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Darth_Marrs Registered: Feb '06	Date Posted: 6/29 6:21pm Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Summer Fanfic Nominee Updated 6/22/2008
	Lobo—Vos did return to Khaleen, but in the comics that is not the last we see of him. And the visions of the future don’t bode well. Golden_Jedi—Thank you very much, I really appreciate your support. TigerofRobare—Thank you. VaderLVR64—Believe it or not, I’ve tried very hard to follow what I know of the canon events in Vos’s life. That canon does not end with him and Khaleen. Dianethx—Anor is a monster. I didn’t realize I was adding him until toward the end of the chapter. I’m glad you’ve enjoyed it, and thank you for the encouraging words. Jedi_Aurelan_Carter—I’m glad to have you lurking. Thank you for reading. Laine_Snowtrekker—There is one more fairly long chapter. As for the Maw—I don’t think so. The Maw is a little more coreward. Thank you for reading! Thumper09—Yeah, I figured Mal and Car’das would get along well. But remember the story isn’t over quite yet. So although Vos’s reunion was bittersweet, who’s to say what the future will bring (well, beside’s me, obviously, since I wrote it. Thanks for the congrats! Independence1776—Yeah, Toprawa has a history. Which makes since with its newly transplanted humans. And thanks for the kind words! -----signature----- "Spock!" "Yes Captain!" "Be one with the horse." "Yes, Captain." Gods of Dark and Light Legacy of the Red Sun Heaven Falls: A Jedi On Earth Blue Sun Down
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Darth_Marrs Registered: Feb '06	Date Posted: 6/29 6:23pm Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A Star Wars/Firefly Crossover --Summer Fanfic Nominee Updated 6/22/2008
	Well, this is the end. Special thanks to those folks who nominated and then confirmed the nomination in the Summer 2008 fanfic awards for this story. Win or lose, I am honored that you thought enough of this story to nominate it. Thank you again for reading, for your great support and kind words, and for just being a great group of people. * * * Author’s Note: The meeting in this chapter between Vos and one of our favorite canon characters is from the Dark Horse comic Ghost. The events described in this last chapter are inspired partly by his appearance in that comic, and what I believe are the inevitable progression of events in the New Order. Chapter Twenty-Seven: Ghosts of the Future The young freighter captain moved through the junkyard on Socorro with alert, inquisitive eyes. He held a blaster in hand and made sure it pointed where his eyes went. Quinlan Vos watched the young man with mild amusement, until the swoop gang that had been hunting the old Jedi burst over the ridge. The young man ducked and rolled and would have been killed instantly if Vos did not Force-pull him to safely. The swoop gang spun about, looking for their quarry, but after failing to locate it, continued with their hunt. “Who were they?” the young man said when he spied Vos. “Bounty hunters,” Quinlan said. “They have been chasing me for weeks. They believe I am Jedi.” The young man snorted. “Must be high on spice,” he said. “All those crazy old wizards are long dead.” He looked around. “Hey, there’s supposed to be some type of treasure here. Known anything about it?” Before Vos could answer, a huge Whiphid bounty hunter jumped down from a pile of junk and struck the young man down. His blaster went sailing against a jagged, rusting piece of equipment and broke apart. Vos responded instinctively by Force-pushing the bounty hunter. The Whiphid groaned as his fell into the same equipment that broke the blaster. A jagged piece of metal ripped up through his chest. Other bounty hunters returned, and both Vos and the young treasure hunter scrambled for safety. The young man did not see the pit until he was almost in it. With a startled grasp, he started falling forward into a massive Sarlacc pit. He cried out when his fall came to an abrupt halt just over the pit. He looked down into the massive creature’s clasping beak, then back at Quinlan. The Jedi stood on the edge of the pit with his hand outstretched. Slowly, the young man drifted back to the edge. “How did you do that?” he demanded. “I’m just one of those crazy old wizards,” Vos said with a grim smile. Suddenly the bounty hunters were there. They formed a ring with blasters ready. Vos stared at the young man a moment, then smiled dangerously. With a solute, the Jedi master jumped directly into the Sarlacc pit. “No!!” one of the bounty hunters roared. “Now we’ll never get that bounty!” “We still can,” another said. He pointed at the young man still standing with a stunned expression on the edge of the pit. “Shoot him. We’ll pass his body off as the Jedi.” A ring of blasters directed their aim. Before they could fire, though, a humming sound seared the