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snowspeeder_gunner Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 2/16/08 3:36pm Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Updated 2/15/2008
	Awesome! This is fitting together so nicely, and the parts about Aayla are really really good. Can't wait to see how Mal and the rest view the Force. Keep up the great work! -----signature----- haha! it's like the stars are my icon!
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dianethx Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 2/17/08 8:30am Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Updated 2/15/2008
	Loved it. I think you've put the two universes together wonderfully well. Quin's return was first rate. He stepped forward and every soldier there brought their weapons to bear on him. “YOU WANT TO KNOW WHO I AM?” he shouted. Then just as quickly his voice dropped to a whisper of death. “I am Jedi Master Quinlan Vos, and I bring you justice!” With a roar and a stomp of his foot, Vos’s hands exploded in a torrent of blue lightning that flashed through the woman and every person still standing. The woman’s screams and the screams of the soldiers behind her rang through the passage, reverberating back into a cacophony of death. The silence that followed was just deafening. Mal picked himself up and looked over his shoulder at thirty dead soldiers and one dead receptionist. Their bodies still steamed. Then he looked at the man standing in the middle of the hall, his face warped by rage, his eyes flickering with an odd, semi-orange light. Suddenly River swung around to face him. She placed her hands on his, ignoring the danger of the lightning that lived there. She looked up at him with an expression of such openness, such trust, it even made Mal wince. “Now you know who you are,” she whispered loud enough for all to heear. “Don’t forget again.” Now that's Quinlin Vos! This is just so beautifully done that I don't have words. Gorgeous! -----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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VaderLVR64 Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 2/19/08 7:16am Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Updated 2/15/2008
	River as a Jedi? That would be AMAZING! Loved this bit: Suddenly River swung around to face him. She placed her hands on his, ignoring the danger of the lightning that lived there. She looked up at him with an expression of such openness, such trust, it even made Mal wince. “Now you know who you are,” she whispered loud enough for all to hear. “Don’t forget again.” And get Palpy away from River! Another superb update. -----signature----- R.I.P John, Alex, Jason, and Christian Never forgotten Soldiers' Angels http://soldiersangels.org/ 2114 soldiers waiting for someone to care
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Thumper09 Registered: Dec '01	Date Posted: 2/22/08 6:38am Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Updated 2/15/2008
	Great update! Quinlan sure gave the Alliance personnel some payback. I really liked the reactions of the Serenity crew to seeing Quinlan's powers. Those poor guys, first seeing evidence of aliens, and now having to deal with superpowers. He reached in and removed a cylinder perhaps ten inches long. He tossed it to River. My first thought after reading this part was, 'River + lightsaber = unstoppable!' The transmission at the end was also very creepy, especially Sidious's words to River and her reaction to it all. I'm glad the group is safe, and I'm looking forward to seeing what Quinlan and the Serenity crew do next. Keep up the great 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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Darth_Marrs Registered: Feb '06	Date Posted: 2/25/08 6:32am Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Updated 2/15/2008
	Kevin_Solo—Mysteries within mysteries. At least, I hope so. If not, at least I tried. And according to the comic books Quin has been skirting the Dark Side for a while. He actually posed as a Dark Jedi to infiltrate Dooku’s organization and almost fell. Independence1776—Mal’s definitely going to have some adjustments to make. And I really wanted to the Emperor to come off as a shadowy threat overhanging everything. Seems to have worked. Laine_Snowtrekker—Definitely not good. Thanks for reading! LadyLunas—The first attempt had some good lines, it was Lorana Jinzler that ruined it for me. I realized about 100 pages in that the story really had nothing to do with her, so this way the plot worked much better. Golden-Jedi—That was a live holonet image of Palpidious in all his creepy glory. Thanks! Amidolee—Quinlan and the Force are going to have a profound effect on River, as will the threat of the Dark Side. The_Face—I should be modest and say the merging of the ‘verses is nothing, but I’d be lying. I was working on the first versions of this before I even finished my Legacy of the Red Sun trilogy. I tried every different approach I could think of and more until I finally came upon the infiltration of the Alliance