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[Deepcrush]

Very awsome. I' kind of miss not having Worf's POV.

[Mark]

I was just thinking...........would Worf and Chewie get along without wanting to test out the other?

And wouldn't it be a surprise to Chewie to find him in full rampage just to get stop cold by a calm Data with his uber strength.

Just kicking around some ideas here. How about a romance between Dr. Crusher and Lando? That might work.

[RK_Striker_JK_5]

Mark-Or... what? lol, sorry. Just having to put up with an utter asshat of a mod on another board. The mods here are Socrates and Plutarch in comparison. As for your suggestions... why would Lando be permitted there?

Deepcrush-Thanks.

Author's note: This explains the absence of one of my most hated SW creations. Between them and the others, I actually rate them higher due to actually having functional limbs.

Here we go!

*****
Worf ducked under a tree branch, keeping his eyes fixed on his prey. It had taken him and his partner only a short time to track down their enemies. He didn't look back to see if Tenel Ka was still behind him-he knew.

Her gray eyes looked over his shoulder. "Are we close?" she whispered.

Worf nodded and hefted his ancestral bat'leth, a weapon resembling a double-bladed scimitar with three grips on the back edge. He held the two outer handles and readied it while Tenel K unclipped a large tooth from her belt and moved her thumb to a trigger embedded in the bone. Soon, it would be time to strike

The pair moved past another tree and Worf held up a hand, signaling her to stop. He motioned at two armored humanoids standing nearby with swords in a clearing, looking about and sniffing the air. The nearer one had a green, smooth head that glistened with sweat while the other had multi-faceted eyes and scales.

Worf half-turned and looked Tenel Ka in the eye. A silent signal passed between them before the two hefted their weapons and charged. Tenel Ka thumbed the trigger on the tooth, sending forth a turquoise-colored plasma blade. She swung at the nearer one, but he held up his broadsword and blocked her swing. She gasped, but had no time to ponder. Tenel Ka disengaged and thrust at the beast's midsection, forcing it back.

Worf swung his bat'leth overhead at insect eyes. The humanoid brought up a battle axe to block and parry Worf's weapon down and away, leaving the Klingon open. Insect eyes screeched and punched Worf right in the jaw, rocking his head back and opening a gash on his cheek.

His eyes widened as Klingon battle lust took over his soul. "It is a GOOD DAY TO DIE!" he screamed. He thrust his palm at insect eyes' chest, sending it stumbling back. The warrior then raised his bat'leth again and swung it at the beast, slicing into its arm and drawing blood.

Tenel Ka, meanwhile, battled her own opponent. She ducked a horizontal slash, but the hologram thrust a muscular arm at her midsection, knocking the breath from her and sending her to the ground. She grunted before rolling to her left and kicking out, simultaneously dodging his strike and kicking at his kneecaps. He howled in pain and dropped to the ground, clutching his broken limb.

Tenel Ka kipped up to her feet and stabbed straight out, skewering her opponent in the head. He grunted once before fading. She looked up and observed Worf decapitating insect eyes. She deactivated her lightsaber and looked around the jungle. "This is realistic." she said between breaths.

Worf bared his teeth in a smile. "The holodeck can provide virtually limitless opportunities for exercise."

Tenel Ka examined her lightsaber. "I am still a bit surprised that my lightsaber was unable to penetrate the holodeck matter."

Worf paused. "Tenel Ka, the blow your opponent landed on you could have been blocked or lessened if you had a prosthetic arm."

The princess paused and glanced down at the stump. "It is a matter of pride. A reminder not to be so arrogant and sure of myself. When I built my lightsaber, the design was faulty and I was injured because of it."

Worf pondered her words. "That is a very Klingon response."

"Ah, aha. I knew you would understand."

The ambassador chuckled. "No, Tenel Ka." He turned around slightly and pointed to his spine. "In 2368, I was once injured by a falling cargo container, damaging my spinal column. If I had done what tradition dictated and performed the hegh'bat ceremony-ritual suicide-then I would be dead. My son would have no father. My ship would have no security officer."

"So you believe I should get a prosthetic arm?" Tenel Ka inquired.

Worf smiled tightly and shook his head. "I believe you should follow your heart as you walk your own path." He hefted his bat'leth once more. "Now, the time for talk is over. As warriors, we speak with actions."

There was a snap-hiss as Tenel Ka unclipped her lightsaber and reignited it. "This has been most productive, Worf. Is this your usual level of calisthenics?"

Worf shrugged. "This is only level one. I didn't know if you were physically capable."

Tenel Ka's right eyebrow arched. "Is that a fact?" She looked up and half-shouted "Computer, level two!"
*****
"I never thought I'd be hearing micro-brain giving out good advice. Will wonders never cease?"

Jim and Ben turned from their view into the world of the living and to the semi-omnipotent trickster. "And where have you been?" Jim asked, crossing his arms. "Out causing trouble again?"

"As if it's any of your business," Q remarked. He waggled his finger, shaking the cosmos slightly. "I was just cleaning up a little mess in the timeline-nothing bad!" he finished, holding up his hands.

Ben crossed his arms, the sleeves of his robe billowing about. "I don't trust you."

"You don't have a choice."
*****
Tsavong Lah unclipped a thud bug from his bandolier and threw it with all his might. The insect unfurled its wings and it flew, striking the abomination in its armor and cutting through. "You are an abomination!" he yelled, readying his amphistaff.

The creature's head swiveled around and a single blue optic focused on him. "WE ARE DA-LEK!" it screeched out, weapon attachment swiveling around.

"INFIDEL!"

"EX-TERMINATE!"

*****
Captain's log: Stardate 53025.6. Negotiations between Spock, Leia and Pellaeon have continued and all three are making rapid progress in forming trade agreements between the Federation, the New Republic and the Empire. Meanwhile, Chief of State Organa Solo has asked me to permit her two sons to visit her on the ship.

Jacen Solo walked back from the bar with three glasses perched precariously on a tray. He sat down at a table with yo0unger brother Anakin and Tenel Ka. "One glass of prune juice for you," he said, placing a tall glass in front of a surprisingly eager Tenel Ka. "And Anakin, Guinan recommended something called 'root beer'." He placed a frosty mug in front of his younger brother.

Anakin took a sip, then a large gulp. He set the mug down with a thud and wiped his mouth. "This is quite good. I wonder if Tahiri would like any."

Tenel Ka shrugged and took a swig of juice. "I must thank Worf again for introducing me to this."

Jacen looked over at his beloved. "Worf? Who's that?"

Tenel Ka sat up straight as she felt the Klingon's presence enter ten forward. "Worf is a warrior."

Ambassador Worf walked over to their table and nodded at the Hapan princess. "Tenel Ka, it is good to see you. How is your back?"

She cocked her head to the left and audible pops could be heard from her vertebrae. "It's still a bit sore from the multiple impacts, but it shall heal."

Worf nodded and rotated his arm at the shoulder. "That one maneuver you performed almost ripped my arm out of its socket. You must teach it to me!"

The intercom suddenly chimed and Picard's voice came through. "Ambassador Worf, please report to the conference room."

Worf stood up straight and tapped the combadge on his black shirt. "Acknowledged." He looked back down at Tenel Ka and sighed. "We must continue this later."

The Hapan princess nodded, her cool gray eyes locked on the proud Klingon. "We will, and that is a fact." She picked up her glass of juice and took a sip of the dark liquid. "Ah, a good drink.

"Tenel Ka what was he talking about?" Jacen asked. The young man shifted in his seat and pasted a smile on his face. "With the shoulder and vertebrae and "

She flicked her gaze from one son of Solo to the other. "Ambassador Worf and I engaged in combat exercises on the holodeck. We fought holographic monsters and sparred a bit."

Jacen's mouth opened a bit and he nodded. "Ah, gotcha." He hesitated before continuing. "Would you like to spar with me, Tenel Ka?"

