole cockpit. Then she felt and heard a roar, and everything blacked out. Chapter 2: Crashdown Lake Sumner, New Mexico Thursday, January 17, 2002 8:45 p.m. Mountain Time Michael Guerin bent over a carefully made pile of logs, surrounded by a ring of stones, and held out his hand. The center of his hand took on a red glow, and from the center of the pile of logs, flame erupted. Behind him Maria Deluca set up their tent on the shores of Lake Sumner. When he knew she wasn’t looking, Michael turned and stared over his shoulder, astounded as always at how lucky he was. Maria was a marvel to him, a young woman of grace, intelligence and beauty with the voice of a sultry angel who, despite her many qualities that made her perfect for a truly deserving man, seemed to like him instead. He still did not understand what it was about him that she loved, but he was forever grateful that she did. Evidently, Maria’s mom saw that love too. For the first time, Amy Deluca actually gave her daughter permission to go camping with Michael. “Fire’s done,” he said. “Need help with the tent?” Maria straightened and stared at the unrecognizable pile of fabric. “How did I get stuck with tent duties?” she demanded. Michael shrugged, held out a hand, and the fire roared over their heads before settling back down. “Alien powers. I don’t need matches,” he said with a smirk. She sidled up to him and gave him a long kiss. “At least we know my spaceboy is good for something. Now, are you going to help me?” “Yeah.” He returned her kiss and started setting up the tent. Around them, the night was absolutely still save for the twinkling of lights from the small subdivision across the lake. For those not born or bred in the true Southwest, the silence might have been intimidating. There was no beautiful forest surrounding the lake, nor any mountains. It was rather a large pond in the middle of a desert, with only an occasional juniper or cottonwood tree to break the monotony. It was where Michael and Maria had been born (sort of, in Michael’s case) and the only nature they knew. The January evening was still bitingly cold, with tufts of snow hidden in low spots, or at the leeward sides of the occasional trees that dotted the arid landscape. As she kissed him, Maria felt the heat radiating off Michael’s body. Snuggled against him, Maria knew she would be more than warm enough that night. She basked in his heat, and the moment. It was, she realized, one of the few occasions where the two of them were acting like a real couple. Granted, she was not a great fan of camping, but camping with Michael alone… Michael could be rude, insensitive; even mean. But when they were alone, he was...still rude and insensitive, she admitted. But often times he was also selfless, loving and supportive, and everything a boyfriend was supposed to be. And he was getting better all the time. Michael had the tent nearly assembled when both heard the crack of what sounded like thunder. They looked up into the cloudless sky, until in the west they saw it. A fireball was falling through the sky. “Wow,” Maria said. “Wonder what it is?” Michael said. They continued watching as the fireball seemed to get larger. “I don’t know,” Maria said, her voice rising an octave, “but I’m pretty sure it’s coming our way! Michael!” Michael responded instinctively. He grabbed Maria’s shoulders and threw her down inside the tent, and then threw himself over her just as the fireball struck the water a few hundred yards away in a small inlet on the southeast corner of the lake. Water vaporized in a plume and began falling almost like rain. The tent blocked the water, keeping both dry. When the worst of it passed, Michael climbed out of the tent, jumped to his feet and stared. He held out a hand absently to help Maria out as well, but did not take his eyes from the object jutting out of the water. “That’s alien,” he said with absolute certainty. “Are you sure?” Maria asked, recovering quickly. “Looks military to me. Look—it even has running lights.” Michael turned and stared. “Maria, if that were military, it’d be in a thousand pieces by now. You saw how fast it came in. Look at it. It looks like it just fell a few feet instead of crashing in a fireball.” Maria pursed her lips in thought. “Okay, so it’s alien. So what do we do?” “We check it out!” Michael said, as if the question was completely moronic. He began running toward the shore with Maria a step behind. “Michael, what if it’s a bad alien!” she said. “I’ll deal with it,” he said firmly as he continued to run. They reached the shore nearest the crash. A few nearby bushes had been singed, but otherwise nothing looked too damaged. The object itself was obviously a ship of some kind, perhaps twice the size of a commuter jet but smaller than a 737. Michael could see