through Blue Sun. I’m very happy to hear that it’s working for you. Snowspeeder_gunner—Thank you very much. In the comics, Quinlan and Ayala were as close as possible without becoming romantic. He genuinely loved her, and seeing her like that was a tragic blow for him. Dianethx—Thank you. I appreciate you reading! VaderLVR64—Just you watch. It’s going to hopefully be surprise. Thumper09—There’s an ancient and well known idiom in the GFFA—Don’t mess with Quinlan Vos. And Sidious does indeed want River. In a way, he created her. Story Update: I’m very pleased to say that I made some excellent progress last week on this story. It’s going to end up being just under 60,000 words, so it won’t be my largest work every, but it will remain a cohesive story. Perhaps not a happy-feel good story depending on how I take on the last few chapters, but a cohesive one. I hope everyone continues to enjoy! Chapter Nine: Escape from Osiris “Honey?” “Yes, Dear?” “Are we expecting company?” “Such as?” Wash leaned forward to peer out of Serenity’s windows. “Hmm, a whole lot of men with big guns and armor? Did we forget to put money in the parking meter or something?” Zoe instantly jumped out of the captain’s seat where she and Wash had simply been enjoying each other’s company. It was something she liked to do as much as possible since the events at Mr. Universe. “We’ve got company!” Zoe called into the ship’s com. From the galley, Book stepped out. “What kind of company?” “The kind with guns,” Zoe said. Inara followed a step behind, and behind her Zoe could see Kaylee. “What do you want us to do?” Book asked. “Nothing,” Zoe said. “The captain ain’t here, no point in trying to pick a fight we can’t win.” She spun around the corner of the stairs and left the three standing by the galley as she flew down the stairs, two at a time. She made it to the cargo door just as the first boom echoed through the ship. “Alliance Security, open in the name of the law!” a loud voice called. With a glance over her shoulder at the otherwise empty ship and the three people in the galley who were steadily making their way down the stairs, Zoe hit the release and stepped back as a horde of soldiers spilled in. The man in the lead wore an officer’s uniform and carried a pistol. “Release your main doors, now!” he ordered. Zoe did as she was told. As the door folded down, she caught sight of the full force arrayed against them. Wash was not exaggerating. There were a whole lot of men out there—fifty at the very least. “Can I help you gentlemen?” she asked. For an answer, she found herself facing the muzzle of a gun. “Zoe Washburn, you and the other passengers of this vessel are bound by law,” the gun wielder, an officer, said. Around them, soldiers rushed up the ramp toward Book, Inara and Kaylee. Another squad began searching the ship. “What is this about?” Zoe demanded. Rough hands grabbed her wrists and lifted her carbine from the holster on her thigh. She knew better than to even try to resist. “Your false transponder is a good start,” the officer said. He watched as the rest of the crew were brought down. “Where are the others? Malcolm Reynolds, Jayne Cobb, and Simon and River Tam?” “They went out shopping,” Zoe said. The officer backhanded her just as a pair of soldiers escorted Wash down the stairs. “Hey!” he shouted. “That’s my wife you just hit!!” “Honey,” Zoe said, forcing calm as she wiped a drop of blood on the back of her hand, “shut up.” “But he hit you!” Wash said as the soldiers continued dragging him down. “The Rule of the Gun,” Zoe said without taking her eyes off the Alliance soldier. “Those with the most guns make the rules.” “One more time,” the officer said. “Where are the others?” “You mean me?” The officer turned. Zoe sighed and shook her head. Fifty soldiers turned and pointed fifty assault rifles. Malcolm Reynolds stood alone at the lip of the loading ramp. He had changed out of his Alliance uniform and now wore his familiar pants and shirt with the glaring brown overcoat that shouted Independence to every Alliance soldier there. The officer stepped between his men, confident in his numbers. “Captain Malcolm Reynolds, you are bound by law.” Reynolds made a show of looking at the squad in his ship. “Nice looking bunch of uniforms there. Be a shame to get ‘em all dirty ‘n such. How ‘bout you and your friends get off my boat, and maybe I’ll let you walk away without scuffing you up any.” The officer blinked. “Captain Reynolds, I have fifty weapons pointed at your head. Are you really threatening me?” “Me? Nah,” Mal said. “But my friend behind you is feeling a might peckish.” The officer shook his head. “You are certainly the epitome of the resistance movement, Captain Reynolds. Bravado and stupidity in equally astounding parts.” He started to say more, but stopped when he heard a strange snap-hiss behind him. He turned and behind his soldiers he saw a large man with a mane of dark hair and an odd, yellow-white stripe tattooed from one cheek to another across the bridge of his nose. In both hands he held what looked to the nonplussed captained like swords made