Tenel Ka let out an uncharacteristic chuckle. She put down her mug and patted him on the shoulder "Oh, my good friend! It might be a bit too violent for you. I had to spend thirty minutes with Doctor Crusher after our session."

The intercom sounded again. "Princess Tenel Ka, please report to the conference room."

She tapped the combadge attached to her lizard-skin armor and spoke. "Understood, Captain." She rose from her chair, walked over to Jacen, gave him a kiss on the cheek and then walked out of ten forward.

Jacen's brown eyes watched her leave. " 'Too violent'?" he muttered. He took another sip of root beer. "This isn't too bad," he remarked.

He looked over at Anakin's glass and saw it was completely empty. "I've got to get Tahiri to try this," Anakin muttered. His blue eyes wandered over to Jacen's mug. "Are you going to finish that?"

Jacen propped his head up on one arm and shoved the mug over to his younger brother with the other. His mind reflexively sought the connection that he and Tenel Ka shared, the tether that oftentimes held him afloat in the sea of life. Tenel Ka's presence in the Force shone through for Jacen, giving him some comfort. "I wonder if I that Worf guy could show me how to use that holodeck thing."

Anakin downed the last of Jacen's root beer and wiped his mouth. "It couldn't hurt. Actually, I wonder if he could show me too. I'd love to take that apart and see what makes it work." His eyes narrowed as he stared at one of the waiters.

Two minutes later, he walked over with three large mugs of root beer. "I have a feeling you want some more," he said woodenly.

Anakin nodded and saluted him with the frosty mug.

The eldest son of Han and Leia rose from his seat and exited ten forward. Jacen walked down the hallway, turned at a corner and walked down another stretch of hall before realizing something very important. Where's the conference room? And what the stang am I gonna do when I get there? He turned and solicited a passing crewmember. "Ah, excuse me," he said to a blue-skinned female with antennae. "Ah, excuse me. Could you tell me how to get to the conference room?"

Lieutenant Commander Tirsek regarded the young human with amusement. "And why would I tell a civilian the location of that?" she asked, crossing her toned arms.

Jacen bit his lip to prevent a comment escaping that could get him tossed in the brig-or get his neck snapped. Instead, he reached out with the Force and probed her mind. "You will take me to the conference room," he said, waving his hand in front of her.

The Andorian rubbed her forehead as she felt a wave of dizziness sweep over her. She rocked a bit on her heels as an overwhelming compulsion to bring him to the bridge swept over her. Tirsek's antennae drooped for a moment, but the sensation quickly passed and she shook her head. "What the hell was that?" she muttered. Her blue eyes fell on Jacen and they narrowed. "Did you do something to me?" she glowered, hand clenching into a tight fist.

Jacen shrugged nonchalantly. "Ah, no. Now, which way to the conference room?"

A low growl escaped the Andorian tactical officer's throat. "And again, why would I tell you that?"

Jacen's face paled. He stammered for a bit and scratched the back of his head. "Ah, well you see it's like " he chuckled.

Tirsek joined in, except her chuckling was tinged with menace.

Jacen's brown eyes looked down at the deck. "My name's Jacen Solo. I just need to see Tenel Ka. I promise I won't disrupt any delicate negotiations."

Tirsek looked Jacen up and down. Finally, she pointed to the nearest turbolift alcove. "Go in and tell the computer to take you to the bridge. Once there, cross the aft area and enter a door marked 'conference room'. Got it?"

Jacen smiled and said, "thanks," before dashing off down the corridor, disappearing at the nearest intersection.

Tirsek glanced at him before turning back to ten forward. Before she entered, the doors swung open and Counselor Troi exited.

"Why hello, Tirsek," she said. "How are you?"

Tirsek shrugged. "Oh, not bad. I got to make Leia Solo's son sweat a bit."

Troi's mouth turned down into a frown. "Now, now. I don't think that's the best for relations between our two governments."

Tirsek shrugged. "Oh, don't worry. I sent him on his way without making him sweat too much." A playful smile crossed her lips. "Although it would've been interesting to see him sweat. I bet he'd look rather cute." Troi crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, but Tirsek waved her off. "Oh, don't worry, Deanna. Jacen Solo has eyes for only one woman."
*****
Jacen entered the nearest turbolift and spoke. "Computer, please take me to the bridge." The car moved up a few decks and aft.

When the door opened, two burly security officers stood in the doorway. "Mister Solo?" The first one asked.

Jacen nodded. "Yeah, that's me."

The first stepped aside and motioned to him. "We've been instructed by Lieutenant Commander Tirsek to escort you to the conference room."

The young Jedi walked across the bridge, escorted by security to a door in the aft area. Jacen's brown eyes glanced around, but he couldn't make heads or tails of the displays or controls. They entered a short hallway and stopped just short of a door. Three pairs of security officers stood at attention guarding the conference room.

One Starfleet guard looked over a stormtrooper. "How can you see anything in that?" she asked.

The stormtrooper shrugged. "You get used to the tunnel vision." He looked up and down the Starfleet guard's uniform. "They give you anything more substantial than a thin fabric for protection?"

The security guard shifted a bit. "Well, sometimes."

The guard turned to Jacen. "And you are?" she asked, hand straying to her sidearm.

Jacen felt himself blush, but he steeled his nerve. "I was wondering how long until Princess Tenel Ka was done."

The stormtrooper's helmet bobbed up and down as he looked Jacen over. Finally, he snapped his fingers. "Hey, you're Jacen Solo!" He removed his helmet and held out his hand. "It's an honor to meet you."

Jacen tentatively shook his hand. "And thank you," he said, letting a smile slide onto his face. "Hey, wanna hear a joke?"

Before the stormtrooper could answer, the second Starfleet security officer cleared her throat. "Ahem. Do you have business in there?"

The young Jedi waved her off. "Oh, no. I'm just waiting for Tenel Ka."

She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes, but said nothing. A few minutes later, the door slid open, allowing both Tenel Ka and Worf to exit. Both were talking, but not about tariffs or defense pacts.

"I would recommend you train in the mek'leth. That is ideal for one-armed combat."

Tenel Ka shook her head. "That is a fact, but I do want rudimentary lessons in the bat'leth." She looked ahead and half-smiled. "Hello, friend Jacen."

Jacen swallowed and desperately hoped his nervousness couldn't be picked up by her. "Oh, hey. I was wondering if you wanted to do something tonight."

Tenel Ka's gray eyes turned to Worf for a fraction of a second. "I am sorry, Jacen, but Worf and I have a reservation on the holodeck tonight."

Jacen's face fell for a millisecond, but he regained his composure. "Oh, okay." He stepped aside as Worf walked past.

A small voice in the back of his head sounded out. Strike out, bro?

Yeah, Anakin. The problem is I don't know what to do! I'm not a warrior like that overgrown Noghri.

Anakin chuckled through their link. Well, ask Dad. He's got experience in this sort of thing.

Jacen blanched even as he was escorted off the bridge. No way! Do you know how embarrassing that would be? He thought for a moment. Maybe I should ask one or two of the crewmembers. A smile crossed his face. We are, after all, supposed to be getting to know them.

Anakin polished off his fifth mug of root beer back at ten forward. He let out a small burp, but covered his mouth in time. I've got a bad feeling about that, Jacen.

The door to ten forward opened ten seconds later, allowing Jacen to walk back to the table and sit down. "Hey, it'll be all right! Inter-dimensional relations will get a big boost from it!" He leaned back and tilted his chair back, but half-shouted as the chair legs slid a bit. He thrust his arms out and waved them as he regained his balance.

Anakin's blue eyes focused on his brother and he telekinetically steadied him through the Force.

Jacen let out a breath. "Thanks. I owe you one."