air. A moment later Quinlan Vos flew out of the Sarlacc pit with a green lightsaber in hand. With efficient strokes and preternatural speed, he sliced easily through the bounty hunters. After only a minute of fighting, he ended the fight once and for all. “You’re sword was in that Sarlacc?” the young man said. “Sometimes the Force will lay a path before us that even we do not wish to walk.” The Jedi smiled sadly. “I had a family. My son would have been close to your age.” “I’m sorry,” the young man said. “You know, I don’t really believe in the Force.” “Don’t worry,” Vos said. “Soon this will all seem like a distant dream, and I’ll be nothing more than a ghost.” Vos disappeared with Force speed. Han Solo shrugged and walked away with a shake of his head. “Crazy old wizard.” * * * Thinking of Korto, Vos returned to the Bounty Hunter’s ship. His own was destroyed utterly, just like the house on Tattoine where he and his family had lived. Once he was identified, they had come for him, just like they had come for Master Tholme and T’ra Saa on Nar Shadaa. He remembered Khaleen reaching for him as she cradled their ten-year old son. Korto took the brunt of the first blaster bolt as the army of bounty hunters invaded them. Khaleen used her body to try and protect the boy as Vos fought off still more of the cursed hunters. All for naught. He felt as if a piece of his heart was ripped out of his chest when the presences of his wife and son faded from the Force. Now, two years later, he was once again alone. He boarded the bounty hunter’s ship and lifted off from Socorro. He had no destination in mind. He was wanted all over the galaxy. The Inquisitorius had his features plastered in every Imperial outpost across the galaxy, and the half-million credit reward for him ensured every bounty hunter would keep an eye out for him. He let the Force guide him, entered the coordinates, and let the ship fly him off to oblivion. When he woke several hours later, the ship emerged over the world of Chandrila. On the surface, it seemed an odd place to go. Chandrila was an ancient Core world. Immeasurably civilized, the world did not boast a single armed ship. There were no bounty hunters there, though, so it seemed the safest place. He arrived on the planet as Captain Vilmahr Reynolds. He had no ID, but Chandrila control didn’t require it. Steeped in guilt and pain, the Jedi left his ship and wondered through the space port until he came to the first bar he could find. He had a few credits from his previous life as a droid technician on Nar Shadaa and ordered a bottle of Corellian whiskey. He was halfway through the bottle when someone took a seat beside him. “I’ll have what he’s having,” a man said. The voice seemed familiar somehow, as if out of a distant dream. The newcomer received the bottle, poured a glass, and then said, “Shu ma nyaow. Stuff is awful. Give me a glass of Londinum Bourbon, now, and I’ll show you a man’s drink.” Vos turned and stared at a ghost. “I saw the name Reynolds on the landing board and thought maybe I had another brother running around,” Captain Mal Reynolds said. “Instead I find you. Just my luck.” The past twelve years gave Reynolds time enough to grow a well-trimmed beard lined in gray, but had no other discernable effect. “What are you doing here?’ Vos asked. “Shipping wine,” Mal said. “Got a pretty lucrative contract for one of the better Chandrilan wine makers. I make the run pretty much every six months.” He shook his head. “Still hard to get used to your calendar. So, how you doing?” Vos shrugged. “As good as a fugitive could be.’ Mal nodded wisely. “Yeah, I know all about that. I heard tell you had a family.” “Had.” Mal nodded again. “You know, funny thing happened. Wife and I were in our bunk, just minding our own business, when River just walks on in. Her timing was pretty awful, but she didn’t even blink. You remember her? She says, ‘We need to make the Chandrila run early this month.’ Didn’t know what she was going on ‘bout, but she’s steered us right these past few years. Cried like a little girl when Jayne got shot.” Mal’s eyes hardened. “That was a bad day. But that was no fault o’ hers. She did her best. Since Zoe and Wash had their babies and retired, she’s been co-pilot and my second, and we’ve done good. Went independent from Car’das and his organization, and we got ‘nough creds socked up that we bought ourselves a little ranch. Can you believe that? Inara ‘n me are be ranchers on Naboo. Have kids, too. Three little darlings.” Mal stopped talking and looked closely at Vos. “You didn’t hear a gorram thing after I said her name, did you?” Vos sat up straighter. “Is she well?” “Why don’t you ask her?” Mal winked, and then nodded toward the door behind them. Vos turned as if afraid, and saw. River Tam stood alone just inside the door of the bar. She wore a spacer’s vest over a revealing brown shirt