lasers, one blue, and one green. “What is the meaning of this….” The officer turned around. Where before there was just Reynolds now stood three more men and a young woman, all sprouting Alliance assault rifles. Mal grinned and fired. As the soldiers turned to fire back, the man with the glowing swords exploded into motion. The officer heard his men screaming just as a round struck him in the middle of his chest. He felt a violent shock, followed by cold and then black. “Hot dang!” Jayne called when the last soldier fell. “Gotta be some kinda gorram record, killing us a hundred men just by our lonesome.” “There were fifty,” Quinlan Vos said. “And this was not a battle. It was slaughter.” He raised his hand, and the bodies of their own accord slid down the ramp into the suddenly deserted street. “That’s new!” Wash said. “Long John does that hand-push-thingy.” He blinked and turned to Zoe. “How did he do that?” “His name is Quinlan Vos,” Afolabi said. “And if you want to survive the day I recommend we launch immediately.’ “We now, is it?” Reynolds asked. “My fate is yours,” the former Operative said. “Those are my prints in the records room. Even with the self destruct, there would have been a live security feed to the nearest Blue Sun security outpost. I am as wanted now as anyone in this room.” “Wash,” Mal called. “On it,” the pilot said, as he rather slowly climbed back up the stairs. He clutched the rail as he climbed. “Does this ship have any weapons?” Vos asked. “This is a transport ship,” Mal said. “We’re not allowed to have weapons.” The Jedi raised a brow at the absurdity of that statement, but said nothing. By the time they reached the flight deck, Wash was already working the controls. “They’ve put a grounding order on us,” Wash said. “Can we break from the tethers?” Mal said. “I cut them before you left,” Zoe said from behind her husband. “Just in case.” “She’s a woman after my own heart,” Wash said to any who cared. “Lifting off…now.” “What about planetary defenses?” Vos asked. “Weapons platforms?” Everyone in the cockpit turned and stared at him. “Why would a Core World have a weapons platform?” Wash asked. “War’s over.” “And you have no other enemies?” The Jedi asked. “Just the Reavers, but they never even get close to this far in,” Zoe said. “Still, might be a cruiser about,” Mal pointed out. He took his seat across the way from Wash.” “Or…Alliance patrol cars,” Wash said. Through the viewports they could see a V-formation of flying cars heading toward them. “Are those craft heavily armed enough to damage this ship?” Vos asked. The lead car started blinking from the center of the airframe, and a moment later the whole cargo ship shuddered under the impact of the slugs. “Answers that,” Wash muttered. He grabbed the ship’s intercom handle. “Kaylee, you back in the engine room yet?” “Yeah,” came the reply. “You remember Whitefall?” “’Least this time I ain’t shot!” Kaylee said. “That’s gonna make a lot of people down there very unhappy,” Zoe noted. Mal looked out the window at all the pretty, shining towers of the city, stretching up and out like a forest of index fingers flipping them all off. “I can live with that,” he said. “Do it.” “Kaylee, on the count of three,” Wash said. “Might want to grab hold of something,” Zoe said to everyone present. Wash counted down, and then quickly jerked at the controls. Outside the windows, the cityscape spun wildly as the ship flipped around. There was a surge of power that made the whole ship groan, and into the blue of the sky they shot forward like a rocket. Although they could not see behind them, if they had they would see the blow-back from the gravity drive create a thermal imbalance similar in appearance to a very large bomb that shattered the windows of every tower in a two kilometer radius and sent the formation of armed flying cars crashing into an insurance tower. “Good thing we got that money of yours,” the captain said over his shoulder to Simon. “Cause its lookin’ like we may never work again after that stunt.” “Was it worth it, Sir?” Zoe asked. Mal leaned back and thought for a moment, then grinned. “You know, I believe it was.” -----signature----- "Spock!" "Yes Captain!" "Be one with the horse." "Yes, Captain." Gods of Dark and Light; Heaven Falls Legacy of the Red Sun; Children of the Red Sun Blue Sun Down; The Boy Who Fell
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Independence1776 Registered: Feb '06	Date Posted: 2/25/08 10:54am Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Updated 2/25/2008