Anakin nodded. "Oh, just knowing what you'll be doing the next few days will be more than enough payment."
*****

[Mark]

Let me guess who his tutor in love will be......................a certain yellow eyes android?

No, wait. Even Data scored with Tasha. It would have to be Geordi..........the 40 year old virgin.

[Mikey]

ARE YOU KIDDIN' ME?! FRIGGIN' DALEKS?!

Nice piece on Work, BTW.

[RK_Striker_JK_5]

Mark-Among others... Mayube multiple tutors?

Mikey-Yes, Daleks. The Vong deserve nothing less.

Sorry about this.

Here we go!

*****
The next day

Jacen sought out advice, letting the Force guide him along the winding corridors of the Enterprise until he came to a door on deck seven. He pressed a button on the control panel next to the door and a male voice came through the speaker. "Yes?"

Jacen hesitated and put his thoughts into order. "Mister Riker, this is Jacen Solo. May I come in?"

The door slid open and Riker stood there. Instead of his uniform, he wore a pair of black slacks and a bright blue shirt. He had a stand in front of him with pieces of lined paper on them and held a long brass instrument. He looked over at Jacen and smiled. "Well, nice to meet you, Mister Solo." He set the trombone down and walked over. The two shook hands. "Your father told me much about you."

Jacen's mouth turned up slightly. "I deny everything," he said, grinning.

Riker liked him instantly. He led Jacen over to a couch and chair and sat in the chair while Jacen took the couch. "So, what's on your mind?" the commander asked.

Jacen cleared his throat. "Well, it's like this. There's this girl I like, and at first it seemed like she liked me. But now she's interested in this other guy." He clenched his fists. "Would you have any advice for a guy like me?"

Riker stroked his beard. "Well, if I were you, I'd march up to her and tell her right then and there how you feel about her." Riker edged forward a bit until he was at the edge of his couch. "Also, kiss her."

Jacen nodded as if in understanding. He then stood up. "Well, thank you, Commander."

Riker also stood up and walked him to the door. "Oh, call me Will."

Jacen nodded and waved as he walked out of the room and down the corridor. He was fairly certain that a declaration of love was appropriate, but if he tried to kiss Tenel Ka, he'd end up with several missing teeth. He sighed and set out for some more advice.
*****
" Hapan and Dathomirian cultures are both matriarchal in nature. Princess Tenel Ka might subconsciously expect you to cater to her whims without realizing it. You are both humans, so mating will not-"

"Okay, okay! I get the picture," Jacen shouted, holding up his hand to interrupt Data. He shook his head to get the technical jargon out of his head. "So, do you have any advice on how to win her back?"

Data furrowed his brows. "If I may ask, who is it you think Tenel Ka is interested in?"

Jacen swallowed and shook his head. "No, that's not important. So, you think I should court Tenel Ka in a traditional Hapan or Dathomirian way?"

The android nodded. "It would show her that you care about her enough to familiarize yourself with her culture."

Jacen glanced at the deck plating. "You do know that in both cultures, men are considered little more than slaves, right?"

Data nodded. "Yes, I am." He raised his hand and rubbed his chin. "It is fascinating how both of Tenel Ka's parents came from such similar backgrounds." He suddenly looked up. "If you will excuse me, my shift on the bridge starts soon." And with that, he stepped around and walked off.

Jacen waved weakly at him with one hand while rubbing his forehead with the other. "And I thought some of Uncle Luke's lectures were longwinded "
*****
"AARRRRGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Jacen flinched as Worf roared in his face, serrated teeth bared and spittle gathering at the corners of his mouth. His breath quickened slightly. "Ah..."

Worf stopped yelling and leaned back from Jacen, his lips curling slightly. "This woman you seek, go to her. Tell her how you truly feel."

"I should yell at her?" Jacen asked, eyes widening.

Worf sighed and shook his head. His massive arms crossed over his chest. "Men do not roar. Women roar. And then they hurl heavy objects at you. To get the blood flowing," he added at the end.

"I... see," Jacen commented, edging his way away from Worf, his booted feet sliding across the deck plating. "And the men?"

"We read love poetry... and duck a lot," Worf said, swallowing at the end. He eyed Jacen. "Who is this woman you seek?"

"Oh... just no one you'd know," the younger man said, chuckling and waving Worf off. He turned and tossed him a wave. "Gotta go bye!" he said before disappearing down a corridor."

Worf sighed and shook his head as he vanished. "Poor fool. He doesn't realize Tenel Ka's true feelings for him."

*****

Picard held his arms out wide. "But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun." He stopped and looked over at Jacen. "That was from Shakespeare's 'Romeo and Juliet, written in probably 1595." His mind did the math. "It was about 781 years ago," he breathed out, glancing at the table in his ready room. "And here, across space into another dimension, the bard's words still hold true."

Jacen stared across Picard's desk, mouth still swirling from the words he had just heard. "Wow. That was some beautiful stuff."

Picard smiled. "Yes, it is. So, Mister Solo, you wonder how to win back your love?"

Jacen nodded. "I was just wondering if you had any advice for me, sir. I figured this was a good way for our two realities to get to know one another."

The good captain nodded, clasped his hands behind his back and walked around to Jacen. "Well, love certainly is a multi-dimensional problem. I'll grant you that. And it is a many splendored thing." He guided Jacen over to the window near the desk.

Both men looked out into deep space. "We're pretty insignificant, aren't we," Jacen said.

Picard shook his head. "No, Jacen. We're not. Every being in the cosmos has some role to play."

Jacen smiled. "That sounds like something Uncle Luke would say."

The captain smiled. "Well, Master Skywalker is a very wise man." Picard turned to Jacen and placed his hands on Jacen's forearms. "Jacen, I once told a friend of mine that 'now' is the most important time. In this case, it is. Go out and tell Tenel Ka how you truly feel."

Jacen nodded. "Thank you, Captain." He looked back at the desk. "You mind if I borrow the book for a bit?"

Picard held his arms out. "Why, of course not!" His mouth opened slightly as Jacen held out his hand and levitated the book into his open palm. "Merde," Picard whispered.

Jacen glanced at him, then the book. "Oh, didn't you know I was a Jedi?"

Picard shook his head. "I didn't know what the extent of your powers were. I knew telepathy and mental feats were part of it, but not telekinesis."

The young Jedi looked down at the book. "It's more than that." He waved his left hand about as he searched for the proper words. I wish Uncle Luke or Aunt Mara were here. "We tap into life itself. We feel events taking place literally on the other side of the galaxy. I can feel you, Captain. I feel your heartbeat and the currents of your thoughts." A rakish grin crossed his mouth. "And I gotta say, you're one of the most intelligent people I've met. Even from surface thoughts, that's apparent."

Picard's gaze hardened ever so slightly, but it was enough to scare Jacen and remind him of Mom whenever she got angry. "I do hope, Mister Solo, that you are using your gifts responsibly and not reading more than surface impressions from me."

Jacen held up his hands in front of him. "Oh, no! I would never do that to you." I'd be too scared too.

Picard nodded. "Thank you, Jacen."

Jacen backed up, turned around and bolted for the door. As soon as he left the ready room, he let out a sigh. "Never mess with Jean-Luc Picard," he muttered.

One of his escorts looked over at him. "Did you say something, sir?"

Jacen shook his head. "Nothing important. Lead on, good sir!"

*****
Later that night
Worf meditated as the door chimed. "Enter!" he bellowed.

The door slid open, revealing a large, hairy biped. [Hello, Worf,] Chewie growled.

Worf bared his fangs. "What do you want?"

Chewie stepped forward and looked down at Worf. [I wish to challenge you to a duel, Klingon.]

The ambassador chuckled and squared his shoulders. "I accept, Chewbacca. Where and when?"

Chewie motioned to the deck. [I don't want to fight on one of those sterile holodecks. I wish to fight you on Yavin IV, in front of the Great Temple.]