why Maria thought it was military—the ship had a green, khaki-like color to it, but it was so blocky, without recognizable wings or engines, that he couldn’t believe it would be able to fly using conventional military technologies. The water was cold, but he ignored it as he splashed in until he was waist-deep. He came to the still steaming surface of the ship. “Michael!” Maria called from shore. “I can see lights coming around the lake. And that might be a helicopter coming!” Michael ignored her as he put a hand to the surface and concentrated. Light blossomed from the center of his palm, and matching light began steaming from the ship’s surface. A moment later, Michael’s power burned a door-sized opening into the tilted side of the ship. Water began seeping in as he climbed in himself. The interior was covered in thick white goo that seemed to be melting even as he touched it. Aside from the goo, he had to admit a little disappointment in how completely mundane everything looked. There were benches and seats with exotic but still usable seatbelts just like any military transport. He began moving forward, using his power to melt away the foam, until he reached what looked like a cockpit. That’s when he found her. He knew immediately she was not military just from the odd robes she wore. But what really convinced him was the strands of blue hair now visible in the midst of the melting white foam. He moved to her side and felt her cheek—it was still warm and flushed, though she herself appeared out cold. He lifted the hair, and in the single white light of the cockpit, he could see the blue went all the way to the roots—it was not just a dye job. He glanced over the controls and stared at the script. He recognized what had to be words, but not the alphabet. He did know, however, that it was not Antaran script, so she was not one of his own kind. He tugged at the alien woman’s seat belt, and then resorted to using his power to snap the cables. She fell sideways into his arms and he began carrying her. Finally, he had no choice but to throw her over his shoulder. When he did so, he heard a faint moan of pain, but nothing more. Grunting at the exertion, Michael climbed up the steeply inclined interior until he reached the hole. Only in so doing did he realize just how deeply the craft had embedded itself in the lake. Maria stood on the shore, her hands to her face. “Michael, I can see helicopters coming!” Michael saw lights in the sky, still distant, and knew they had little time. “Help me!” “The water’s freezing!” “Maria!?!” “Oh, all right,” Maria said, yelping as she stepped into the cold water of the lake. She was up to her shoulders, shivering violently, when Michael lowered the girl down. “Is she one of you?” she asked. “I don’t think so,” Michael said. “But she’s not from around here.” Michael hopped into the water himself, took the girl, and the two of them stumbled toward the shore. “Your trunk!” Michael said. “It’s a hatchback,” Maria reminded him. “We’re not staying, pack the stuff over her!” The back seat was already folded down from their trip up. He placed the unconscious girl with the blue hair in the back of the hatchback, and then quickly disassembled the tent and placed it, still loose, over her. They quickly packed the rest of their things just as the helicopter arrived, blowing dust everywhere. “Michael!” Maria said suddenly. “Our clothes! They’ll know we’ve been in the water.” “Right.” Michael ran a hand over his clothes. Where the hand passed, the moisture disappeared, leaving him dry. He did the same for Maria and was just finishing as the first car from the subdivision across the lake arrived. More were on their way. “Are you okay?” a massive Hispanic man with a goatee called as he climbed out. Michael waved. “Yeah, close call, though, huh?” A moment later the Army helicopter landed and twelve very heavily armed soldiers jumped out and ran toward the shore. “Wow, you guys got here fast!” the Hispanic man said. The soldier in charge shouted orders to his men and then stepped directly in front of Michael. “Has anyone approached the craft?” he said. Michael and Maria both shook their heads. “It’s in the middle of the water,” Maria pointed out helpfully. The soldier looked both of them over, noting the dry clothes with a nod. “Folks, this was a Pegasus transport that suffered an engine malfunction. We may have people aboard we need to rescue. I’m going to have to ask you all to leave the area. We have other choppers coming.” He pulled out a notepad. “I just need your names and contact information in case we have any questions for you.” “Carlos Guevara,” the large man said as he rattled off his phone number. “I live across the lake.” The soldier, who Michael noted was a sergeant, nodded. “And you two?” “John Love,” he