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Arcalian Registered: Mar '05	Date Posted: 12/29/06 4:17pm Subject: To shape the world.....(Anakin, Luke, Crossover. One post.)
	Title: To shape the world..... Author: Arcalian Timeframe: Between AOTC and ROTS, and between ESB and ROTJ Characters: Anakin, Luke, Terra I, Terra II Genre: Crossover, comic book Keywords: Terra, Crossover, Titans Summary: Anakin and Luke meet two different girls, both named Terra, each of whom echoes the respective Skywalkers they meet in certain ways. Notes: For those of you familiar with the Titans cartoon, this is based on the comics instead. ---- Anakin blinked. "Where am I?" He had been on some Force-forsaken world with Obi-Wan and their detachment of Clones. The miserable weather of the planet was making his mechanical hand act up. That bothered him; he had accepted the hand as part of himself, and didn't like being reminded of it's artificial nature. He had taken Obi-Wan's advice and, reluctantly, tried to meditate. Now he found himself somewhere else entirely. A Force vision? He didn't know. He wasn't sure. "Who said that?!" A voice snapped irritably. Anakin looked around. He was in an abandoned building somewhere. The walls were peeling. The place was rotting. Even to Anakin's muddled senses, it stank of the Dark Side. "Me," Anakin said warily, and gripped the hilt of his lightsaber. "I said it. I don't know where I am." A young human girl came around the corner of the rotting hallway. She wore a strange tan and brown costume with gold bracelets, and a mask. She seemed cute in face and petite in body, but there was something about the eyes.....a firey, red-hot bloodlust shone in them. Anakin recognized the emotion, he had indulged in it many times. But it seemed to him this girl....that such murderous feeling were home to her in a way they weren't to him. They were almost the only feelings that she knew at all, and everything else was pretense. She was a monster. She eyed him suspiciously, hands clenched into fists. He kept a tight grip on his saber hilt but something--the Force itself, perhaps--warmed him to stay his hand. "Are you for real?" she asked him. "I'm very real," he assured her. She looked him over apprasingly then, and a different sort of lust was reflected in her blue eyes. "Well, you are kinda cute, I suppose...." she came to a decision. "And Slade wouldn't like it if I brought the house down with us in it." "Who is Slade?" Anakin asked blankly. "You probably don't wanna know, cutie," she said, and favored him with an unpleasant, toothy grin. "I still want to know where I am," he said. She shook her head in amazement. "You really don't know, do ya?" Without waiting for an answer, she went on, "You're in an abandoned rat-trap of a hotel on the Lower East Side. Not safe here. Should leave soon, cutie. Even I won't be here long." Anakin wanted to ask the Lower East Side of what, but he got the feeling the answer would leave him no wiser. "Yeah, I'll go. But can I ask you a question first?" Her eyes narrowed with suspicion, but she nodded. "Okay." "Are you always so angry?" She blinked, then laughed. It was not a pleasant laugh. "Most do-gooders and other stupid people make me angry pretty easy, cutie. But you're no do-gooder, are ya?" "I...." he backed up, uncertain of what she meant. "I serve the Republic as a Jedi Knight," he answered. She gave him that toothy grin again. "I dunno what all that means, but that doesn't make you a good person, does it? Nah. You're like me. You like to kill. You've got potential, don't ya?" Anakin backed up further. He realized why he was afraid. It wasn't that this girl could kill him; he had faced many terrible enemies already in his life. It wasn't her utterly evil nature; evil he had faced before too. No, it was the fact that she liked him. Saw him as some sort of twisted kindred. "I've always tried to keep my anger under control," he answered. She frowned in puzzlement. "Why bother, kiddo? It can set you free...." Now he panicked. Uttering a wordless cry, he pulled his lightsaber and ignited it. The girl scowled and her hands began to glow with power..... ....and suddenly he found himself back on that battle-blasted planet, surrounded by Obi-Wan and the clone troopers. In the distance, battle thundered and boomed. A light drizzle was falling, and the rain was slightly acidic; it singed his skin. He sat up. "Are you all right, Anakin?" Obi-Wan asked with real concern. "The Force gave me a....most disturbing vision," Anakin answered honestly enough, panting slightly. "I don't think I should meditate so deeply again. At least not anytime soon." Obi-Wan's expression remained worried. "Perhaps the Force was trying to tell you something." "Probably," Anakin agreed. The memories of the cute girl with the murderous eyes would haunt him for weeks to come. But alas, he did not learn the lession she had to teach him. ---- Terra blinked. Just like that, the cute boy in the funny brown clothes had vanished. She relaxed her hands and her power faded. The