Worf nodded. "I agree. Is noon local time good for you?"

The Wookiee nodded. [I shall have my rykk blades prepared for you.]

Worf motioned to a stand near his bed and the deadly double-sword mounted there. "And my bat'leth calls for me. Tomorrow, then." He turned, but stopped. "Chewbacca? batlh Daqawlu'taH!" Chewie's brow furrowed in confusion. "You will be remembered with honor," Worf translated for him.

A low chuckle emanated from Chewie's throat. [I shall see you eat those words.] And with that, he walked off.

The door closed behind him, leaving Worf alone with his thoughts.
*****
The next day,
Chewie, Luke, Han, Leia and Tenel Ka stood in front of the Great Temple at the bottom of the edifice's steps, waiting for Worf to arrive. The big Wookiee swung around two very large machete-like blades, each one weighing almost 15 kilograms. Their lengths were etched with intricate designs, but these were no display weapons. There were slight nicks and bends in the blade; evidence of the fierce fights Chewie had been in all of his life.

Chewie grew impatient as noon approached. [Where is he? I thought Klingons were honorable.]

Tenel Ka glanced up at him. "Worf is honorable, friend Chewbacca. He will be here."

He growled, but said nothing else.

A few minutes later, four columns of light appeared three meters away. Worf, Picard, Deanna and Riker materialized. While the latter three were clad in regulation Starfleet uniforms, Worf wore full Klingon armor. Gray pants with knee-high boots, a black undergarment and a steel-gray chest plate covered the Klingon. Spiked gloves and a belt with two sheathed knives completed the look. Worf hefted his bat'leth and stepped forward. "I come to accept the challenge of Chewbacca, son of Attichitcuk."

Chewie looked over at Picard. [Captain, what are you doing here?] he asked, pointing with his hairy arm.

Picard fixed his eyes on the Wookiee. "Worf asked me to be his cha'DIch-his second-in 2366. I now stand by him much as your honor brother stands by you."

Han patted Chewie on his arm. "Well, he's got a point, there."

Chewie walked down the stairs and to Worf, rykk blades twitching in his hands. Worf, meanwhile, was jabbing the air with the points of his bat'leth.

Riker and Picard gravitated over to Luke and his group. "I hope there's a temple left after this," Luke commented.

Riker shrugged. "I just hope there's a Wookiee after Worf gets through with him."

Han' mouth dropped open. "Hey, watch it! Chewie'll rip his arms out and beat him to death with them."

Riker's blue eyes glanced over. "Care to put your money where your mouth is?"

Han started to speak, but a quick glare from Leia shut him up. Riker smirked, but a quick glare from Deanna caused him to drop the smirk.

Worf looked up at Chewie. "This will be a day long remembered."

Chewie nodded. [In the interests of negotiations, I promise not to kill you.]

Worf answered by stepping back and jabbing at Chewie from the side. Chewie blocked it and began forcing Worf back, much to the Klingon's surprise. He finally parried Worf's blade away, almost knocking him to the ground. Worf snarled, and the fight was on

Chewie swung the blade in his left hand at Worf's right shoulder while jabbing with the one in his right. Worf blocked the swing with his bat'leth while dodging out of the way of the jab. He could hear his heart pumping and his blood singing. His muscles strained, but he actually pushed Chewie back a couple of paces.

The Wookiee gasped in surprise at Worf's unexpected strength. He swung at Worf's head with his other rykk blade, but Worf disengaged from his standoff with Chewie and rolled back, letting the Wookiee stumble a bit. Chewie quickly regained his stance. [Stand still, Worf!] he snarled. He swung his ryyk blades overhead at Worf, but the Klingon dodged and rolled out of the way.

He brought his bat'leth up in time to block Chewie swinging both ryyk blades right at him! The impact knocked the double-bladed scimitar from his hands and sent pain shooting through his arms.

Chewie smelled blood, literally and figuratively. He raised one blade, ready for the knockout blow. Worf, however, wasn't ready to go down yet. He quickly unsheathed one of his knives and dove at Chewie's midsection right under his guard. His left arm wrapped around Chewie's waist while his right buried the baakonite blade into Chewie's side. He bared his teeth as his own nostrils smelled blood.

Blood spurted from the wound and Chewie howled, dropping both ryyk blades.
*****
Han tensed but didn't move. Luke glanced over at his brother-in-law. "You won't help him," he stated.

Han shook his head. "This is an honor duel, kid. I can't-I won't interfere."

Riker nodded in understanding. "Worf's the same way." The two men let a grim smile cross their lips before turning back to the battle.
*****
A large hairy arm hit Worf across the side of his head, dazing him and knocking him to the ground.

Chewie pulled the knife out of his flank and bared his fangs. Spittle flew from his mouth with each breath as the world turned red around him. He advanced on Worf even as the Klingon scrambled to his feet.

He tried to get to his other knife, but Chewie merely wrapped his arms around Worf, pulled him off the ground and squeezed. Worf struggled, but the oxygen soon left his lungs. Spots danced before his eyes as Chewie's massive arms tightened in a viselike grip. Finally, he got one arm free and shoved the palm of his hand right into the Wookiee's snout.

Chewie's head snapped back, but he kept the pressure on. After a few minutes, Worf's eyes rolled back and Chewie dropped him to the ground, unconscious. The Wookiee soon followed the Klingon into oblivion.

Picard tapped his combadge. "Transporter room, beam those two directly to sickbay." As the two dematerialized, he looked over at Luke, Han, Leia and Tenel Ka. "I hope that wasn't presumptuous of me."

Han shook his head and waved him off. "Rather good idea, Jean-Luc."

Luke's blue eyes turned skyward as he spoke. "They'll both be all right. I see great things from this duel."

Leia scoffed at her brother. "And what would that be?"

Luke smiled mysteriously. "Oh, we'll all find out, in the future " He turned and walked up the steps to the entrance to the Jedi Temple.

Riker watched him go. "What the hell was that?" he asked, hands on his hips and head tilted.

Han shrugged. "Well, it was either a portent to doom, or Luke just felt like messing with our heads."

*****

Next post is coming right after.

[RK_Striker_JK_5]

Later that day
Picard found himself in the gym, practicing fencing with an opponent. Her moves were graceful, but she telegraphed several thrusts. He parried her foil away and stabbed her right above her right breast, ending the round. Picard removed his helmet. Sweat glistened off his forehead. "Excellent job. You're learning quite rapidly."

The woman removed her helmet, letting reddish locks cascade down. "Well, I'll admit you're pretty good, Johnny," Mara Jade Skywalker said, ignoring Picard's grimace at 'Johnny'. "I admit it's no lightsaber, but it is kind of neat." She grabbed the tip of the foil and bent it a few times over her head.

Picard slashed the air with his foil and waited for Mara to get ready again.

Just as they settled into position, the door slid open and Riker stuck his head in. "Captain?" he said. "Sorry to interrupt, but Admiral Ross is contacting us."

Picard looked over, surprise on his face. "Starfleet Command is able to punch through the rift?"

The first officer nodded. "They've got a relay station set up on the other side." His blue eyes wandered over to Mara. "Oh, how do you do? I'm Commander William T. Riker." He smiled rakishly and held out his hand.

Mara rolled her emerald eyes. She felt his attraction to her, and she had to admit, he was handsome. Still he's no Luke, she thought. She grabbed his hand and pumped it twice. "Hey, Will. I'm Mara Jade Skywalker."

Riker's mouth opened, but no sound came out for a few seconds. Finally, he spoke. "Ah, related to Luke down on Yavin? Perhaps a younger sister?"

Mara giggled a bit. "Ah, no." She held up her left hand and flashed him her wedding ring.

Riker nodded, then turned his head back to Picard. "As I said, sir, Admiral Ross would like to speak to you."

The captain nodded. "I'll take it in my ready room." He saluted Mara with his foil before leaving.