said, and gave the phone number to the Pizza place near his apartment. Maria stared at him a moment, then smiled. “Margarita Salt.” She gave the phone number of Michael’s one-time dance instructor. The sergeant didn’t even bat an eye. “Thank you, kids. Now, get going. We’ll call you for your statements.” They turned, gathered their tent and soggy picnic basket, and climbed into Maria’s Jetta. The fire had long been extinguished by the crash. They drove away in silence, making sure to stare straight ahead, as behind them more helicopters arrived. As they got on 203 leaving the park, they could see in the distance behind them a line of headlights approaching from the southwest. Only when they were on Highway 84 heading back to Fort Sumner did she dare turn in her seat, lifted a flap of the tent, and stared at the girl. “She looks human,” Maria whispered. “I wonder who she is?” “Don’t know,” Michael said as he drove. “But whoever she is, we can’t just turn her over to the government and let them do to her what they did to Max. We can’t.” Maria looked away from the beautiful alien at Michael, then leaned over and kissed his cheek. “I know, Spaceboy,” she whispered. “We’re doing the right thing. We’ll call Max, and everything will turn out all right.” Michael drove for a moment, and then said, “I love you.” “I know,” Maria assured him. “I love you too. But you’re still going to owe me a nice dinner for this one. And you actually have to pay this time.” Michael grinned. “Done!” Behind them, the first response team of soldiers quickly formed a perimeter around the shoreline while a lone figure in a black overcoat watched. He stood near a lone juniper tree as soldiers inflated rafts to post a line around the ship in the water as well. Their orders were simply to isolate the craft until the isolation team arrived. The soldiers were so busy establishing their perimeter that they did not at first notice the lean figure standing in the hole that somehow had been burned into the side of the ship. With the only light coming from flashlights, it should not have been surprising how easily the figure evaded attention. The man in the overcoat noticed, however, and watched with interest as the figure launched himself into the air to a height beyond any possible human reach. Flying over the water and the heads of the soldiers, the figure landed lightly five feet inland from the sergeant overseeing the operation. The sergeant turned in time to see a flash of red before his head went tumbling away from his body toward the water. The other men, instantly recognizing a threat, opened fire with every weapon they had. Blue lightning flashed through the air and men screamed in agony. The beam of red flashed again, and some fell headless to the ground while others died sizzling under the barrage of blue lightning. In less than a minute, a full dozen soldiers lay dead. The meter-long beam of red light faded back into what looked like a black cane, and the thin figure turned toward the man in the overcoat. The figure spoke words the man could not understand, but the threat was obvious. “I am not one of those humans,” the man in the overcoat said in contempt. “I am not so easily defeated.” He pulled a gun from inside his coat. Before the man could fire, though, the dark figure burst forward with incredible speed. With a flash of red light, the man looked down at the severed stump of his wrist and a sizzling red beam impaling his chest. He looked back up at the dark figure, smiled, and stepped back off the red light sword. He held up his hand, and the figure watched with a tilted head and narrowed red eyes as a bud broke through the cauterized flesh. The bud expanded with astounding speed, breaking into appendages that were obviously going to become a hand. In moments, there was absolutely no sign the man in the overcoat had been injured, except for the blackened hole in his clothes. The dark attacker paused and spoke again, but again, the language was nothing heard on Earth. The man in the overcoat grinned evilly. “You do not want me or my kind as an enemy,” he said. The alien returned his grin, activated his light sword, and then cut the man into fifty separate pieces in the course of five seconds. To those pieces, the dark figure pointed his hand and unleashed a maelstrom of blue electricity that cooked every piece of flesh until it blackened and boiled. By the time the isolation team arrived, there was no sign of the dark figure, and the decimated man in the black overcoat was reduced to a pool of black oil. * * * Somerset, England Friday, January 18, 2002 3:58 a.m. Greenwich Mean Time (GMT) (Thursday, 9:58 p.m. MST) In a beautiful country estate coated in a thick blanket of white snow, a well-manicured man sipped warm tea while staring out the window of his study