and beige pants. A blaster hung low on her right hip. She bore herself with a casual lethality that made the young couple sitting at a table near her get up and leave. She had filled out with age. No longer was she the whip-thin child he remembered. She was a woman. Still thin, but mature now. And strong. He almost stumbled from his stool and crossed the floor until he stood before her. She reached up and touched his chest. “I was lost,” she said softly. “I was lost, and you found me. You taught me how never to lose myself again.” She stepped closer and leaned up until their lips met. “And now I’m going to do the same for you. You’re lost. But I’ve found you.” Quinlan stared down into the dark depths of her eyes, and felt his heart surge. “I’m home,” he whispered as he wrapped her in his arms. The tears followed moments later. “I’m finally home.” * * * Naboo was a peaceful world in more ways than one. Not only did it keep only a fledgling defense force, but its people were so deeply civilized that even celebrities did not cause a stir. Such was the case when Jedi Master Luke Skywalker and his newly wedded wife Mara Jade Skywalker arrived for a negotiation to finalize the return of the Gungans to the surface of the planet. The treaty was civil. Luke’s involvement was more a ceremony than anything else. His newly discovered parentage made him especially treasured by the Naboo, and it was in a way fitting that the son of Queen Amidala and the Hero of Naboo, Anakin Skywalker, would be the one to formalize the re-colonization of the Gungans to their native lands. His wife, a powerful Jedi herself, toured the planet extensively. She moved like a bright rose among the duller Naboo. Her brilliant red hair and the striking robes she wore always made her the center of attention. And yet, on Naboo that meant quiet respect rather than throngs of admirers. When Mara and an escort from the palace moved into the market, there was no rush or press of people holding out their hands to touch the wife of Luke Skywalker. Rather, they smiled and nodded to her gently as she moved from stall to stall. Mara herself couldn’t say what directed her feet that day. She only knew that something stirred her to turn from the fabric stalls and go toward the jeweler. He was a large man, his head shaved to just a short layer of graying hair. A faint yellow line on his face marked him as a Kiffar. He wore white pants and a black vest cinched in leather, and bent over working with obvious skill on a piece of jewelry that caught her attention for some reason. “You like what you see?” he asked without looking up. “It’s extraordinary,” she said. “What is that stone?” “You should recognize it,” the man said with a wry smile. He finally looked up. Something about the set of his eyes made Mara pause. “It is Jade. Naboo has a natural abundance of it.” “You shape it well.” The man shrugged, then held it up and seemed to envision it on Mara. “What do you think, River? Is this the right one?” Jade nearly jumped when a petite woman in her early fifties appeared beside her. Even with her lifetime of training, she neither sensed nor felt the other woman approach. River looked Mara over repeatedly. “You are so beautiful,” she said. Mara felt her cheeks flare. “Er, thank you.” River looked at the piece the jeweler was holding up, and nodded. “It’s perfect.” The older woman took it, and then very carefully placed the silver and jade bracelet on over Mara’s wrist. “We made it for you,” she said. “We just didn’t know it was you we made it for.” Mara gaped, trying to make sense of that strange statement. “It is a gift,” the jeweler said. “Something to remember us by.” River stepped around the stall and stood by her husband. Mara stared at them, surprised by how perfect they seemed together. “This is surely too much to give for free.” “Consider it a gift for your lifeday,” he said. “Today is not my lifeday,” Mara said. The woman named River, who seemed as ageless as the man beside her, smiled. “Are you sure, Mara?” Mara shrugged. She never knew her exact day of her birth, so technically it was possible, however it seemed highly unlikely. Still, “Well, thank you very much.” “It was our pleasure, Mara Jade Skywalker,” the jeweler said. “You are a beautiful, powerful woman. You’ve overcome much to be where you are today. I’m sure your parents, wherever they may be, are very proud of you.” Mara smiled. “Thank you,” she said again. “I…” She stopped and realized she didn’t know what else to say. River smiled. “Your husband needs you. Go to him, and be happy.” A second later Mara’s com beeped at her. She looked down and saw it was Luke signaling that he needed her signature as a witness on the formal treaty document. She looked back up, but inexplicably the stall was empty. She looked back down at the exquisitely detailed bracelet and the large piece of jade set in it, and smiled. “Thank you,” she said again. Then, “I’m coming, Farmboy. Keep your boots on.” The End. -----signature----- "Spock!" "Yes Captain!" "Be one with the horse." "Yes, Captain." Gods of Dark and Light Legacy of the Red Sun Heaven Falls: A Jedi On Earth Blue Sun Down