Mara glanced at Riker. "Do much fencing?" she asked.

Riker shook his head. "Actually, I prefer bat'leths to foils."

Mara's ears perked up at that. "Really? Ever think about lightsabers?"

Riker's brow furrowed. "What's a lightsaber?"

A laugh escaped Mara's lips again, this one with more warmth and heart than the giggles she let loose earlier. "Let's go down to Yavin, and my husband and I can give you some lessons on it, but only if you promise to show me some basic bat'leth moves."

Riker smiled, and the two left the gym for one of the transporter rooms.
*****
Captain's Log: Stardate 53070.9. Admiral Ross informs me that the Federation Council has been informed of Spock and Worf's negotiations and are quite pleased with their progress. He also mentioned commendations for not only me, but the crew as well.

On another note, I have authorized shore leave for the crew. After this mission, I feel they deserve a bit of a rest.

Riker held the small cylinder away from his body and pressed a small button on it. A brilliant sapphire beam shot out from it, driving away shadows and brightening the training area in which he, Mara and Luke stood. He waved the blade around experimentally, not entirely sure what to do with it. "It's weightless," he said, slowly smiling.

Luke nodded from the sidelines. "We use the Force to instinctively know where the blade is at all times."

The commander nodded, experimentally slashing the air with the blade.

Mara swung around a bat'leth, looking like a natural with it. "Man, this thing is cool!" she gushed, swinging it overhead. She looked over at Riker. "Thanks for the lessons."

Riker glanced back over at her. "Thanks. I won first place at a non-Klingon bat'leth tournament a few years ago. I'm just glad I kept it up." He thrust the blue blade forward.

Luke's blue eyes observed the commander as he practiced. "Not bad, William."

A smile flashed on Riker's face. "Oh, call me Will. Okay? I don't stand too much on formality."

Luke nodded and chuckled, his stern features dissolving into that of well, that of a farm boy off the moisture farm. It was a sharp contrast with the black shirt, pants and single glove over his right hand.

Mara's body danced along with the bat'leth, almost as if she was performing a ballet. Riker paused to admire her, but soon felt someone glaring at him. He turned his head and noted Luke looking at him. "She is magnificent," he said. Riker nodded, then began swinging the lightsaber around a bit more.

Mara glanced over. "You need more control, or you might lose an arm. Tighten up the swings, Willy."
*****
Data stood in front of the Great Temple, paintbrush in hand. He dabbed a bit of paint onto the brush and applied it to a piece of canvas mounted on an easel, looking over at his subject with his golden eyes. "Please raise your lightsaber three centimeters, Lusa," he asked.

The centaur nodded and held her silvery plasma blade a little higher. "How's that, Mister Data?"

He glanced over and smiled. "That is perfect. And please, call me Data." He continued painting while, off to the side, Lusa's friend Raynar Thul watched.

The young man glanced over at Data's painting and rubbed his chin in thought. "Not bad. You could make a pretty good living as an artist if your career in Starfleet doesn't work out."

Data smiled and put one more brushstroke on the canvas. "I am done."

Lusa trotted over and peered over Data's shoulder. A gasp escaped her lips. "Oh, it's beautiful!" she said.

Data waited a few moments for the paint to dry, then removed it from the easel and presented it to the Chironian. "I wish for you to have it, Lusa."

Lusa's mouth dropped open in shock. "Oh, I couldn't!"

Data's brow furrowed. "Lusa, I requested you pose for me so I could paint this for you. I wish for you to have it."

Lusa's brown eyes moistened a bit. She gingerly reached out and took the painting. "Thank you," she whispered.

Data nodded. "You are welcome."

A high-pitched whistling cut through the air and a small, cylindrical droid rolled up. He was mostly white with blue trim and a large, red photoreceptor on the top of his dome. [Hey, you! You see Threepio around anywhere?]

Data leaned over and stared at the small astromech droid. "I have not seen See-Threepio for three days may I ask, who are you?"

Lusa chuckled. "That's Artoo-Detoo, Data. He's an astromech droid." She leaned her humanoid body forward a bit and looked down at him. "Threepio's up on the Enterprise, Artoo. He won't be down for a bit."

The droid blatted and beeped. [Oh, great! Tionne needs him for some translation work. What the hell am I supposed to tell her now?]

Data shrugged. "You simply tell her that See-Threepio is unavailable."

R2's domed head swiveled around and his entire body canted up. [Holy-you can understand me? Heh, you're smarter than the average humanoid,] he whistled.

Data shrugged. "I am an android with a positronic brain. In some way, humans and other organic beings are smarter than I am." He sighed and let a wave of sadness pass over him.

Lusa's brown eyes widened in shock. "Hey, I felt you feel that sadness!" She paused for a moment, and her head canted to the left. "Wait. I mean I felt your emotions, as if you were-"

Data interrupted her. "As if I were alive?" he said, a bit of bittersweetness tingeing his words. Lusa's mouth opened and closed, but Data waved her off. "I am not offended, Lusa. However, please note that what you are made of is less important than who you are." He looked back and down at R2. "Your language is simple binary code. I am curious. Why do you not have a vocalizer unit like See-Threepio?"

Artoo whistled and rocked back and forth. [Oh, that gets me so angry! Do you know how much it would've cost for those things to be installed in my unit run? Do you?] Raynar opened his mouth, but Artoo rambled on. [Twenty. lousy. Credits. Can you believe it?]

Data shook his head. "It is most odd." He knelt down. "Artoo, would it be permissible for me to accompany you to this Tionne? I am quite skilled in translations."

The astromech whistled and made several other noises. [Hey, that'd be great!]

Data turned to Lusa. "I hope you enjoy the painting, Lusa."

She smiled and bowed. "May the Force be with you, Data."

He smiled. "And may it be with you." He turned to Raynar, nodded and then followed Artoo back to the Jedi Temple.

Lusa let out a sigh as a goofy smile crossed her face. "He's pretty interesting," she said.

Raynar's blue eyes darted from her to the receding Data. "Ah, Lusa? You realize he's just a really, really advanced machine, right?"

A shocked look crossed her face. She turned her upper body around and scowled at the young man. "Data is more than some mere 'machine', Raynar Thul!" And with that, she turned and trotted off.

Raynar groaned and followed. "Wait, Lusa! I didn't mean it like that! Lusa!"

Chapter Four: Pirates Ahoy!
Picard walked down to transporter room four, a look of eagerness barely on his face. He had finished all of his work for the day and was off-duty. Now he could go down to the temples dotting the landscape of Yavin IV.

Grand Admiral Pellaeon walked beside him. "Are you sure you won't join me on Yavin?" Picard asked.

Pellaeon shook his head. "Thank you, but no. I've never been one to crawl around in ancient structures. I prefer getting my hands dirty in my garden, among living things."

The com system sounded out and Deanna Troi's voice came through. "Captain?"

Picard tapped his combadge. "Yes, Counselor?" he asked.

"Sir, this might seem very odd, but I had this terrible, awful feeling sweep over me a few moments ago."

Picard and Pellaeon both stopped in their tracks. "A feeling?" Picard asked. "What do you mean?"

Before she could answer, Leia ran up to Picard. "Captain, Captain!" she shouted. "I just had a premonition concerning my daughter. She's in terrible danger!"

Picard looked over at Pellaeon. "Are precognitive abilities the norm here?"

Pellaeon shrugged. "My advice is to trust bad feelings, Jean-Luc. They usually turn out to be true."

Picard walked to the nearest turbolift door, Pellaeon and Leia trailing behind him. "Bridge," the captain said upon entering. He turned his head to Leia on his left "Is there anything more you can tell me?"

She half-closed her brown eyes and stretched out with the Force, seeking out the innumerable paths of the future. "She isn't alone. Zekk is with her, as he always will be." She shuddered. "And then I see blackness, horrible-ysalamiri!"