into the early morning darkness. He was an elderly gentleman with rheumy, sorrowful eyes and hair as white as the snow outside, which itself was still shrouded in the pre-dawn darkness. The gentleman did not sleep very often any more, not since having to fake his own death several year before. He was waiting for his murderers to find him, as he knew they would in time. He had kept ahead of them for the past few years, but knew his time was fast running out. Rather than death, however, what startled the gentleman was a ring from his telephone. He put his tea down and answered the phone without turning on any lights. On the other side, he heard a constant thrum of background noise as if the caller were in a plane or automobile, and a low, raspy voice. “A ship has crashed.” “One of them?” the well-manicured man said. “No. Something else. Something came out of it and killed one of them. Truly killed it. Shortly afterward they came for me.” The gentleman nodded, though no one could see him. “What are they doing now?” “They are trying to cover it up. But they can’t. Too many officials know about the crash.” “What do you suggest?” “We direct other assets to the party.” The gentleman sighed. “The Syndicate is all but gone, my friend. You and I are all that remains. We have failed.” “We have. But others might not.” For the first time ever, since hearing the speaker on the other side a lifetime ago, the gentleman heard a hint of hope in the other’s voice. “I’m on my way to him now.” “Do as you must, then,” he said. He looked up and saw a shadow standing less than a foot away that was not there a moment ago. “It seems you are the last one left now, my friend. My time has come.” He put the phone down. The shadow struck. In a beautiful country estate in Somerset, England, a well-manicured head fell to the floor. His body fell a moment later. Let me know what you think! -----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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Juliet316 Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 1/12/07 8:07pm Subject: RE: Heaven Falls: A Jedi On Earth Sequal to Gods of Dark and Light, Chap 1 & 2 posted 1/11/07
	Oh wow, so many characters. Luckily all from fandoms I've followed. I look forward to seeing how this pans out. -----signature----- Juliet RIP Eddie Guerrero Tangible Dreams: http://boards.theforce.net/The_Saga/b10476/21029022/?10 The Heart of Betrayal: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/23822708/p1/?17
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Talon_Kenobi Registered: Sep '03	Date Posted: 1/12/07 9:35pm Subject: RE: Heaven Falls: A Jedi On Earth Sequel to Gods of Dark and Light, Chap 1 & 2 posted 1/11/07
	So what type of cross overs can we expect here. Is it still a Star-Gate cross over, if so will any SG-1 characters appear. Or do you plan on using a different show -----signature----- Draft Team: Kenobi's Talons Starfighter Draft winner The 3.5th Southern Nevada Jedi Draft Winner
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dajohu Registered: Oct '06	Date Posted: 1/13/07 6:09am Subject: RE: Heaven Falls: A Jedi On Earth Sequel to Gods of Dark and Light, Chap 1 & 2 posted 1/11/07
	Very interesting so far... I'm eagerly awaiting the next installment. Unluckily for me, I don't recognize several of the characters so I'll have to do a little research... lol. -dajohu
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 1/13/07 6:26am Subject: RE: Heaven Falls: A Jedi On Earth Sequel to Gods of Dark and Light, Chap 1 & 2 posted 1/11/07
	I don't have time to leave a full reply right now, but wanted to ask that you keep me on the PM list! -----signature----- Someone who loves me carries an M16. My baby boy wears combat boots.
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Jedi-2B Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 1/13/07 6:47am Subject: RE: Heaven Falls: A Jedi On Earth Sequel to Gods of Dark and Light, Chap 1 & 2 posted 1/11/07
	Ah, so it's started. The posting, that is. I already know it's a great story. And it's induced me to start watching reruns of Roswell and Stargate. Hang on, everyone. It's gonna be a thrilling ride. -----signature----- It was on her fifteenth day in the darkness of the Nirauan cave when Mara Jade awoke to discover a rescuer had finally arrived. It was not, however, any of the potential rescuers she would have expected. It was Luke. ~~And the rest is history~~
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Arkeus Registered: Dec '06	Date Posted: 1/13/07 1:32pm Subject: RE: Heaven Falls: A Jedi On Earth Sequel to Gods of Dark and Light, Chap 1 & 2 posted 1/11/07
	Wow... I didn't understand a thing, but that's ok, i think i will after a while, after all i picked up quite a few show by fanfiction Great work.