	"Honey?” “Yes, Dear?” “Are we expecting company?” “Such as?” Wash leaned forward to peer out of Serenity’s windows. “Hmm, a whole lot of men with big guns and armor? Did we forget to put money in the parking meter or something?” Classic Wash. I love it! For an answer, she found herself facing the muzzle of a gun. “Zoe Washburn, you and the other passengers of this vessel are bound by law,” the gun wielder, an officer, said. Around them, soldiers rushed up the ramp toward Book, Inara and Kaylee. Another squad began searching the ship. Oh, this is not good. “Your false transponder is a good start,” the officer said. snorts Really? I would have never guessed.... “The Rule of the Gun,” Zoe said without taking her eyes off the Alliance soldier. “Those with the most guns make the rules.” Usually. Unless a Jedi gets involved somewhere. “One more time,” the officer said. “Where are the others?” “You mean me?” Reynolds made a show of looking at the squad in his ship. “Nice looking bunch of uniforms there. Be a shame to get ‘em all dirty ‘n such. How ‘bout you and your friends get off my boat, and maybe I’ll let you walk away without scuffing you up any.” He knows he has the upper hand, even if the other side doesn't. And he's enjoying it immensely. The officer blinked. “Captain Reynolds, I have fifty weapons pointed at your head. Are you really threatening me?” “Me? Nah,” Mal said. “But my friend behind you is feeling a might peckish.” Yup- I was right. He turned and behind his soldiers he saw a large man with a mane of dark hair and an odd, yellow-white stripe tattooed from one cheek to another across the bridge of his nose. In both hands he held what looked to the nonplussed captained like swords made lasers, one blue, and one green. “Hot dang!” Jayne called when the last soldier fell. “Gotta be some kinda gorram record, killing us a hundred men just by our lonesome.” Jayne... “There were fifty,” Quinlan Vos said. “And this was not a battle. It was slaughter.” And that's the Jedi morality there. Maybe Jayne'll learn something? “His name is Quinlan Vos,” Afolabi said. “And if you want to survive the day I recommend we launch immediately." Really? Funny. I thought they could just sit around and resist arrest all day. “This is a transport ship,” Mal said. “We’re not allowed to have weapons.” The Jedi raised a brow at the absurdity of that statement, but said nothing. Welcome to the Alliance, Vos. “What about planetary defenses?” Vos asked. “Weapons platforms?” Everyone in the cockpit turned and stared at him. “Why would a Core World have a weapons platform?” Wash asked. “War’s over.” Yup. Disconnect of massive proportions. This won't be the last one, either, will it? “You remember Whitefall?” “’Least this time I ain’t shot!” Kaylee said. “That’s gonna make a lot of people down there very unhappy,” Zoe noted. snorts Mal looked out the window at all the pretty, shining towers of the city, stretching up and out like a forest of index fingers flipping them all off. “I can live with that,” he said. “Do it.” Nice imagery! Only Mal... “Good thing we got that money of yours,” the captain said over his shoulder to Simon. “Cause its lookin’ like we may never work again after that stunt.” Yeah... “Was it worth it, Sir?” Zoe asked. Mal leaned back and thought for a moment, then grinned. “You know, I believe it was.” I don't believe- I know. Wonderful update. I love how you manage the humor of the crew- it's perfect. And Vos has a lot to learn about this sector of space. With Palpatine being the power behind things, they aren't going to have much of a chance to catch their breath. And I have the feeling they're going to need it. -----signature----- "Independence forever." John Adams Padawan to Luna_Nightshade Fics in bio Mostly lurking at the moment
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Laine_Snowtrekker Registered: Jul '03	Date Posted: 2/25/08 3:39pm Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Updated 2/25/2008
	Nice post! I like the way that you're weaving these two 'verses together. -----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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LadyLunas Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 2/25/08 8:29pm Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Updated 2/25/2008
	The officer shook his head. “You are certainly the epitome of the resistance movement, Captain Reynolds. Bravado and stupidity in equally astounding parts.” Ah, but what decent rebellion isn't? Especially when they wind up on the losing side . . . . the victors write the history (and the propaganda). “Good thing we got that money of yours,” the captain said over his shoulder to Simon. “Cause its lookin’ like we may never work again after that stunt.” “Was it worth it, Sir?” Zoe asked. Mal leaned back and thought for a moment, then grinned. “You know, I believe it was." Good ol' Mal, willing to annoy the Alliance every time he can. And if it's worth something to do it, like Miranda and this was, all the more reason to do so. Belief is a powerful motivator. This is such a great story so far - I look forward to reading more of it. -----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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dianethx Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 2/26/08 4:02pm Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Updated 2/25/2008
	You have really captured the characters so beautifully. I loved Mal most I think. His bravado, his way of saying things and threatening without the actual threat. Loved Wash and Zoe's banter at the beginning of the post. Very funny. I think this story is wonderfully done! Bravo. -----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: 2/27/08 2:55am Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Updated 2/25/2008
