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dianethx Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 12/17/07 10:37am Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Updated 12/17/2007
	The Operative is really scary. He certainly knows how to kill. I wonder if he knows how to live. As for the shipmates on Serenity, you got them down perfectly. Kaylee was hilarious looking at the naked guy. Loved how they fought with him and yet River was able to get him to stop and cover up. “Well, that was exciting,” Wash summed up from the other side of the room. “Do we get to see naked women fighting now?” He'll pay for that remark later! Great job. Looking forward to seeing how you are going to tie this up with SW. -----signature----- Betrayal - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b1/10935143 updated 11/2/09 jedidas3's Master Merlin - Diplomatic Immunity - http://boards.theforce.net/nswff/b10808/30459852
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Golden_Jedi Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 12/17/07 1:54pm Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Updated 12/17/2007
	Since I know next to nothing about the EU people, I was in the dark about who the mistery jedi was until you pointed out at the 'dramatis personae' index... He seems to be rather well endowed indeed, by the ladies reactions . About the other scene... ugh, if I had been at the theater I would have been covering my eyes, but that doesn't seem to help when you're reading . Excellent action there! -----signature----- New Bespin Café - come visit THE place for H/L fans http://boards.theforce.net/fan_fiction_resource/b10304/29538471 Diving (a H/L intertrilogy AU) http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/27836852
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emerald54 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 12/17/07 4:25pm Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Updated 12/17/2007
	Oh... that last line... pure Wash. I'm giggling way to hard for this to be healthy. I was going off of the movies, and to me he always seemed more conservative then Anakin, but maybe I need to rewatch them. Hope you update soon, because this is really good! -----signature----- “Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.” - John Steinbeck
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correllian_ale Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 12/17/07 8:47pm Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Updated 12/17/2007
	Chapter Three: Naked Men “Well, that was exciting,” Wash summed up from the other side of the room. “Do we get to see naked women fighting now?” Your portrayal "The Operative" Samhael Afolabi was also excellent! -----signature----- Consider this my "throw back" jersey... I govern my life around my own personal code of ethics, and I suggest that you do the same.
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LadyLunas Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 12/17/07 9:26pm Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Updated 12/17/2007
	Wash! Kaylee! I loved it. Of course, the humour was offset by the Operative's section. You have a really nice creepy portrayal of him. -----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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Kevin_Solo Registered: Jun '07	Date Posted: 12/18/07 2:41pm Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Updated 12/17/2007
	As others have pointed out, it's a nice mixture of horror and humour. The Operative's early life and career was well set out. I grimaced at how he was 'recruited': One day, when he was in his early teens, he tried to rob someone he should not have robbed. He remembered the sound his arms and legs made when they snapped. His would-be victim methodically broke his humerus, radius and ulna bones in both arms, then as he lay writhing on the ground in agony, proceeded to break both femurs, his fibulas and his tibias. The man leaned over and grabbed the thoroughly incapacitated teen by the chin. “Does you’re life mean anything?” Samhael remembered sputtering out a plea for mercy, which made the man smile cruelly. “Mercy? No. There will be no mercy. I will destroy you so utterly you won’t even remember your name.” From that day on, he became a creature of the Alliance, subjected to the most agonizing, intensive training in the galaxy. His speech was reworked, his features shifted through injury and reconstruction. He was trained on weapons of every description, and how to use anything else at hand as a weapon. He was shaped, over and over again, until he became an Operative. Nasty! At least I didn't mind his killing of Badger, considering that the latter was a crook, who doubtless caused suffering to many: “I want to know where to find Malcolm Reynolds.” “Gonna kill me if I don’t tell you, huh?” The former Operative smiled gently. “No. I’m going to kill you regardless. But I’ll kill you painlessly if you cooperate.” The two guards pulled their guns. Samhael did not even bother with the katana he carried on his back. He disarmed and killed both men with his bare