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Darth_Marrs Registered: Feb '06	Date Posted: 1/13/07 7:42pm Subject: RE: Heaven Falls: A Jedi On Earth Sequel to Gods of Dark and Light, Chap 1 & 2 posted 1/11/07
	Juliet316 posted: Oh wow, so many characters. Luckily all from fandoms I've followed. I look forward to seeing how this pans out. I have to admit I pack them in, but I try to keep them logical at least. Talon_Kenobi posted: So what type of cross overs can we expect here. Is it still a Star-Gate cross over, if so will any SG-1 characters appear. Or do you plan on using a different show A very good question. All the characters I use, even the Star Trek characters, are ones who are in our time. You won't see Kirk or Spock in this story, nor Jean Luc Picard. The world Siana crashes into might as well be our world. I use real locations in this story. The difference is, I have these franchise characters also in our world, and I think it works. The whole point of Stargate is its a secret, nobody knows. The kids from Roswell-again, nobody knows. They all live in our world. That's what I tried to capture. Our world, but with their characters. I think it lends an immediacy to the story when you see Stargate personel driving through Albuquerque or a Jedi at a pizza parlor in Santa Fe. At least I hope so. The story so far is in three parts. Part one deals a lot with the Roswell kids, though SG-1 is very important. Part Two will more fully integrate the Stargate universe while expanding the universes of the two other major franchises I bring in. Part three will be a dive off the deep end dealing with the consquences of what happens in Part II. So there, now you know what's going to happen. I hope you stay with me. I think it'll be a fun ride. dajohu posted: Very interesting so far... I'm eagerly awaiting the next installment. Unluckily for me, I don't recognize several of the characters so I'll have to do a little research... lol. -dajohu Roswell was a very fun show, with Ron Moore (a la Battlestar Galactica and Deep Space Nine) as an executive producer, along with Jonathan Frakes. It had its problems and no budget at all, but it was very enjoyable anyway. VaderLVR64 posted: I don't have time to leave a full reply right now, but wanted to ask that you keep me on the PM list! I wouldn't ever want to take you off! Jedi-2B posted: Ah, so it's started. The posting, that is. I already know it's a great story. And it's induced me to start watching reruns of Roswell and Stargate. Hang on, everyone. It's gonna be a thrilling ride. Thank you! I chose 2002 because it's the final season of both Roswell and x-Files, and a pivotal season in Stargate as well. Thanks for Beta reading as always! Arkeus posted: Wow... I didn't understand a thing, but that's ok, i think i will after a while, after all i picked up quite a few show by fanfiction Great work. Thanks, and hopefully the story will keep you hooked even if you're not completely familiar with everyone. I try, anyway. -----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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JediKage Registered: Jun '06	Date Posted: 1/14/07 9:03pm Subject: RE: Heaven Falls: A Jedi On Earth Sequel to Gods of Dark and Light, Chap 1 & 2 posted 1/11/07
	nice sequel but... wheres Kyle Katarn? will he apear later?
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cibbler Registered: Aug '06	Date Posted: 1/15/07 1:06pm Subject: RE: Heaven Falls: A Jedi On Earth Sequel to Gods of Dark and Light, Chap 1 & 2 posted 1/11/07
	You've got me reading a fanfic here without any of the OT characters. I tend to avoid those fics. Something I might have to reconsider since I liked what I've read here so far. Also fun to Micheal and Maria here. Maria would be the perfect person to rescue Siana <g> “The water’s freezing!”