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Golden_Jedi Registered: Jun '05	Date Posted: 6/30 3:55am Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A SW/Firefly XOver--Summer Fanfic Nom Completed 6/29/08
	Awwww, you got me crying by the end! This has been an excellent reading, Marrs, thanks for writing the story! -----signature----- The country is that place where chickens walk around uncooked - Julio Cortázar Unexpected Blossom http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28693266 Sailing Little Boats http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/28747916
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L0B0 Registered: Jan '08	Date Posted: 6/30 6:04am Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A SW/Firefly XOver--Summer Fanfic Nom Completed 6/29/08 - Date Edited: 6/30 6:15am (2 edits total) Edited By: L0B0
	“Sometimes the Force will lay a path before us that even we do not wish to walk.” The Jedi smiled sadly. Ain't that the truth... “I had a family. My son would have been close to your age.” “I’m sorry,” the young man said. “You know, I don’t really believe in the Force.” “Don’t worry,” Vos said. “Soon this will all seem like a distant dream, and I’ll be nothing more than a ghost.” Vos disappeared with Force speed. Han Solo shrugged and walked away with a shake of his head. “Crazy old wizard.” Nice cameo * * * He remembered Khaleen reaching for him as she cradled their ten-year old son. Korto took the brunt of the first blaster bolt as the army of bounty hunters invaded them. Khaleen used her body to try and protect the boy as Vos fought off still more of the cursed hunters. All for naught. He felt as if a piece of his heart was ripped out of his chest when the presences of his wife and son faded from the Force. Harsh. Very harsh. He arrived on the planet as Captain Vilmahr Reynolds. He had no ID, but Chandrila control didn’t require it. Vilmahr??? The newcomer received the bottle, poured a glass, and then said, “Shu ma nyaow. Stuff is awful. Give me a glass of Londinum Bourbon, now, and I’ll show you a man’s drink.” Vos turned and stared at a ghost. “I saw the name Reynolds on the landing board and thought maybe I had another brother running around,” Captain Mal Reynolds said. “Instead I find you. Just my luck.” The past twelve years gave Reynolds time enough to grow a well-trimmed beard lined in gray, but had no other discernable effect. “What are you doing here?’ Vos asked. Somehow, I just knew Mal had to be running around somewhere. “Shipping wine,” Mal said. “Got a pretty lucrative contract for one of the better Chandrilan wine makers. I make the run pretty much every six months.” He shook his head. “Still hard to get used to your calendar. So, how you doing?” Vos shrugged. “As good as a fugitive could be.’ Mal nodded wisely. “Yeah, I know all about that. I heard tell you had a family.” “Had.” Still harsh. Mal nodded again. “You know, funny thing happened. Wife and I were in our bunk, just minding our own business, when River just walks on in. Her timing was pretty awful, but she didn’t even blink. You remember her? She says, ‘We need to make the Chandrila run early this month.’ Didn’t know what she was going on ‘bout, but she’s steered us right these past few years. Cried like a little girl when Jayne got shot.” Mal’s eyes hardened. “That was a bad day. But that was no fault o’ hers. She did her best. Since Zoe and Wash had their babies and retired, she’s been co-pilot and my second, and we’ve done good. Went independent from Car’das and his organization, and we got ‘nough creds socked up that we bought ourselves a little ranch. Can you believe that? Inara ‘n me are be ranchers on Naboo. Have kids, too. Three little darlings.” It's cool that things are going well for the crew. Somehow, that even seems fitting for Jayne. Mal stopped talking and looked closely at Vos. “You didn’t hear a gorram thing after I said her name, did you?” Vos sat up straighter. “Is she well?” “Why don’t you ask her?” Mal winked, and then nodded toward the door behind them. Vos turned as if afraid, and saw. River Tam stood alone just inside the door of the bar. She wore a spacer’s vest over a revealing brown shirt and beige pants. A blaster hung low on her right hip. She bore herself with a casual lethality that made the young couple sitting at a table near her get up and leave. She had filled out with age. No longer was she the whip-thin child he remembered. She was a woman. Still thin, but mature now. And strong. That's just how I would picture her. He almost stumbled from his stool and crossed the floor until he stood before her. She