hands in the space it took Badger to run around his desk for his own gun. By the time he brought the supposed pre-ban “antique” revolver to bear, a hand with an iron grip caught his wrist and slammed the gun hand to the desk with sufficient strength to make Badger drop the weapon. “As I was saying,” Samhael said, “you are going to die regardless. But there are many ways to die. If you give me what I want, you will die quickly and with minimal pain. If you do not, you will rupture your vocal cords screaming in agony for many, many hours. Your choice. For some reason, I'm not broken-hearted at this. Now we come to him naked in the Serenity's infirmary. The comments from most the crew about his appearance were great: “Come on, Cap’n,” Kaylee complained at one point. “You’re blockin the view!” “Kaylee!” Simon said, shocked. Kaylee shrugged. “Don’t see things like that often,” she said in defense of herself. “He is very well endowed,” Inara noted. “Not that big,” Jayne said. “Penis envy,” River said. “Now wait one ruttin’ gorram minute!” the mercenary started. “Enough. No more talk about this man’s penis!” Mal said. Kaylee snickered. “Made you say it.” “If we can get our attention above his waistline,” Simon said, “I’m more interested in his scars. Look at his stomach.” “I’m looking,” Kaylee said as they finally reached the infirmary and placed him on the bed. “That I am!” “What’s this, now?” Wash said just as Zoe joined him. “A naked boy toy? Do we get naked girl toys too?” “Honey,” Zoe said. “Shut up.” “I just want things to be fair,” Wash said plaintively. Then it goes on some more: “I see six foot five of man,” Kaylee said. “Would you please stop that?” Simon asked. She walked around the table and gave him a lingering kiss. “Don’t worry, it’s shiny. I’m all looky-looky, no touchy-touchy.” She turned back and flushed scarlet. “But the looky-looky’s almost enough.” Mal huffed. “Kaylee, don’t you have somethin’ to fix in the engines?” Then the fighting starts, which was well described. Again to conter the violence depicted on board ship and earlier, we end with more humour: “Well, that was exciting,” Wash summed up from the other side of the room. “Do we get to see naked women fighting now?”
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Kevin_Solo Registered: Jun '07	Date Posted: 12/18/07 2:59pm Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Updated 12/17/2007
	Sorry for the bad spelling of 'counter', the absence of 'of', and the Serenity's name not being in italics, due to me accidentally posting too soon, before I had everything properly revised! There was something else that struck me after reading Chapter 3. If this is their reaction when they see the naked Operative, how are the women going to behave when they see a clothed Anakin Skywalker?
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Thumper09 Registered: Dec '01	Date Posted: 12/19/07 1:00pm Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Updated 12/17/2007
	Wow, lots of action here. Good stuff. I'm curious about the past injuries that Vos had (this might be due to my general lack of EU knowledge, though). Interesting background on the Operative. Hmm...Blue Sun secrets... And wow--I didn't expect Badger to get killed. I guess Mal won't have to worry about him after all. Though after reading through this update, I suppose Badger would have been fairly low on Mal's priority list. She was replaced a moment later by Book. “What’s all the commotion about…oh, a new passenger,” he noted. “And clothing-impaired, as well.” Great line there from Book, LOL. Awesome update! Keep up the good work. -Thumper -----signature----- "Like anything worth writing, it came inexplicably and without method." -Karen Eiffel, Stranger Than Fiction "Adamantine"--Rebel OC vig http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/30390799 "That's 'stupid plan, sir,' Lieutenant." -Wedge
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Laine_Snowtrekker Registered: Jul '03	Date Posted: 12/19/07 6:10pm Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Updated 12/17/2007
	Oh, you need to add me to that PM list!!! You have the tone of the characters from Firefly down pat. I haven't seen the movie yet (and don't really want to, because of certain people's deaths), but this is really cool! -----signature----- Stealth and subtlety work well, but for making lasting impressions, a blaster does just fine. -Han Room full of gold and jewels, and Dr. Daniel Jackson finds the one book. -Cam Palso's #1 Fan JO: RS1, Admiral, SC Fanfics are linked to in my bio
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Darth_Marrs Registered: Feb '06	Date Posted: 12/24/07 7:48am Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Updated 12/17/2007
	I'll make a new post and acknowledgments next week. For now, I wish everyone a happy holiday and a brilliant New Year. -----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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GraceSolo Registered: Oct '06	Date Posted: 12/28/07 3:50pm Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Updated 12/17/2007