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LordInferno Registered: Dec '04	Date Posted: 1/17/07 12:06am Subject: RE: Heaven Falls: A Jedi On Earth Sequel to Gods of Dark and Light, Chap 1 & 2 posted 1/11/07
	I've never watched Rosewell, so I'm not familiar with the characters, just the premise of the series. I take it that the second chapter deals with the Rosewell universe. Of course, one can't have aliens crashing on Earth without X-Files, so I will be interested to see how that comes. I guess you should throw in Battlestar Galactica as something you worked in, with the word "Frak". hehe. It looks interesting. Multiple crossovers of series can be really good or really horrible. It's all in the author and how they do it. As I said, I'm not familiar with the Rosewell series, so based on these two chapters, I cannot render an opinion, but given what you did last time, it should be an interesting journey. I eagerly await the next chapter. -----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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Darth_Marrs Registered: Feb '06	Date Posted: 1/17/07 6:36pm Subject: RE: Heaven Falls: A Jedi On Earth Sequel to Gods of Dark and Light, Chap 1 & 2 posted 1/11/07 - Date Edited: 1/18/07 9:50am (1 edits total) Edited By: Darth_Marrs
	JediKage—The except at the end of GOD&L was taking from the chapter below, so here is Kyle’s first entrance into the story. cibbler—if that isn’t a great compliment, I don’t know what is. I hope I can keep you coming back. My Beta wasn’t really a fan of Roswell or the other fics I brought in, but she tells me she enjoyed it as well. Additional Star Wars elements do enter into the fray during Part 2. But again, they are Legacy (130+ABY) C cannon characters. LordInferno—No Battlestar, promise. As for the Roswell characters, well, you might say I actually took them and put them into the SG verse, which I then put into the real world of 2002. If anything, this is an AU of our verse. And you’re absolutely right about multiple crossovers being either really bad, or really good. Mostly bad. I’ve tried to walk a very thin line as to who I put in and who I don’t. I may even have to rethink my dramatis personae stance. I may list it after all the primary characters have been introduced. We’ll see. Anyway, I will try very hard not to disappoint you, cibbler, or any of the other readers who brave this strange new world. With that said, here comes Chapter Three, with Kyle Katarn making his grand entrance. I didn’t beat anyone over the head in the story with how he’s alive and relatively young, but to explain again—he has been traveling the galaxy at relativistic speeds, which results in a time-dilation effect for him and the rest of the universe. In effect, times slows the closer he gets to the speed of light. He’s been cheating time to watch after the Delun family. I also want to issue a warning about Darth Nihl, the Sith Lord in this story. He is bad. I mean, truly, despicably bad. He does some truly abhorrent things in this story. But what makes this a little different is that he is doing these abhorrent things to American citizens in a world that could be our own. Just be warned. I hope you enjoy. Chapter 3: Blue Hair Ossus, Auril Sector 130 ABY 3 Days Post GFFA Darth Scraggus dreamed of power. It was a dream he had harbored since his youth on Nar Shaddaa—a youth spent watching the powerful abuse and control the weak. Scraggus was not considered by his Sith brethren to be the strongest of their kind, but Krayt himself had noted his overwhelming devotion and loyalty. Between his devotion to Krayt and the power he did have, Scraggus was named a fully ranked Dark Lord of the Sith. During the invasion and destruction of the Jedi Praxeum at Ossus, Darth Krayt had selected his hand, Darth Nihl, to be the overall commander. However, since Nihl had gone missing the day of the attack and the majority of the Imperial and Sith strike force had left to pursue the remnants of the defeated Galactic Federation of Free Alliances, clean-up fell to Darth Scraggus. It was a task the Rodian was perfectly suited for. Just in the past ten hours of occupying the planet he and his taskforce had uncovered and wiped out two cells of Jedi padawans, two full knights, and almost fifty civilians, mostly women and children. Scraggus had no qualms about killing humans, and the non-humans he left to his underlings. The Praxeum itself had been reduced to a pile of rubble, but underneath the rubble the Dark Lord knew there were several kilometers of tunnels and hidden passages in which Jedi could hide. It was during his search of one of the tunnels under the Praxeum with two of his warriors that the Pellaeon-class star destroyer in orbit contacted him. “Darth Scraggus,” the Imperial captain said with due deference to a Sith, “we attempted and failed to intercept a small ship entering the planet’s atmosphere approximately half an hour ago. The ship appeared to be Sekotan in design, but had no