Wow! This story was named: Best Alternate Universe Best Action Best Drama Best Crossover Best Series and tied for Best Ensemble Cast Thank you all for your support and your votes, and for reading. I would also like to thank Jedi-2B, who in addition to winning several awards herself for her outstanding Shattered Remembrance, also served as the best beta-reader I could have hoped for. Children of the Red Sun A Superman/Star Wars Crossover Sequel to [link=http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/25633540/p1/?1]Legacy of the Red Sun[/link] This story is set during the NJO. Please note that NJO characters from Tattoine will be absent since Tattoine was subjected to a BDZ early in the LORS trilogy. No Darklighter. No Tahiri. Anyone else is fair game. Disclaimer: Don't own any of it (well, Jor-El and Karia Naberrie are original). I just like to share with my close friends. I will start posting this story in earnest after Blue Sun Down is complete. I hope you enjoy. Prologue: What Should Have Been; What Was This was not how it was supposed to be. To those that could step outside of time and see the course of destiny originally set, the galaxy was not as it should have been. A young boy named Luke Skywalker should have grown to brilliant manhood. This boy was destined to become the last of the old Jedi and the first of the new. He was to help lead the forces of Light against the legions of the Dark. He was supposed to change the galaxy forever and live to a ripe old age before passing gently into the Force with his son at his side, and the ghost of his beloved wife awaiting him on the other side with open arms. That is what should have happened. Owen Lars was not supposed to swerve his landspeeder away from the large womprat that crossed his path. He should not have lost control of his speeder and driven it into a rock formation at two hundred kilometers an hour. Luke Skywalker should not have died as a youth, cut down before his light could shine. That is not what was supposed to happen. And yet, to those eyes looking from outside of time, that is exactly what did happen. If those eyes were to look away from this galaxy, far far away, they would see that at the exact moment Owen cursed and Beru cried out in terrified alarm while a beautiful young boy looked up from his toy skyhopper, a small ship?s course altered by a fraction of a millimeter. This minor change, caused by the pulsing radiation output of a nearby pulsar, caused the tiny ship to fall into a black hole. No craft made by those in the Corusca galaxy could have survived such an ordeal, but this was not a craft made by those mere mortals in this galaxy. The tiny craft emerged from a white hole intact and untouched twenty eight galaxies off course, and crashed onto a desert planet within earshot of the very home that once housed Luke Skywalker. The Jedi within, caught in mourning for the young hope that was to lead the galaxy, stumbled out into the darkness to discover a child unlike any he could ever imagine. Thus the Force restored the balance. A new Chosen One was selected. A new destiny was shaped, and a new hero emerged. This was not how it was supposed to be, but this is what came to be.