	I can't wait to read what happens next! Excellent chapter, as usual. -----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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VaderLVR64 Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 2/27/08 6:52am Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Updated 2/25/2008
	Lovely melding of two universes! Reynolds made a show of looking at the squad in his ship. “Nice looking bunch of uniforms there. Be a shame to get ‘em all dirty ‘n such. How ‘bout you and your friends get off my boat, and maybe I’ll let you walk away without scuffing you up any.” The officer blinked. “Captain Reynolds, I have fifty weapons pointed at your head. Are you really threatening me?” “Me? Nah,” Mal said. “But my friend behind you is feeling a might peckish.” Perfection! -----signature----- R.I.P John, Alex, Jason, and Christian Never forgotten Soldiers' Angels http://soldiersangels.org/ 2114 soldiers waiting for someone to care
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Kevin_Solo Registered: Jun '07	Date Posted: 2/27/08 9:23am Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Updated 2/25/2008
	A nice update! The Zoe/Wash interaction is well done here: “Honey?” “Yes, Dear?” “Are we expecting company?” “Such as?” Wash leaned forward to peer out of Serenity’s windows. “Hmm, a whole lot of men with big guns and armor? Did we forget to put money in the parking meter or something?” Zoe instantly jumped out of the captain’s seat where she and Wash had simply been enjoying each other’s company. It was something she liked to do as much as possible since the events at Mr. Universe. Nice! Zoe did the sensible thing: “Nothing,” Zoe said. “The captain ain’t here, no point in trying to pick a fight we can’t win.” She spun around the corner of the stairs and left the three standing by the galley as she flew down the stairs, two at a time. She made it to the cargo door just as the first boom echoed through the ship. “Alliance Security, open in the name of the law!” a loud voice called. With a glance over her shoulder at the otherwise empty ship and the three people in the galley who were steadily making their way down the stairs, Zoe hit the release and stepped back as a horde of soldiers spilled in. The man in the lead wore an officer’s uniform and carried a pistol. “Release your main doors, now!” he ordered. Zoe did as she was told. As the door folded down, she caught sight of the full force arrayed against them. Wash was not exaggerating. There were a whole lot of men out there—fifty at the very least. “Can I help you gentlemen?” she asked. Another nice exchange between her and her husband: The officer backhanded her just as a pair of soldiers escorted Wash down the stairs. “Hey!” he shouted. “That’s my wife you just hit!!” “Honey,” Zoe said, forcing calm as she wiped a drop of blood on the back of her hand, “shut up.” “But he hit you!” Wash said as the soldiers continued dragging him down. “The Rule of the Gun,” Zoe said without taking her eyes off the Alliance soldier. “Those with the most guns make the rules.” True enough. Then Mal and the others return; and we await what we know will be quite a fight: “One more time,” the officer said. “Where are the others?” “You mean me?” The officer turned. Zoe sighed and shook her head. Fifty soldiers turned and pointed fifty assault rifles. Malcolm Reynolds stood alone at the lip of the loading ramp. He had changed out of his Alliance uniform and now wore his familiar pants and shirt with the glaring brown overcoat that shouted Independence to every Alliance soldier there. The officer stepped between his men, confident in his numbers. “Captain Malcolm Reynolds, you are bound by law.” Reynolds made a show of looking at the squad in his ship. “Nice looking bunch of uniforms there. Be a shame to get ‘em all dirty ‘n such. How ‘bout you and your friends get off my boat, and maybe I’ll let you walk away without scuffing you up any.” The officer blinked. “Captain Reynolds, I have fifty weapons pointed at your head. Are you really threatening me?” “Me? Nah,” Mal said. “But my friend behind you is feeling a might peckish.” The officer shook his head. “You are certainly the epitome of the resistance movement, Captain Reynolds. Bravado and stupidity in equally astounding parts.” He started to say more, but stopped when he heard a strange snap-hiss behind him. He turned and behind his soldiers he saw a large man with a mane of dark hair and an odd, yellow-white stripe tattooed from one cheek to another across the bridge of his nose. In both hands he held what looked to the nonplussed captained like swords made lasers, one blue, and one green. “What is the meaning of this….” The officer turned around. Where before there was just Reynolds now stood three more men and a young woman, all sprouting Alliance assault rifles. Mal grinned and fired. As the soldiers turned to fire back, the man with the glowing swords exploded into motion. The officer heard his men screaming just as a round struck him in the middle of his chest. He felt a violent shock, followed by cold and then black. “Hot dang!” Jayne called when the last soldier fell. “Gotta be some kinda gorram record, killing us a hundred men just by our lonesome.” “There were fifty,” Quinlan Vos said. “And this was not a battle. It was slaughter.” He raised his hand, and the bodies of their own accord slid down the ramp into the suddenly deserted street. That was quick! I loved this bit: “That’s new!” Wash said. “Long John does that hand-push-thingy.” He blinked and turned to Zoe. “How did he do that?” “His name is Quinlan Vos,” Afolabi said. “And if you want to survive the day I recommend we launch immediately.’ You realise, Darth_Marrs, that the phrase 'hand-push-thingy' will now pop into my head whenever I see or read of that Jedi power being used! Another good bit here, dealing with differences between the universes: “Does this ship have any weapons?” Vos asked. “This is a transport ship,” Mal said. “We’re not allowed to have weapons.” The Jedi raised a brow at the absurdity of that statement, but said nothing. Insert your Han Solo joke here! The differences again come up here: “What about planetary defenses?” Vos asked. “Weapons platforms?” Everyone in the cockpit turned and stared at him. “Why would a Core World have a weapons platform?” Wash asked. “War’s over.” “And you have no other enemies?” The Jedi asked. “Just the Reavers, but they never even get close to this far in,” Zoe said. “Still, might be a cruiser about,” Mal pointed out. He took his seat across the way from Wash.” I liked the ending: Although they could not see behind them, if they had they would see the blow-back from the gravity drive create a thermal imbalance similar in appearance to a very large bomb that shattered the windows of every tower in a two kilometer radius and sent the formation of armed flying cars crashing into an insurance tower. “Good thing we got that money of yours,” the captain said over his shoulder to Simon. “Cause its lookin’ like we may never work again after that stunt.” “Was it worth it, Sir?” Zoe asked. Mal leaned back and thought for a moment, then grinned. “You know, I believe it was.” A nice blending of the two universes!
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The_Face Title: Ex-Manager Registered: Feb '03	Date Posted: 2/27/08 8:14pm Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Updated 2/25/2008
	“This is a transport ship,” Mal said. “We’re not allowed to have weapons.” The Jedi raised a brow at the absurdity of that statement, but said nothing. They run things a bit differently in the GFFA. Mal looked out the window at all the pretty, shining towers of the city, stretching up and out like a forest of index fingers flipping them all off. I gotta say; I don’t think I’ve ever seen a skyline described like that. Loved the uniqueness of it. Another excellent update, Marrs! Thanks for the PM. -----signature----- "Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." - E.L. Doctorow
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cggunnersmate Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 2/29/08 11:39am Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Updated 2/25/2008
	Another great update Darth! I know I'm probably going to say this during every reply but you really do justice to Firefly. Everyone is so in character and I can picture and here everything vividly. As always I laugh at just about anything Jayne or Wash say. Just a question though, is there any chance we might finally get to see some Mal/Inara romance in your fic? I know it may not have any bearing or necessity in your plot but this is the first fan fic with Firefly that I'm keeping up on (found another SW crossover on here somewhere but lost track of it) and I know a lot of FF fans would love to see it. Anyway, looking forward to more! -----signature----- "I got him! I got him!" Chris Griffin as Luke Skywalker "Great Kid! Don't get penisy!" Peter Griffin as Han Solo (Blue Harvest)
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Thumper09 Registered: Dec '01	Date Posted: 2/29/08 1:27pm Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Updated 2/25/2008
	Great update! “Those with the most guns make the rules.” ...Until someone with a lightsaber shows up, but I guess Zoe wasn't familiar with that part. I loved all of Wash's comments here. They were all so very Wash. Now Afolabi's in it all as deep as the rest of the crew is. Having him onboard for a longer time could make for some interesting interactions. “You remember Whitefall?” “’Least this time I ain’t shot!” Kaylee said. Heh, and it's probably a little bit easier for Kaylee to do herself instead of trying to explain it to Jayne and Book. It looks like Quinlan is going to need to adjust to the crew as much as they're going to need to adjust to him. And I imagine the Alliance isn't going to be too happy with all of them after their little stunts... Keep up the great 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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