transponder and did not respond to hails.” “Why am I only now learning of this?” Scraggus demanded. “We wanted to ascertain its precise landing point first, M’lord. We have finally determined the ship landed half a kilometer away from your location.” “Thank you, Captain,” Scraggus said, while making a mental note to kill the captain for incompetence when he returned. In the meantime, he would continue his search. Behind him followed his two most skilled and vicious warriors. He came at last to the spot where his last search had ended when he found a lone, wounded Jedi knight he quickly killed. There was still blood and burns on the walls and floor to mark the fighting. Scraggus continued past the now empty room until at last he came to a locked door that appeared to be the last in this particular passage. He raised his hand and pushed with the Force, but to no avail. Snarling at the apparent failure in front of his warriors, he whipped out his saber and chopped the door down. Inside he saw nothing but darkness. He directed his two warriors to enter first with Scraggus a step behind. He had not moved two steps into the shadows when he saw a flash of purple light and the sound of one of his Chagrian warriors screaming that was cut shockingly short. A moment later the lights turned on. Two Sith warriors lay dead at the feet of a normal sized human male with a graying beard and hair and broad, strong shoulders. “Another dead Jedi,” Darth Scraggus snarled in Huttese. “You think?” the man responded in the same language. Darth Scraggus lunged directly toward the Jedi’s chest with Force-enhanced speed, but then backed away in shock, staring at the charred stump of his arm. His eyes automatically sought the spot a meter away where his arm fell. He screamed as the purple blade removed his second arm at the elbow. Suddenly a strong hand wrapped itself around his neck, lifted him bodily, and then slammed him back into the floor. “Now, little Sithy,” the Jedi said. “You’re going to tell me how many Jedi got away, and how many prisoners you took.” “No prisoners,” Scraggus said, immediately falling back into his childhood role of the weaker party obeying the stronger. “Darth Krayt’s orders were to destroy the whole population.” “How many escaped?” the man growled. “Three shuttles. One had the Skywalker child on it with Master Sazen and the younglings. Another shuttle of younglings escaped, plus a third shuttle that had a single pilot. A girl.” “Where you there during the invasion?” “Yes.” “Did you see this girl?” “Blue hair,” the Rodian gasped. The Jedi stood up. “Tell me now, little Sithy, what do you prefer—death at the hands of your masters for failing, or by mine for being such an idiot?” “My master will eat your heart, you Jedi scum…” The Rodian’s mouth continued to move for a second or two after his head was severed, but without breath no sound emerged. “By my hand, then,” the man said. He turned back to the secondary security control panel. “Computer, resume search for shuttle transponders.” “Search completed, data transferred to data chip,” the computer announced. “Shuttle 224-64V and Shuttle 128-4c entered random headings at standard hyperspace. Downloading additional data requested. Shuttle 234-2B entered non-standard hyperspace at approximately 13:00 hours to heading 00234.456 by 04591.147 North of galactic ecliptic.” The heading numbers seemed odd. “Why are there extra digit headings?” “Fourth and fifth whole digits represents likely distance. Hyperspace trajectory and speed suggest extra-galactic destination. Non-standard hyperspace entry indicates ship was at .99 of c at the time of entry into hyperspace. Cronau inversion resulted in supra-hyperspace speed.” He blinked, then shrugged. “I’ll figure it out later.” The Jedi downloaded as much of the data on the machine as he could, recording every image of every knight, master and padawan falling to the horror of war. He watched with narrow eyes and a clenched jaw, only grunting at the most gruesome or heart-wrenching moments. He knew that other Jedi in years past had endured similar moments, watching readings of Darth Vader slaughtering the Jedi in their own temple. It was a vicious case of repeating history that broke the Jedi’s heart. When he had as much data as he could download, he activated his lightsaber and started cutting into the computer itself. It was more than a means of denying the Sith additional security information. It was also a way for him to announce that he was back. Jedi did not seek revenge, but they did seek justice, and this particular Jedi had a very long memory. When the Jedi left, sparks and smoke rose from gashes cut into the shape of letters in the control panels. The letters read: “Kyle Katarn lives.” * * * Roswell, New Mexico Thursday, January 17, 2002 10:34 p.m. Mountain Time “Are you sure you have her?” Maria asked. “She’s not that heavy,” Michael assured his girlfriend as he carried the blue-haired alien into his apartment. Maria closed the door behind him, and