	Just wanted to send you an encouraging word and let you know that we are all waiting to see what happens next… Hope you have a great holiday; please continue the PM’s…it is so great to have that message pop up and let you know something great is ready to be enjoyed!! Thanks again!! -----signature----- 'I walk slowly, but I never walk backwards'--Abraham Lincoln 'Not only do I not know what is going on, I wouldn't know what to do about it if I did'--George Carlin
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Darth_Marrs Registered: Feb '06	Date Posted: 12/29/07 7:26pm Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Updated 12/17/2007
	First off, I hope everyone had a Happy Holiday Bowl. My Holiday Bowl was especially nice since my Horns won it. May everyone’s Holiday Bowl be as enjoyable. (Readers in Arizona exempted, of course Dianethx—Afolabi is pretty scary, but judging from the reactions I think I may not have made the chapter as clear as I should have. Samhael cut Badger’s ear off, but HE DID NOT KILL BADGER. The soldiers that stormed the building were actually after Samhael and Badger was killed in the crossfire. I’m writing this sans Beta reader, so I may not have made that as clear as I should have. Samhael Afolabi is definitely creepy, but he’s not actually the bad guy in this. Golden_Jedi—Quinlan Vos is one of the more popular Clone Wars era EU characters. A whole series of comic books detailed his life, all of which was based on a 2 second appearance in the background of The Phantom Menace on Tattoine. Just FYI—He was Aayla Secura’s master. Emerald54—I can’t write humor for humor’s sake worth a darn. But I can sure pack in a few laughs in my dramas. Correllian_Ale—Thank you and thank you! Gotta love Wash. LadyLunas—Thank you. I love urbane killers in fiction. It’s like there’s a piece missing in his psyche that most other people have. A moral base. He has ethics, but no morals. But again, he’s really not the bad guy in this. You’ll see soon. Kevin_Solo—In the movie he always seemed sure he had no place in the society he thought he protected. I wanted him to have a background that always put him “outside” the societal norms. I acknowledge I borrowed the concept from La Femme Nikita (the original French movie, not the Americanized version or the series, which I didn’t watch). And again, just FYI, Afolabi did not kill Badger. Badger was killed in the crossfire of those trying to kill the former Operative. Thumper09—Although it’s important to this story, Vos’s background is C-canon and on Wookiepedia, so I’ll admit for the record that he was on Kashyyk with Yoda when Order 66 was given. I’m glad you’re still liking it. Laine_Snowtrekker—Done. I’m glad you’re enjoying it. Although I didn’t enjoy certain parts of the movie, other parts were just the perfect wrap-up to the series. Watching River go postal in a bar was truly a thing of beauty, and her fighting in the movie was in part the inspiration for this story. GraceSolo—Why thank you. I appreciate that. And indeed, my Holiday Bowl was delicious. My boy Colt McCoy finally played the game he should have been playing all year. I appreciate as always your reviews and support. Just to reiterate, Samhael Afolabi did not kill Badger. Granted, he cut the little weasel’s ear off, but he never actually intended to kill him. This is important because of what follows in this chapter. For the first time, we start to get glimpses of what’s happening in the larger universe. I hope everyone enjoys. Also, have a Happy New Years! Chapter Four: With Friends Like These… The stranger, whom the crew had named Long John (“I mean, did you not see him?” Kaylee said of the appellation) sat in the galley staring at a protein bar while the rest of the crew stood around him, watching him stare. He wore a pair of Jayne’s slacks and T-shirts, which surprisingly fit. River sat near him at the table. Simon, who by then had mostly recovered from the tranquilizer, sat groggily a few chairs away with Kaylee’s arms around his slumped shoulders. It was a mark of his state of mind that they touched at all in front of the others. He was still pretty shy in that regard. “What’s his name?” Mal said. He leaned with his arms across his chest against the galley bar. “He doesn’t know,” River said without asking. “Ask him, please,” Mal said. River turned, said something in Corlingua, then turned back to the captain. “He says he doesn’t know.” “Where’s he from?” “He doesn’t know.” “What does he know?” “That Jayne didn’t wash those clothes before he handed them over.” Jayne blushed. “How’d I know someone else’d be wearin’ the gorram things!” Inara moved to the captain’s side. Long John watched her silently. Like River, Inara spoke the newly engineered language of Colingua, as did Simon and even Kaylee, who got a smattering of it during her final years of school. “My name is Inara,” she said. “Do you know why you were in that container?” His voice was deep and deceptively smooth, like a sheath hiding a dagger as he spoke the Corlingua with an odd accent. “I don’t know.” “Do you remember anything?” “Two by two,” he said. “Hands of blue,” River finished in Anglo. Simon perked up a little, though he didn’t