Picard turned to Pellaeon and the admiral's mustache twitched. "They're a creature that can repel the Force, for lack of a better word." The lift doors opened, allowing the three to enter the bridge.

Deanna stood near the command section, hands folded in front of her and a worried look on her face. She looked up at Picard, who spoke. "Councilor, have you had anymore visions or something of that nature?"

She shook her head, sending her long, black hair swirling about. "No, sir. It just came to me on the bridge."

The door to the observation lounge suddenly opened, allowing both Spock and Tenel Ka to enter. "Captain, my friends are in danger," Tenel Ka said.

Picard held up his hands palm out. "Well, one premonition of doom is enough to give me pause. Three within such a short time worries me." He looked over to the tactical station just in time to see Tirsek relieving the beta shift officer. "Commander. Please conduct a scan of the system. I want to know if there's any-"

Tirsek interrupted him. "We have two hyperspace reversions on the edge of the system, sir! The first registers as a Hapan passenger freighter, the Rock Dragon. The second is a freighter of unknown origin."

Tenel Ka looked over to the viewscreen with her cool, gray eyes. "Jaina, Zekk," she mumbled.

Picard overheard her and noted the names. "Commander Tirsek, contact Will and Data and have them beam aboard immediately."

The Andorian nodded and began to work. She suddenly shouted, "Sir, we have weapons fire from the unknown! She's attacking the Rock Dragon!"

Picard and Deanna both sat in their chairs. "Red alert! All hands to battle stations!"

[Mikey]

Continued pwnage. I'm very glad tos ee more of this.

[Mark]

Yipee!!! I thought this story went the way of Rochey's Insurrection mockery, but I'm glad to see its back with a vengence.

[Nickswitz]

Yes, keep up the good work, this is great, it isn't all oooo, the force is better than not, we will own you as most are, I would however like to see more between Q, ben, and Jim, Q's smart remarks are too much fun... lol

[RK_Striker_JK_5]

Mikey-Ah, but what sort of pwnage? lol, in all seriousness, thank you. What did youy think of Data interacting with Lusa, Raynar and Artoo, if I may ask?

Mark-LOL, sorry about that. I don't know why I didn't update for so long.

nickswitz-I hate that, too. Balance, interaction are the key to good crossovers... and more with those three is coming up.

Here we go!

*****
The Rock Dragon shuddered as repeated lasers slammed into its shields. Both Jaina and Zekk rocked in their seats. Zekk's gloved hands were gripped on the control stick as he fought to keep the cruiser under some semblance of control. "This is fun," he muttered.

Jaina laughed hollowly. "Well, I said our last mission was boring. I didn't know it'd end up like this!" The ship rocked again, tossing both Jedi trainees about. The console in front of Jaina sparked and smoked, causing both of their eyes to water and squeeze partially shut.

Suddenly, Zekk's danger sense flashed. "Jaina, look out!" he shouted, grabbing her shoulder and pulling her out of her seat mere seconds before the console exploded, engulfing Zekk's arm in a reddish-orange fireball. His green eyes crossed and a strangled cry escaped his lips. The young man fell to the floor and batted at his arm, desperate to put out the smoldering fabric.

Jaina knelt down, unzipped her jacket and wrapped it around his arm, smothering the embers. "Thanks," Zekk said through gritted teeth.

A sudden grinding noise startled the both of them. It continued for a few seconds before a large crash reverberated throughout the ship. Both reached out with their senses and scanned the Dragon. "I can't feel anyone on board," Jaina said. She got to her feet and gingerly helped Zekk up.

They took a few steps out into the corridor-and came face to face with some rather unsavory types. Three humans, a Twi'lek and a Rodian stood with blaster rifles at the ready.

Before she could speak or even formulate a word, Jaina's brown eyes fell upon a backpack that each one of them wore. A small fur-covered lizard was hooked up to a frame and sat on a pipe. Suddenly, she felt a bit lightheaded. She glanced to Zekk and, with a start, realized she couldn't feel him. His pale countenance also had a look of panic on it.

A taller human pushed his way through the five humanoids in front. "I picked them up at Myrkr after escaping from Corellia," he spat out.

Jaina's mouth went dry and her breathing quickened. "But-but-but" she sputtered.

The older man shrugged. "Well, nice to see that someone from my family remembers me." He turned to Zekk. "You have any idea who I am, boy?" he asked with a sneer.

Zekk shrugged and put on a mask of bravado. "No clue."

Thracken Sal-Solo, black sheep cousin to Han Solo and Jaina's disgraced uncle, rubbed his scraggly beard.

But before he could speak, Jaina snapped out of her reverie. "He's Dad's cousin, a lying, backstabbing piece of trash that should-"

She was cut off when Sal-Solo stepped forward and slapped her across the mouth. "Respect your elders, you little brat!" he screamed.

Jaina's head snapped back and a small trickle of blood wound its way across her reddened cheek. Zekk grabbed at the old man, but one of the humans hit him in the stomach with the butt of his blaster rifle, sending him down to the deck plating.

Sal-Solo growled. "You two kids shall help me get revenge on that no-good piece of trash Han Solo." As Jaina knelt down to help Zekk, Sal-Solo walked over to the pilot console and activated the com unit. "I know you can hear me, Han. I have your daughter and her boyfriend. I'll trade them for you." He cut the transmission and walked out of the cockpit. "Tie them up," he ordered.

Jaina let out a cry as she was pulled from Zekk. "Let us go!" she screamed.

Zekk gritted his teeth as his arms were bound behind his back. "Don't worry, Jaina. We'll-argh!" He cried out in pain as the Rodian hit him in the abdomen with his own blaster rifle.

[Shut up, worm!] he chattered.
*****
Picard watched as Leia, Deanna, Riker, Tirsek, Data, Pellaeon, Luke, Tenel Ka, Chewie, Worf, Han, Anakin and Jacen walked in and sat down around the conference table. Both Han and Jacen had beamed up to the Enterprise a few moments ago and were looking quite antsy.

Han's mouth was a grim line and his eyes were darting back and forth while Jacen mumbled to himself. "I can't feel her. She's not there."

Data glanced over at Jacen. "Jacen, what do you mean by that?"

The young man shrugged. "We're twins, Data. We've got this mental link that lets us know how the other one's doing."

Picard clasped his hands together. "Would that be helpful in any way? Could you send her a message?"

Jacen shook his head. "No, Captain. Like I just said, I can't sense anything from her."

Luke cast his gaze down to the table in thought. "They must have ysalamiri over there." His blue eyes lifted slightly. "I'd feel their death."

Picard nodded and turned his head slightly to look over at Leia. "You know who sent that transmission?"

Leia nodded, her brown eyes narrow. "It's Thracken Sal-Solo. He's the black nerf of the family." She quickly explained what happened in the Corellia System nine years ago and his role in trying to install a xenophobic government in the entire sector.

Tirsek's right eyebrow arched. "Is this centerpoint station still active?"

Anakin reflexively opened and closed his right hand. "Only if I want it to, Lieutenant Commander."

Luke cleared his throat. "So, how do we get my niece and her fiancé back?"

Pellaeon shrugged. "I think it's rather obvious. Use that transportation device to beam Jaina and Zekk off and then cripple their freighter."

Data shook his head in response. "I am afraid standard transporters cannot penetrate energy shields, Admiral."

Pellaeon's blue eyes widened a bit as he caught a word. " 'Standard transporters'? Are there non-standard ones?"

The android's yellow eyes flickered back and forth. "There are subspace transporters and folded-space transporters, but they each take approximately a half-hour to set up."

Han abruptly slammed his hands on the table. "Forget all that, okay? He wants me for Jaina and Zekk, so I give him me."

He began to stand up, but Riker shot out of his seat and motioned for him to sit back down. "Han, we'll get them back, but not if you run off half-cocked! That's what Thracken wants you to do."