reached up and touched his chest. “I was lost,” she said softly. “I was lost, and you found me. You taught me how never to lose myself again.” She stepped closer and leaned up until their lips met. “And now I’m going to do the same for you. You’re lost. But I’ve found you.” Lucky bastard. Quinlan stared down into the dark depths of her eyes, and felt his heart surge. “I’m home,” he whispered as he wrapped her in his arms. The tears followed moments later. “I’m finally home.” I am really happy for them, but Vos sure does get around, don't he? * * * Naboo was a peaceful world in more ways than one. Not only did it keep only a fledgling defense force, but its people were so deeply civilized that even celebrities did not cause a stir. Such was the case when Jedi Master Luke Skywalker and his newly wedded wife Mara Jade Skywalker arrived for a negotiation to finalize the return of the Gungans to the surface of the planet. The treaty was civil. Luke’s involvement was more a ceremony than anything else. His newly discovered parentage made him especially treasured by the Naboo, and it was in a way fitting that the son of Queen Amidala and the Hero of Naboo, Anakin Skywalker, would be the one to formalize the re-colonization of the Gungans to their native lands. Nice. His wife, a powerful Jedi herself, toured the planet extensively. She moved like a bright rose among the duller Naboo. Her brilliant red hair and the striking robes she wore always made her the center of attention. And yet, on Naboo that meant quiet respect rather than throngs of admirers. That must be one of the most exquisite and fitting descriptions I have ever read of Mara. I can just imagine how she would have looked on that day. When Mara and an escort from the palace moved into the market, there was no rush or press of people holding out their hands to touch the wife of Luke Skywalker. Rather, they smiled and nodded to her gently as she moved from stall to stall. Mara herself couldn’t say what directed her feet that day. She only knew that something stirred her to turn from the fabric stalls and go toward the jeweler. He was a large man, his head shaved to just a short layer of graying hair. A faint yellow line on his face marked him as a Kiffar. He wore white pants and a black vest cinched in leather, and bent over working with obvious skill on a piece of jewelry that caught her attention for some reason. No way!!! “You like what you see?” he asked without looking up. “It’s extraordinary,” she said. “What is that stone?” “You should recognize it,” the man said with a wry smile. He finally looked up. Something about the set of his eyes made Mara pause. “It is Jade. Naboo has a natural abundance of it.” I...I...can't believe this is happening. “You shape it well.” The man shrugged, then held it up and seemed to envision it on Mara. “What do you think, River? Is this the right one?” Jade nearly jumped when a petite woman in her early fifties appeared beside her. Even with her lifetime of training, she neither sensed nor felt the other woman approach. Seriously? I don't mind telling you that the very image of this scene brings tears to my eyes. River looked Mara over repeatedly. “You are so beautiful,” she said. Mara felt her cheeks flare. “Er, thank you.” This is totally choking me up right now. River looked at the piece the jeweler was holding up, and nodded. “It’s perfect.” The older woman took it, and then very carefully placed the silver and jade bracelet on over Mara’s wrist. “We made it for you,” she said. “We just didn’t know it was you we made it for.” Mara gaped, trying to make sense of that strange statement. “It is a gift,” the jeweler said. “Something to remember us by.” This is very touching. River stepped around the stall and stood by her husband. Mara stared at them, surprised by how perfect they seemed together. “This is surely too much to give for free.” “Consider it a gift for your lifeday,” he said. “Today is not my lifeday,” Mara said. The woman named River, who seemed as ageless as the man beside her, smiled. “Are you sure, Mara?” Mara shrugged. She never knew her exact day of her birth, so technically it was possible, however it seemed highly unlikely. Still, “Well, thank you very much.” You're very welcome, I'm sure. “It was our pleasure, Mara Jade Skywalker,” the jeweler said. “You are a beautiful, powerful woman. You’ve overcome much to be where you are today. I’m sure your parents, wherever they may be, are very proud of you.” I would be. Mara smiled. “Thank you,” she said again. “I…” She stopped and realized she didn’t know what else to say. Mara Jade at a loss for words. Will wonders never cease? River smiled. “Your husband needs you. Go to him, and be happy.” A second later Mara’s com beeped at her. She looked down and saw it was Luke signaling that he needed her signature as a witness on the formal treaty document. She looked back