try to escape Kaylee’s protective arm. “River, do you think he’s from the Academy?” She looked not at Simon or John, but over to Book for the longest time. “I don’t know,” she said at last. “I never saw him there. But in the end, we didn’t see each other at all.” “You mean the others there,” Simon said. River nodded and looked back at John, who was now carefully analyzing the entire room. “He’s like me,” she said. “Moonbrained?” Jayne said with a snort. “Ain’t that a ruttin’ shame.” “A killer,” River corrected. The room fell quiet again. Simon started to talk, but River forestalled him by raising her hand. Finally, the man’s eyes made their way back to her, and the two sat staring at each other so intensely even Inara’s cheeks colored. “Should we leave the room?” she finally asked, half in jest. River turned and grinned suddenly. Her whole face came alight as it sometimes did, making her startlingly beautiful. “Yes, please. I’m going to have his baby.” Mal choked on spit and turned away from everyone, coughing violently. “Not today, child,” Book said quickly for the distraught captain. “Besides, he’s a very large man and obviously a good deal older. I think a relationship like that might not be advisable.” River looked at John, who merely studied those around him. “He’d be gentle when he had to,” she said softly. Mal, finally recovered, said, “He’ll bunk in Jayne’s cabin for now. River, you’d better stay in yours. This ship ain’t no…” he stopped and glanced guiltily at Inara. “You ain’t gonna have nobody’s baby on this ship.” “Not on this ship, no,” River said. * * * Around a barren moon circling a planet undergoing the first vestiges of terraforming orbited the Yutani Skyplex, one of the last bastions of open greed, thievery and commerce in the human ‘verse. Shaped like a giant mushroom with a pointed stem, the orbital station provided docking, commerce and supplying opportunities to free traders all across space. Mal at once loved and hated the place. He loved it for the freedom it represented. The Alliance had no presence to speak of on the station. It recognized that such hubs of commerce were essential to the survival of the rim planets. He hated it because the merchants on the Skyplex were just as likely to shoot a man as to trade with him. Their might have been honor among thieves, but there was none among merchants. “Serenity, we have you on approach vector,” the Skyplex controller said. “Securing nav link for automated docking.” “Understood,” Mal said into the mic. He turned to River, who sat piloting with her hands but watching the empty moon above them with her eyes. “Mei mei, you here?” She turned her doleful eyes on him. “Where is here?” “Are you going to dock my boat, or ram it through the gorram station?” he asked, a little sharply. With a shrug, she flipped on the nav link and allowed the skyplex controller to take the ship in. The two settled in and watched as the space station grew larger. “You really have a liking for this new feller,” Mal said. “Don’t know his name. Don’t know where he’s from or what he’s about. And you go off talkin’ about babies.” “He’ll remember who he is when he needs to,” she said. She stiffened a little. “Someone’s waiting for us in there.” Mal sat up and stared through the ports as if he could somehow see through the thick surface of the station as River seemingly could. “Friend or foe?” She turned and smiled at him. “Yes.” Then she hopped up and skipped down the steps. “Shu ma nyaow,” the captain muttered under his breath. He grabbed the mic and announced to the rest of the ship that docking was eminent. Although the Skyplex did provide complete atmospheric docking bays, Mal couldn’t afford those fees. The docking arm that stretched out and hooked up with their fore airlock hatch was sufficient. The entire crew was gathered at the dock, eager to get off the ship. There was, however, the question of what to do with Long John. After the week-long trip from Three Hills, they still knew nothing of John save that he woke early, slept little, and ate a lot. He did whatever chores he was asked to do, and then just sat around watching everyone else with those dark eyes. He made Mal distinctly uncomfortable. John stood with the others now simply for lack of anywhere else to be. As had been the case all week, River stood by his side and watched everyone as if they were all going to turn at a moment’s notice and attack. For his part, Mal found a couple of reasons not to want River to be Long John’s chaperone: one, her stated and obvious desire to make babies with the man; and two, she was just as crazy and lost as he probably was. Together they would either get themselves and the rest of the crew killed, or themselves kill the whole station by accident. As if reading his mind, Book stepped forward. “Mal, how ‘bout I stay with River and our new guest? As long as they don’t move too fast I should be fine.” Mal didn’t bother hiding his relief. “Much obliged, Shepherd. That’ll be mighty fine. Kaylee, my boat all tied up?” “Shiny, Cap’n,” Kaylee said brightly. She grabbed Simon’s arm. “Gonna buy me strawberries?” “What do I get if I do?” he asked. “Any