then turned on the lights. Max Evans was asleep on the couch, one arm thrown over his eyes, his chest bare. “Oooh la la,” Maria said as the light woke Max with a start. “Put a shirt on, boy,” she continued. “You’re getting me all hot and bothered.” “Maria, Michael?” Max asked. “I thought you were camping? And who’s the girl?” “We were camping,” Michael said. “This girl kind of dropped in on us. She’s an alien, Max!” Max jumped to his feet as Michael carried the unconscious alien into his bedroom and deposited her on his bed. Again, Maria got the lights and then stood at the foot of the bed between Michael and Max. The girl on the bed did not move. “She’s pretty,” Maria noted. “I just love that hair.” “Where’d she come from?” Max asked. Michael quickly filled his friend in on what happened. “So you think she’s one of us?” Max asked when Michael was done. Michael shook his head. “Don’t think so. She felt sorta human. You’re the healer—why don’t you go check.” With a shrug, Max sat on the bed next to her and held his hand out over her, his fingers clawed slightly as if attempting to palm a basketball. “She’s human,” he finally said. “There’re a few strange things about her, but nothing really alien. She’s definitely not a Skin.” He closed his eyes and ran his hand down the length of her leg. White light glared from his palm, but then immediately died away. “I can’t heal her,” he said, surprised. “She has a broken leg, damage to her lungs and a concussion, but I can’t help her. Something is blocking me.” The girl opened eyes of such a shocking color of blue that Maria gasped. “Those can’t be real,” she said. The alien looked from Maria and Michael, to Max. She whispered something, but no one could understand her words. “My name is Max,” he told her. “I can help you if you let me.” She studied him for the longest time before she finally nodded. He held his hand over her chest while she watched, and let his power flow. As always when Max healed someone, he had flashes of memories exchanged, images. Max saw people screaming, a woman crying out a name as she burned. The girl’s eyes widened in alarm at the connection and power, but she made no move as he healed her. He moved his hand to her leg, and finally to her head. She watched him intently the entire time. When he was done, she said a word. “What was that?” Michael asked. “Sounded like Jed Aye or something,” Maria noted. Max knew it was a question, though, something she was asking him. “No, I’m not a Jedi.” She spoke again, and Max nodded. “Yes, we’re friends. You can rest now. We’ll protect you until you wake.” The girl nodded and smiled at him faintly before closing her eyes. At the foot of the bed, Michael and Maria shared a knowing look before turning their attention to Max. “Let me guess,” Maria said. “You healed her and got a flash.” Max ducked his head, and then looked back at the alien on Michael’s bed. “More than a flash,” he said. “She has power, but I just don’t know what kind. She’s definitely not from around here, though. When I healed her, it’s like we formed a mental bond. I don’t really know the language, but I can tell what she means.” “Max, if you hurt Liz again…” “It’s not like that,” Max assured her. “Promise.” * * * Jesus and Guadalupe Eschevez came to America from Mexico illegally in 1984 as farm workers. They applied for and became legal citizens in a ceremony in 1992 after 8 years and six children in the country. Jesus worked for Fort Sumner High School as the facilities manager, a job he obtained in 1994. His wife worked at an elementary school in the cafeteria. Their combined income was less than $40,000.00. In 2000, after saving and working hard for six years, they were able to move their family of eight out of the two bedroom apartment they shared and into a four bedroom house with a lawn and two bathrooms. It was the fulfillment of all their dreams; Guadalupe was actually crying as they moved their meager possessions into the house. Although Jesus and Guadalupe did not speak any English, all of their children did. However, those children were sleeping soundly in their rooms when the dark figure entered the house. Therefore, when Jesus awoke to the red-eyed nightmare hovering over his bed, his cries were in Spanish. He instinctively looked over to Guadalupe and cried in horror when he saw that she was already dead. He looked back at the nightmare, who reached down and grabbed his forehead with a cold, clammy hand. The figure spoke words that were meaningless to Jesus, and then began raping the husband and father of six of every thought he had. When it was done, and Jesus was dead, the figure straightened. “Be honored,” he said in Mexican-accented Spanish. “You died at the hands of a Sith.” When Inri, their oldest, came in the next morning to see why his parents were not up yet, he found his mother bisected length-wise, and his father staring up at the ceiling with a stricken grimace of pain on his pale, cold face. Please let me know what you think. Cheers.