up, but inexplicably the stall was empty. She looked back down at the exquisitely detailed bracelet and the large piece of jade set in it, and smiled. “Thank you,” she said again. Then, “I’m coming, Farmboy. Keep your boots on.” They are just going to leave it at that? That is so bittersweet. I suppose I might have done the same thing at the time, but I would still want to tell her the truth someday - before its too late. As if it isn't obvious, I am a big fan of Mara Jade stories - particularly anything that has to do with speculation regarding her mysterious lineage. This is definitely one of the most original scenarios I have seen, and I think you did a remarkable job wrapping up a wonderful story this way. Right about now, I nearly forgot this was a crossover all along. To that end, the whole fic was very original and creative. This must have taken a lot of effort to blend the characters and events together, but I think you did a great job with it. I gotta tell you Marrs, I am always blown away by the action of your fantastic battle scenes and amused by the witty humor that typically laces your characterizations, but this time you have outdone yourself. I didn't know you had it in you, but the ending of this story is simply beautiful, especially considering what they have all been through and the destruction of an entire civilization at the hands of the Vong and the Empire. Much had been lost, but then again, much has been saved. Thank you for taking the time to post it, and I'm glad I was here to read it. I really enjoyed it. The End. Bravo. -----signature----- Check your Six! ---> http://www.talonintelligencesquadron.com/index.htm * Mando'ad draar digu... * Self Appointed FADA Acolyte
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager Digging out from Fay Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 6/30 7:41am Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A SW/Firefly XOver--Summer Fanfic Nom Completed 6/29/08
	Oh wow. The woman named River, who seemed as ageless as the man beside her, smiled. “Are you sure, Mara?” Mara shrugged. She never knew her exact day of her birth, so technically it was possible, however it seemed highly unlikely. Still, “Well, thank you very much.” “It was our pleasure, Mara Jade Skywalker,” the jeweler said. “You are a beautiful, powerful woman. You’ve overcome much to be where you are today. I’m sure your parents, wherever they may be, are very proud of you.” Mara smiled. “Thank you,” she said again. “I…” She stopped and realized she didn’t know what else to say. River smiled. “Your husband needs you. Go to him, and be happy.” A second later Mara’s com beeped at her. She looked down and saw it was Luke signaling that he needed her signature as a witness on the formal treaty document. She looked back up, but inexplicably the stall was empty. She looked back down at the exquisitely detailed bracelet and the large piece of jade set in it, and smiled. “Thank you,” she said again. Then, “I’m coming, Farmboy. Keep your boots on.” -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. They call me NANA Vader. At least she doesn't lack confidence...
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TigerofRobare Registered: Jan '06	Date Posted: 6/30 7:55am Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A SW/Firefly XOver--Summer Fanfic Nom Completed 6/29/08
	I can't believe it's over already. That was an excellent story. I loved the ending. So sad and beautiful. -----signature----- Darth Hipster--Vader becomes a hippie!: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=27316525&brd=10476 Tu ne cede malis--Do not give in to evil, but procede against it ever more boldly. UMass-Amherst class of 2011!
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Independence1776 Registered: Feb '06	Date Posted: 6/30 4:41pm Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A SW/Firefly XOver--Summer Fanfic Nom Completed 6/29/08
	Aww... Yes, her parents are proud of her. They just told her in the only way possible. Wonderfully done! -----signature----- "Independence forever." John Adams Padawan to Luna_Nightshade Fics in bio Ever wondered what would happen if some normal students came to the Temple? Come find out: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/27996678
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LadyLunas Registered: Aug '05	Date Posted: 6/30 7:10pm Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A SW/Firefly XOver--Summer Fanfic Nom Completed 6/29/08
	That was a good ending to a good story. I really enjoyed reading it and watching all the twists and turns the story took. You told it quite well, and I'm glad that all the characters had some resolution at the end. They deserve that peace. -----signature----- Darth Real Life hates me. Therefore, I battle him constantly. Currently, he's winning. See profile for fics. Padawan of SakuraTsukikage.