Tirsek thought for a moment. "Wait a moment. If we send Han over, they'll have to lower their shields, right?"

Picard snapped his fingers. "Data, can we tight-beam two people onto the Rock Dragon just as they lower their shields?"

Data's face broke into a goofy grin. "Of course, sir! While we send Han over, we send two people into the Rock Dragon and have them retake the ship!"

Chewie slammed his paw on the table. [I will be one to go over!] he growled. [Thracken will rue the day he crawled out from the rock he was under!]

Worf nodded vigorously. "And I wish to go over as well. This Sal-Solo is a dishonorable qoH and should be killed."

Picard sighed. No way to dissuade either one of them. "Report to transporter room two." He tapped his combadge. "Helm, set course for the Rock Dragon, warp seven."

Worf turned to Chewie as the two rose from their seats and tugged on his ambassadorial robe. "I shall be down shortly. I need my armor and bat'leth."

Chewie snarled. [My ryyk blades call for Thracken's blood. I will be there.]

The Enterprise pivoted on its axis and moved out of orbit. The blue warp field emitters flashed as the space/time continuum around the Sovereign-class ship was distorted, sending the ship hurtling across the system. Ten minutes later, the warp field collapsed and the Enterprise slowed to sublight speeds.

Two vessels joined by a docking tube floated slightly above the saucer section and to starboard. One was a modified CEC Barloz-class freighter. It resembled a wide arrowhead, with the cockpit in front and a sensor dish mounted right above. Quad laser cannons were mounted amidships and on a turret on the dorsal surface. It was connected to the Rock Dragon by a two-meter long tube.
*****
Han entered the Enterprise's main shuttle bay and walked up to the Alderaan, his wife's personal freighter. He boarded it amidships and entered the cockpit at the front. He sealed the ship and activated the repulsorlifts, sending the ship up.

The aft thrusters fired, launching the ship out of the hangar and away from the Enterprise. Han took a moment to admire the clean lines of the Sovereign-class battleship before turning back to the control console and a small light blinking on and off. He pressed a button right below it, activating the holocomm unit.

A small disk glowed blue and Thracken's head materialized right above it. "About time, Han," he snarled.

The former smuggler clenched and unclenched his fists. "What do you want me to do, Thracken?"

Thracken's head bobbed. "Dock on the starboard side. We'll let your daughter and her boyfriend board your ship, but after you're on my ship."

Han's brown eyes bore into the holographic image of his cousin. "If you've hurt either one of them " he threatened.

Thracken laughed. "There's not a damned thing you can do about it." His head looked down. "I'm lowering the shields. I don't want that whatever it is to fire, or else!"

The Alderaan pivoted on its axis and lined up with the freighter's starboard docking port. The starboard maneuvering thrusters fired briefly, sending the Alderaan on its way.

On the Enterprise, Tirsek noted the lack of shields. "Shields are down, Captain."

Picard nodded and spoke. "Transporter room two, are Worf and Chewbacca ready?"
*****
Both Wookiee and Klingon stood on the transporter pad. Chewie had a ryyk blade in his left hand and his bowcaster slung over his shoulder. His baldric held ammunition and a small explosive.

Worf was in full Klingon armor and had his bat'leth at the ready. He also had a knife and a disruptor holstered. "We are ready, Captain," he boomed. He looked over at the transporter technician. "Energize."

Both were enveloped in a sparkly column of energy as their molecules were disassembled, beamed across space and reassembled in the cockpit of the Rock Dragon. Worf's vision quickly adapted to the low level of lighting. He and Chewie quickly left it and walked down a corridor until they reached the ship's airlock.

[Han will signal us when he's in position,] Chewie growled out, barely audible.

Worf nodded, and the two warrior settled in and waited.
*****
The Alderaan's port thrusters fired, slowing the ship down and enabling it to extend a docking tube. The collar at the end hooked onto the freighter's airlock and sealed, allowing a breathable atmosphere to form.

Han took a few breaths to steady himself before leaving the cockpit and walking down to the airlock. He pressed a button on the control panel and turned a wheel mounted on the main hatch, opening it up. He walked across the tube to the freighter and waited a few seconds.

The hatch on the other side opened up and two pairs of hands grabbed Han, hauling him over to the center of the fairly large cargo bay. Thracken stood in the middle with Jaina and Zekk.

Han's blood boiled when he saw a red imprint on Jaina's face. He also noted Zekk had trouble standing up straight. He clenched his fists together in anger. "You son of a Hutt " he growled.

Thracken smirked. "Oh, they're not permanently damaged-at least not yet." The older Solo's face hardened. "Now then, cousin. Are you ready?"

Han flashed his trademark roguish half-smile. "Oh yeah, I'm ready!"

On the other side of the cargo bay, at the port airlock, Worf and Chewie readied themselves. The Wookiee put the explosive on the hatch and stepped back. His paw held a small remote. [Fire in the hole!] he shouted, pressing a button.

Worf tensed as the shaped charge detonated, blowing a large hole in the door and spraying the debris out like shrapnel. Thracken's mercenaries ducked and dodged as the superheated metal flew.

The elder Solo's face turned purple with rage. "You damned fool! You-"

Han took a few steps forward, leaned back and sent a right hook sailing at his brother's chin. His face was stone as Thracken crumbled to the deck. "You don't hurt my family," Han spat out, towering over his cousin.

The five associates of Thracken scrambled to the hole in the airlock. A cloud of dust hovered in the air and the previous explosion had flash-blinded them. When their vision cleared, they saw a Wookiee and an unidentified humanoid standing there.

Both had bloodlust in their eyes and songs of glory in their heart.[ Now we fight together, honor brother,] Chewie snarled.

Worf hoisted his bat'leth into the air. "Heghlu'meH QaQ jajvam!" he shouted.

The mercenaries opened fire, but their poorly aimed shots missed and gave Chewie and Worf ample time to close the distance.

Worf swung his bat'leth and impaled the Rodian in his gut, ripping through the flesh and dropping him to the ground. Two of the humans jumped him, but he batted the first aside and blocked a swing from the second, breaking his forearm with a simple twist and bend.

Chewie, meanwhile, had gutted the Twi'lek and had the human by the throat. He lifted him high in the air with one paw and roared right in his face. [You hurt my family!] He dropped the human to the deck and brought his paw down onto the top of his head-hard. The mercenary's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fell to the deck.

Han, meanwhile, waited for Thracken to get back up. The elder Solo slowly rose, only to be kicked in the gut. Blood flew from Thracken's mouth as Han taunted him. "Not so tough, are you? You don't have your goons and you're not bigger than I am."

Sal-Solo dove at Han's legs, but Han simply kicked him in the mouth. He stalked Thracken as he crawled away, clutching his midsection. "Please don't " he said, pain lacing through the words.

Han reached down, grabbed him by the collar and hauled him to his feet. "You deserve to die, but you know what? I'm not gonna kill you." He looked over at Jaina, who had a bit of fear in her brown eyes. She had never seen her Daddy act like this, and it scared her a bit. The two Solos locked identical brown eyes for a moment before Han turned back to Thracken.

"I'll turn you over to the courts and let them have you. And you'd better pray that you get sent to the Tattooine stockade for life plus infinity. Because if you get out, I'll be watching you. No matter where you go, no matter what you do, my shadow will be hovering over you like Lord Nyax on spice. And if you slip up just a little bit," Han held his left hand up to Thracken's face with the index finger and thumb close together, "I'll be there to finish what I started here. Get it?"

Thracken mumbled, "Got it."

Han let go of his collar and dropped him to the deck. "Good."
*****
Captain's log: Supplemental. Chief of State Solo has expressed her profound gratitude for our help in rescuing her Jaina Solo and her fiancé. I feel this has cemented ties between the New Republic and the Federation. There will be a formal reception held in ten-forward later today.