thing you…” “Would you two stop that?” Jayne shouted. “Making ‘dem gorram googly-eyes makes my stomach hurt.” He stomped past the doctor and mechanic just as the airlock opened. The Operative stood just outside in the docking arm, his sword strapped across his back. “Ching-wah tsao duh liou mahng,” Mal shouted as he pulled his pistol. Zoe had her carbine up in a split second, and Jayne had two pistols trained on the Operative almost as fast. “Captain,” the Operative said calmly, his hands behind his back still. “It is good to see you well.” “Can’t say the same,” Mal said darkly. “I thought we had an agreement.” “Indeed we did, I let you go. And I have not pursued you since.” “Nah, I meant the part where I see you again, I kill you.” The Operative held his hands out to either side. “Shoot if you must. I didn’t come to you as an Operative of Parliament. I have resigned from service. My name is Samhael Afolabi, and I am here to ask for your help. And possibly to help you as well.” “You’ll understand if I think you’re lying out your pee-goo,” Mal said. “He’s not,” River chimed. She stepped past them all until she stood before the former Operative. “You’ve seen things you weren’t supposed to see,” she said to him. “So have you, my extraordinary little River,” Samhael said. He looked up at the man at the rear, towering over the others. “And perhaps even more.” To Mal he said: “There is a restaurant on the promenade where we can speak in peace, Captain. I offer you and your crew a free meal in return for an hour of your time. After that, should you choose it, I will leave and bother you no more.” There was no question of turning down food. Even if Mal had said no, he would have faced a full mutiny. When they arrived the restaurant proved to be the closest thing to classy the Skyplex had. It had plexiwood tables that looked real enough, and softly padded benches in dimly lit corners. The conversations were muted not just by gentility, but by white noise emitter cones around each table in case gentility was not enough. It was the perfect place for criminals and shady dealing in general. “I like it,” Jayne said. The whole group of them were led by a waiter to a separate room just able to fit twelve people. Even Wash was able to join them, although Zoe had to push him in a wheelchair. “Oh boy,” Wash said as she moved a chair and positioned him at the table. “I’m going to have a steak and wine and potatoes and green beans and…” “You’re going to have soup, a roll and water,” Zoe said. “…and soup, and a roll, and water. Oh boy!” Wash finished without missing a beat. The menu was a real menu, with real food items listed that those on the ship had not eaten in months to years. While something as simple as stir-fried chicken and rice sounded modest, a million miles from the nearest chicken such a menu item became much more precious. They ordered quickly. Kaylee, of course, ordered a bowl of strawberries and cream in addition to her hamburger. Only when the waiter left did Mal reached down to his holster, remove his weapon, and place it on the table. “Now, the minutes are ticking by. Why don’t we start talkin’ bout why I shouldn’t just kill you now?” “He ain’t paid for the grub yet, is why,” Jayne pointed out. “There is that,” Samhael agreed with a smile. “Captain, when you found out about Miranda, what was your first impulse?” “To kill all the bastards done that to them folks,” Mal said. “Then, ‘cause I didn’t have that many bullets, I reckoned it was just as good to tell folks what the Alliance was about.” Samhael leaned forward. “What if I told you, Captain, that Miranda was just the tip of the iceberg. That there were things happening in the Alliance so terrifying that society as we know it would collapse if the people were to find out?” “I’d wanna know what you’re smokin’,” Jayne said. “And where to buy some.” Afolabi ignored the mercenary. “Captain, did you know that since the human race colonized this system, we have officially not launched a single deep space probe? Nothing has left the solar system in hundreds of years.” “Who cares?” Jayne said. “Ain’t nothin’ out there to look at no-how. Just a bunch of black and Reavers.” Simon, however, was interested. “You mean not a single probe or exploration craft?” “Officially, no. Every official record shows there has never been a government or privately sponsored probe. There are corporations that could launch probes as surely as the Alliance could. Blue Sun has an entire fleet of ships, but not even the private sector has attempted to send out a probe.” “We’re grateful for the food and all,” Mal said, “but I’d be obliged if you’d just make your point.” Samhael leaned forward. “The records were altered. All of them. Hundreds of launches and research studies were erased from history. In some cases, so were the researchers. Forces within and without the Alliance tried to hide the fact that it has been reaching out for centuries to explore the rest of the galaxy.” “Why is that?” Simon demanded. “They found something,” River said softly. From the interior of the restaurant, a waiter tripped and sent a tray of glasses crashing to the floor. Jayne