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dianethx Registered: Mar '02	Date Posted: 7/1 4:20am Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A SW/Firefly XOver--Summer Fanfic Nom Completed 6/29/08
	Oh, I'm so glad that River finally had a happy ending to her life. It was too bad about Vos's family but at least he found peace with River after all. Had to laugh about Mal and Inara having kids and ranching. Mal seems almost surprised by it. Great job. -----signature----- Betrayal - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b1/10935143 updated 6/28/08 Fragments of Illusion- http://boards.theforce.net/bts/b10475/28456473 updated 8/16/08 Freeze frame - http://boards.theforce.net/s/b10476/27820434 Master to jedidas3 Impeach Bush!
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Thumper09 Registered: Dec '01	Date Posted: 7/2 4:07pm Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A SW/Firefly XOver--Summer Fanfic Nom Completed 6/29/08
	What an awesome story. I can't even imagine trying to weave all the elements together like you did, but you did an excellent job, and it all flowed so smoothly together. I know it's been mentioned numerous times here, but your characterizations were super. Add that to the intricate, realistic plot, and you've got some seriously good stuff here. Very nice wrap-up and closure. Great job, and thanks so much for posting this! -Thumper -----signature----- "Like anything worth writing, it came inexplicably and without method." -Karen Eiffel The Way--Imperial pilot OCs, OT: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28104637 OC X-wing fics: http://www.coronasquadron.com/corona.html
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Laine_Snowtrekker Registered: Jul '03	Date Posted: 7/3 1:12pm Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A SW/Firefly XOver--Summer Fanfic Nom Completed 6/29/08
	Awesome chapter, nice conclusion. Thanks for writing this. -----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 Fanfic link in bio (esp. 08 Diary Challenge)
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callista_gseran Registered: May '06	Date Posted: 7/5 3:05pm Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A SW/Firefly XOver--Summer Fanfic Nom Completed 6/29/08
	Thank you, Thank, Marrs! It was beautiful! -----signature----- Callista Gseran Adoptee of Dev_Binks
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Darth_Marrs Registered: Feb '06	Date Posted: 7/6 6:26pm Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A SW/Firefly XOver--Summer Fanfic Nom Completed 6/29/08
	Golden_Jedi—Thank you very much. I’m glad you enjoyed it! LOBO—It was my pleasure. That’s the fun thing about fanfiction. Without any monetary reward, the only benefit I get is from the enjoyment of the writing, and the enjoyment of the readers. I’m glad you enjoyed it. VaderLVR64—Thank you. TigerofRobare—The other fun thing about fanfiction is that it only needs to be as long as the story requires. This was the right amount of story for what I wanted to say. I’m glad you enjoyed it as well. Independence1776—Thank you! LadyLunas—Thank you. And I agree that they did deserve that peace. Not just River and Vos, but Mal and the rest of the gang. Except Jayne, who died. Dianethx—I didn’t read the comic, but I knew enough about it to know that Vos was alone when he met a very young Han Solo. So that seemed to imply he had lost everything, at least to me. So in his time of deepest despair, River came to save him. Thumper09—It took two separate, completely different drafts. I’m glad it worked out to your happy satisfaction! Laine_Snowtrekker—Thank you, and you’re very welcome. Callista_gseran—You’re very welcome. Thank you for reading. Notes from the Author, in case anyone cares: Well, that’s it for another Darth Marrs story. I don’t have as many as some, because my stories tend to be a tad on the long side. At over 70,000 + words, this was actually one of my shorter ones. (Legacy of the Red Sun I consider a single long story in three parts). When I first started writing a SW/Firefly crossover (originally titled Children of the Blue Sun) I always knew it was going to end with Mara Jade Skywalker encountering River and Vos without ever truly realizing who they were. This was the vision I had from the first story. However, with Children I also had a role for Lorana Jinzler just because I thought she got short-changed in Outbound Flight and deserved more story time. Unfortunately, she was completely extraneous and even started to slow the story down. So, I scrapped that whole idea after about 50,000 words, and started from scratch. Which, considering my Legacy of the Red Sun sequal is now titled Children of the Red