building stopped trembling. "What are you doing up there?" A rough, aging voice asked from below. Terra looked around uncertainly. "Just some bum," she called back. "I scared him away." "You shouldn't jeopardize your cover like that," the voice chided. She started down the stairs. "Trust me, Slade; the boy had no clue." "Don't call me that while we're working." "Oh, all right," she rolled her eyes. "Deathstroke, the Terminator it is, then. Do you have any orders for me, sir?" her voice dripped sarcasm. "Just tell me what went on when you didn't have your mask on. You know I need full records, even when you're not using the spy camera." "Sure," she said. "Today, our do-gooder idiot 'friends' the Titans were hanging out in the pool, discussing the fight we had with Brother Blood...." ---- Time passed in both realities. Anakin and the original Terra passed on. But others replaced them..... ---- Luke blinked. "Where am I?" He had been in his X-wing Cockpit, preparing to take off for a training excercise with the Rogue Squadron. His mechanical hand still gave him trouble, from time to time, but he had reluctantly come to terms with it. Remembering Obi-Wan's advice and Yoda's teachings, he had tried to meditate. Now he found himself somewhere else entirely. Was it a message from the Force? He couldn't say for sure. Yet he felt no threat here, only peace. "Who are you?" A voice asked softly. Luke looked around. He was standing in what appeared to be a cemetary; graves lined up in orderly rows in the green field, pine trees in the distance. A beautiful temperate world, from what he could see. The light from the single sun was bright. A warm day. Standing in front of him was a young blonde girl, attractive in a cute sort of way. Her short brown jacket and chocolate bodysuit reminded him in some ways of Obi-Wan's old Jedi robes. A mask, too. Was she dressed up for some sort of ceremony? A funeral, perhaps? Her eyes...they were distant, sad blue orbs. Almost haunted. He recognized that look, it was the same feeling he felt about Obi-Wan, and.....his father. The girl was as haunted by ghosts of the past as he was. "I....my name is Luke," he said. "I don't know how I came to be here. I did not mean to intrude." She smiled. "Well, you're not intruding. I could use the company. And yer kinda cute, too." "Thank you....I think." "You're welcome," she giggled. Then her smile faded and she turned to look at the headstone in front of them. The carved face atop it was not unlike the girl's own, though the eyes were wide and strangely blank, mouth slightly parted. The face seemed neutral, expressionless. The inscription read, "Here lies TERRA. A Teen Titan. May she rest in peace." "You two look alike," Luke ventured. "Are you...." his voice caught. "Family?" She shook her head, not looking back at him. "Kinda, but not really. Part of her DNA was used to make me the girl I am today. I even inherited some of her mannerisms. Thankfully, her true personality was not part of the package deal." She laughed, a short, bitter sound. "Thank goodness for small favors." "You were genetically manipulated to be like her?" Luke was horrified. She shrugged. "That was the idea, yah. Thankfully, it didn't turn out like they thought it would. I did get her powers, though. Not as powerful as she was, but I can do some of the same stuff. If I don't excert myself." "Powers?" He glanced at the headstone again. "Are you a....Titan, as she was?" Now she looked back at him, unshed tears in her eyes. "A Titan, yes. Not as she was. You're not from around here, are ya?" "Not really, no." She smiled. "Well, I hope you find your way home." "Thank you." Luke wasn't sure what else he could say, really. She looked at the grave again. "She threw her life away....for nothing. All she understood was hate. I don't think she ever knew anything else." "But if..." Luke faltered. "If she had known something else, do you think she could've chosen differently? As you have?" She looked at him, eyes thoughtful. "I'd like to think so." "Then there is still hope," he said, realizing what the Force had been trying to tell him by bringing him to this place. "Thank you. May the Force be with you." She blinked, then smiled. "I dunno what 'the Force' is, but right back atcha, cutie." He smiled at her..... ...and then he was back in his cockpit. "Hey Luke," Wedge's voice crackled in his ear. "You coming?" "Right with you, Red Two," Luke affirmed, and closed his cockpit. ---- Terra II blinked. Just like that, the cute boy in the orange suit had vanished. He looked like some kind of fighter pilot. Had she dreamed it all up? She shrugged to herself and looked back at the grave of her dreaded predecessor. As she did, something the boy had said echoed in her brain. There is still hope.... Smiling at the comfort of that thought, she turned and walked away. -----signature----- Arcalian If you don't take yourself seriously, who else will? http://arcalian.deviantart.com/ http://idlewilder.proboards54.com/index.cgi?
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