almost jumped out of his seat. “Could Spooky there not do any talking?” Jayne said, pointing at River. “Gorram moon-brain even makes dinner scary.” “It’s scarier than you know,” Samhael continued. He locked Jayne in a long, nearly painful stare. “Because she’s right. They did find something. Or more accurately, something found us.” Book placed his elbows on the table and studied the former operative. “Tell me, Mr. Operative, how do you know this?” “Afolabi, please,” the former Operative said. “I was contacted by a source placed highly within the Alliance. He is slowly swaying members of Parliament to his view, but they have encountered difficulty. With his help I broke into restricted wave bands,” he said. “So put this all down in dummy captain talk,” Mal said. “What’s going on?” “Aliens.” “Fei hua!” Mal said. “Ain’t no such things out in the black. Just us.” “I didn’t say they were out in the black,” Samhael said. “They are here in the System. Everywhere. Two by two they come, in teams. They are luring, or in some cases, abducting children from all the Core Worlds. Like River, there. Maybe even like your large silent friend beside her. The Alliance not only knows, but key members of Parliament have even been actively cooperating with them for many years. What I learned, Captain…” he stopped speaking for a moment, lost in his thoughts. He continued in softer tone of voice. “I learned that Blue Sun is more than just a corporation. They were the driving force behind Miranda, but I don’t believe they were trying to pacify the population. I almost wonder if they weren’t actually trying to create Reavers intentionally. Or something else.” His eyes fell to River. Mal pushed himself to his feet abruptly. “I ain’t got time for this,” he muttered. “Aww, Captain!” Kaylee said. “I ain’t got my strawberries yet!” “I can prove every word, Captain,” Samhael said urgently as he too stood. “All the proof—all the answers—are in one place. On Osiris.” “Where we were supposed to make our drop,” Zoe noted quietly. Mal looked from her back to Afolabi. “Why Osiris? Why not Londinum or Sihnon?” Across the table, River and Simon were sharing a long gaze. Finally, the doctor spoke. “That’s where the Academy is, Captain. Where they took River.” “And made her into something no one in our society has ever seen before,” Samhael said. “How do you think they did that, Doctor Tam?” “You’re telling me I could find out at the Academy?” Simon said. “That is exactly what I’m telling you.” Simon nodded, reached across Kaylee and took River’s hand. Beside her, John watched in silence. Mal saw the look on Simon’s face. “Oh no,” he muttered. “Ain’t no way. Last time you hired us for a job dang-near got us all killed.” “I still have a sizable sum of money on Osiris,” Simon said. “When do we go?” Jayne said, looking from the doctor to the captain. “Not before I get my strawberries!” Kaylee announced. The waiter was just bringing the first tray of food when several things happened at once. First, River screamed and fell from her chair to the floor beside John. Second, the whole station rocked so violently the tray and the waiter went crashing into Jayne’s face and chest. With an angry grunt Jayne pushed the waiter to the floor and then wiped strawberries and cream from his eyes. Third, and perhaps the most disturbing, Kaylee cried “Wait!” to Jayne. Ignoring River’s frantic cries and the station-quake around them, she ran to Jayne, took a finger and wiped a swatch of strawberries and cream from the mercenary’s cheek and sucked it longingly from her finger. “Kaylee!” Simon said, aghast. “I can put it in other places too!” Jayne said with an eager grin. “That hurts my brain,” Wash said. “Reavers!” River finally yelled. “Figures,” Mal muttered. He picked his gun up and looked hard at Afolabi. “I swear, if this is a trap, you and me are gonna finish what we started on Mr. Universe.” “I understand,” Afolabi said. He did not sound particularly frightened at the prospect. Simon had rushed to River’s side, but by then she was already sitting up. Outside of the restaurant, they could hear screams made distant and muted by the white noise cones. “I reckon we best be on our way,” Mal said. “We have company, sir,” Zoe noted. She pointed at the entrance as the whole restaurant exploded into chaos. A band of five Reavers came rushing in, howling like animals. All five were horribly disfigured through self-mutilation and wore a motley assortment of rags and human skins taken from their last victims. Several of the patrons of the restaurant were armed and attempted to defend themselves while others screamed and ran. The defenders fell as the Reavers tackled them with animalistic brutality. No, Mal realized, they were worse than animals. Animals hunted for survival. The Reavers hunted and killed for the pleasure of causing others pain. Mal kept his revolver ready as Zoe pulled her carbine and Jayne pulled two very large handguns. “Stay behind us,” he said. “If this is just one ship, we’re gonna make it. If it’s a whole gorram army, well, it’ll be an interesting walk.” The captain started forward with Zoe and Jayne flanking him while