Sun, was quite serendipitous. I was able to salvage some parts, but the whole thrust of the story changed. It became a mystery. What was the Blue Sun Corporation? Why did Miranda really happen? What was the point of the things done to River? By addressing these times, I was able to do a completely immersive crossover in which there was no difference between the Firefly universe and Star Wars. They were one and the same. And when they met, well—that was another reason for the method I chose. In outright conflict, the Alliance never had a chance. So why write about that type of conflict? The Alliance military never really had a role in this story at all. The introduction of the Vong was also very early in the initial concept because of the surface similarities to the Reavers. The Vong provided the perfect outside antagonism to Force the Empire into taking more drastic action, which of course led to the fall of Mal Reynold’s universe. It was never intended as a happy story. I tried my best to have moments of humor and happiness, but this was always intended as a drama. A tragedy, even. But one with a hopeful and sweet ending. Although this one did not garner the reviews as Legacy or Gods of Dark and Light, I admit that I am prouder of it for the plotting and characterizations. So I am very proud of those nominations, win or lose. Well, enough talking about my story. Thank you all very much for reading, and for the nominations. Your reviews are the reason I keep doing this, even though I should be working on my original stuff. Thank you again! Darth Marrs -----signature----- "Spock!" "Yes Captain!" "Be one with the horse." "Yes, Captain." Gods of Dark and Light Legacy of the Red Sun Heaven Falls: A Jedi On Earth Blue Sun Down
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The_Face Title: Fan Fic Manager, now with real butter flavor Registered: Feb '03	Date Posted: 7/7 4:53am Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A SW/Firefly XO--Fanfic Award Nominee Author's Notes 7/6/08
	Vader! The Empire is very cool in a terrifying, overwhelming, evil kind of way, and you bring that attitude here wonderfully. Particularly Vader, whose little appearance is very in-character. The light is always too weak to save those we love. Oh, Anakin, you’re in there somewhere, all twisted up and bitter. “You are the last,” Vader whispered. “Just another dead Jedi.” Chilling line accompanying a heck of a lot of tragedy. But all the deaths were well-done. “You get one word why I shouldn’t kill you where you stand,” the captain said. “Escape.” Mal blinked. “That’s a good word. You get a few more now.” It’s stuff like this that I loved so much about Firefly. …And they’re back! Well, Vos and River anyway. I really thought they were gone. Nice (to say the least!) to see they aren’t. “That’s no planetoid; that’s a space station!” And wow, so much destruction. All of it, gone. Oh, Mara’s their kid! Good to see River and Vos got to see her as an adult and Jedi. It’s another instance of the fascinating way you weave the two galaxies in together. What’s really incredible is that this fic still pretty much holds to the galaxy as we know it. A great finish to a wonderful story! Awesome work on this all the way through! -----signature----- If mercy falls upon the broken and the poor Dear Father, I will see you there on distant shores * Galaxy of Suspects, a CorSec Mystery: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=28083207&brd=10476
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cggunnersmate Registered: Jul '07	Date Posted: 7/7 2:25pm Subject: RE: Blue Sun Down: A SW/Firefly XO--Fanfic Award Nominee Author's Notes 7/6/08
	I can't believe it's over! This was such a great story. I love Firefly and Star Wars and this was an exceptionaly well done crossover, as was Legacy of the Red Sun. I still need to read Gods of Dark and Light. I was sad for Vos' loss of Khaleen and Korto but I'm glad River found him again. Also the "off camera" loss of Jayne was sad too (though not really suprising). I liked Vos helping out a young Han Solo. I'd still love it if you did a short story (quasi-sequel) where a young Han Solo (maybe with a newly aquired Falcon) maybe got some mentoring from a certain Captain Reynolds. It'd also be interesting to see Wash and Han compare flying abilities/stories. It was also a nice touch with Mara meeting Vos and River (I STILL don't see the resemblance ) Well, I'm already onboard with "Children" as you know but if you ever come back to these characters go ahead and put me on the PM list. Heck, just add me to fics you write. I'm onboard. -----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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