the others followed. The Reavers in the restaurant looked up from their latest kills. The first growled and rushed forward, only to catch one of Mal’s bullet’s squarely between the eyes. The other four also rushed forward. Mal shot a second, Jayne killed two in quick order, and Zoe managed to shoot one through the neck only to have the shot catch the last one in the face. It staggered back, and Jayne finished it off. “Thank you, Jayne,” Zoe said curtly. “Yes, ma’am,” he said with a big grin. Mal knew the mercenary was in his element—few were as good at killing those needed killing as Jayne Cobb. When they left the restaurant they found that the main market of the Skyplex a battleground. Merchants and mercenaries alike engaged in a pitched battle with the invading Reavers. What was most disturbing, though, was that the Reavers were fighting back. “Are they using guns?” Zoe asked, clearly stunned. “Reavers don’t favor guns all that much. They like to catch their victims alive.” “That just ain’t right,” Jayne said. “What about Reavers are right?” Mal asked. “Let’s just be on our way.” He led them along the wall away from the battle. The Reavers all seemed to be coming from the starboard side and Serenity just happened to be docked portside. A few Reavers broke through the hastily assembled barricades and rushed a group of defenders. The individual Reavers seemed to ignore anything short of a head-shot; they ran on so much adrenaline they did not feel the pain even from otherwise fatal shots. The stricken defenders in each case screamed before their fellows put them out of their misery and finished off the attacker too. Suddenly all firing stopped. With the cessation of gunfire they could hear the station alarm ringing. Mal stopped in his tracks and looked back. The Reavers were still there, standing oddly silent. In their midst was the largest Reaver Mal had ever seen. The creature stood a full head taller than anyone around and was clad in a strange collection of black leather. Its face was as horribly mutated as the rest, but it stood straight and proud and at that very moment was pointing across the market way at…Mal. No, Mal realized. It was pointing at John. And it was speaking. A harsh, guttural, spitting language unlike anything Mal had heard before. As it spoke, the other Reavers screamed their approval, and with a suddenness that caught the station defenders off guard, the whole Reaver force surged forward through the barricades. The mercenaries and merchants opened fire, but the Reavers ignored them. They were coming straight at Mal and the rest of the Serenity crew. “Sir,” Zoe said. “Yup.” Mal looked back at the rest of them and said, “Run!” Thanks for reading! -----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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Laine_Snowtrekker Registered: Jul '03	Date Posted: 12/29/07 10:01pm Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Updated 12/29/2007
	Good post. And intriguing. River wants to make Jedi babies?? Thanks for the PM. -----signature----- Stealth and subtlety work well, but for making lasting impressions, a blaster does just fine. -Han Room full of gold and jewels, and Dr. Daniel Jackson finds the one book. -Cam Palso's #1 Fan JO: RS1, Admiral, SC Fanfics are linked to in my bio
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emerald54 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 12/29/07 10:32pm Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Updated 12/29/2007
	They were coming straight at Mal and the rest of the Serenity crew. “Sir,” Zoe said. That's just a Zoe line, not needing a lot of words, but getting the point across in an instant. Interesting how the Alliance has been giving kids to what, Sidious? the Empire? The Republic? And the Rever that was strange, he couldn't be Vader, because he can't live without the mask, but another Sith? Damn, I'm doing the question thing again. Great post! -----signature----- “Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.” - John Steinbeck
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Golden_Jedi Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 12/30/07 5:49am Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Updated 12/29/2007
	The room fell quiet again. Simon started to talk, but River forestalled him by raising her hand. Finally, the man’s eyes made their way back to her, and the two sat staring at each other so intensely even Inara’s cheeks colored. “Should we leave the room?” she finally asked, half in jest. River turned and grinned suddenly. Her whole face came alight as it sometimes did, making her startlingly beautiful. “Yes, please. I’m going to have his baby.” Mal choked on spit and turned away from everyone, coughing violently. I choked on my coffee too! I love the way you tell this story, I can see the scenes in my mind, you know? -----signature----- New Bespin Café - come visit THE place for H/L fans http://boards.theforce.net/fan_fiction_resource/b10304/29538471 Diving (a H/L intertrilogy AU) http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/27836852
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