Jacen sat on the roof of the Great Temple and looked out at the jungle of Yavin IV. His feet kicked the air as he sighed and thought about Tenel Ka. Right now she was on the Enterprise at the reception, probably with Worf and drinking that prune juice.

A sudden noise from behind startled him. He scrambled to his feet as a silvery column of energy appeared on the roof. It cleared, revealing a vision of pure beauty.

Tenel Ka stepped forward. She wore a maroon dress and had her reddish hair flowing down her back like a waterfall of fire. She walked up to Jacen and looked down slightly at him. "Friend Jacen, what are you doing here?"

Jacen's brown eyes blinked twice. "Huh?"

Tenel Ka let out a sigh. "I need an escort for the reception. Will you do that for me?"

Jacen's mouth dropped open in shock. "Me? But what about Worf?"

Tenel Ka's gray eyes drilled into him. "What about Worf?" she asked, her voice sounding quite frosty.

The younger Jedi shrugged. "Well, you two seemed close. I mean, he's a warrior and you're a warrior. You're both politically powerful."

Tenel Ka arched an eyebrow. "And we are good friends, but that is all. I love you."

Jacen let out a squeak. "You do?"

The Hapan princess leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "I do, and that is a fact." She tapped a combadge on her dress and spoke. "Transporter room, please transport Jacen and I to the reception."

A male voice came over the speaker. "Ready."

She nodded and half-smiled. "Energize." As she and Jacen dissolved, she turned to him. "Jacen, what do you think about me receiving a prosthetic "
*****
In ten-forward, Lusa cradled a glass of ale and looked around. Captain Picard had allowed certain Jedi up to the reception, but Lusa couldn't figure out why she was one of them. She sensed a familiar person approaching from behind and turned to him. "Hey, Data," she said.

The android's right eyebrow shot up. "That is quite remarkable, Lusa. If I may ask, does your ability have a range limit?"

She turned her equine body around to face him. "Well, sort of. It depends on how well you know the person and how strong you are in the Force." She shifted her weight from one foreleg to the other. "Ah, Data. Why did Captain Picard invite me here?"

Data let a chuckle escape. "Actually, I asked him to. I remember you asking about Starfleet while I painted your picture."

Lusa snorted. "Data, you remember everything. Why is that special?"

He took a step forward. "Have you given any consideration to what you will do after your training as a Jedi is complete?"

The Chironian looked about. "I just assumed I'd go from planet to planet, helping out those in need."

Data's yellow eyes locked with her brown eyes. "I would ask you to consider joining Starfleet, Lusa."

Lusa's mouth dropped and she fumbled a bit with her glass, nearly dropping it. "Me? In Starfleet?"

Data nodded. "Your skills and knowledge would be invaluable, and it would enable you to help people across a quadrant."

The Jedi trainee stammered for a bit. "But-but Starfleet's military! I'm not sure if I could serve in your navy."

Data waved her off. "Although Starfleet is the primary defensive arm of the Federation, our primary mandate is exploration of the galaxy. We only fight as a last resort." He smiled. "It is a code not unlike that of the Jedi."

Lusa thought about Data's offer. Truth be told, she wasn't quite sure what she would do after the Academy. And there could be worse career choices than Starfleet. She shifted her stance a bit and said. "I shall consider it, Mister Data."

The android smiled. "That is all I ask."

Off in a corner, Deanna stood over a table occupied by Anakin and his friend Tahiri. They both had a tall, frosty glass of root beer topped by a scoop of ice cream. "And this is what we call a root beer float," she said. "Go on, try it!"

Tahiri took an experimental sip, then took a longer sip. She put it down onto the table and wiped his mouth. "That was great, Ms. Troi! I'm really, really glad Anakin introduced me to this drink. It's from Earth, right? And that's pretty neat, too, how humans from your universe or whatever know what your home world is. Here, we've got no idea. Strange, isn't it? I mean-"

Deanna pushed Tahiri's glass forward a bit. "Want some more root beer, hon?"

Tahiri nodded and grabbed the mug, taking another drink.

Deanna let a sigh escape her lips, but sensed a familiar presence approaching. She turned and saw Leia walking to her with purpose. "Councilor, may I see you for a moment?" Leia asked.

Deanna sensed a bit of urgency from the woman, but nothing too serious. "Of course."

The two women exited the bar and entered a side corridor. Leia turned and faced the half-Betazoid, half-human councilor. "Councilor, I'd like your permission to run a small experiment with you. I'd like to probe an area of your brain."

Deanna frowned, but she sensed no malice or ill will from Leia. She nodded and dropped some of her mental defenses, letting her in.

Leia probed deep into Deanna's mind, touching upon the primal area, the 'reptile portion' of Deanna's brain. And although she was ready for it, preparation didn't make the telekinetic shove any less painful.

Deanna's eyes went wide as she saw Leia fly back down the corridor. "Leia! My god, what was that?" She ran over and helped the chief of state to her feet.

"That, my dear councilor, is proof of what I suspected," Leia said, smiling. "You're Force sensitive, my dear."

Deanna's mouth dropped in shock. "What?"

Leia snickered. "That little shove is a reflexive action that all Force sensitive beings do when that portion of their mind is probed." Her manner grew serious. "Deanna, you have a gift, a precious gift."

Deanna sighed and tapped a spot on her neck just below her right ear. "I'll have to think about this," she said.

Leia nodded. "I understand." She turned, but paused. "Deanna, are your powers inherent of all Betazoids?"

The councilor thought about that "Oh, my." She let out a breath. "I'm only half-Betazoid." A sudden thought flashed in her mind. "Are there any species in your galaxy that are all Force sensitive?"

Leia's brow furrowed as she thought. "There are a few, like the vornskrs and-"

Deanna interrupted her. "I mean sentient species."

Leia's mouth opened slightly and she nodded in understanding. "There are a few."

Deanna shuddered as the implications sank in. Could it be? Are all Betazoids really Force sensitive?

Leia picked up on her thoughts and sent her a message through the Force. I don't know, Deanna. Normally, only a few members of a species can touch the Force.

Deanna cleared her throat and spoke. "I'd like to talk to Captain Picard about this."

Leia half-smiled. "He's waiting for you in his ready room. I told him about the test, just in case you turned out to be Force sensitive."

Deanna motioned to the hall. "Would you accompany me up there?" Leia nodded and the two walked off.
*****

Finishing up part one in the next post. Please read and review.

[RK_Striker_JK_5]

Thus ends part one of my SW/ST crossover. Next, an interlude, followed by part two.

Here we go!

*****
Five minutes later, Deanna and Leia stood in Captain Picard's ready room. Leia quickly explained just what being Force sensitive meant. She also talked about the Dark Side and the consequences of turning to it.

Picard shuddered as Leia talked of the Sith-and Darth Vader. "You would recommend Deanna stay at Luke's academy and learn the way of the Jedi?" he asked.

Leia glanced at Deanna with her brown eyes. "I do. But the decision, ultimately, is up to Deanna here." She motioned to the councilor while talking.

Deanna paced about the room for a moment, thinking. "Captain, I believe I'm due for some leave time," she finally said.

Picard half-smiled. "I'll see to it, Councilor." He let out a sigh. "Although I will admit, the Enterprise will miss you while you're training."

Deanna smiled and actually blushed a bit. "Why, thank you." Her smile turned down somewhat. "And I shall miss you, Captain."
*****
Back at the party, Tenel Ka and Jacen mingled a bit more before the Hapan princess grabbed Jacen's hand. "I have something to show you," she said, leading him out of ten-forward. They went up to a turbolift car and entered. "Deck seven," Tenel Ka said. Her gray eyes landed on Jacen and took in his rumpled hair, goofy grin and dark brown eyes. Eyes that she could get lost in for hours

"So, what's on deck seven?"

Jacen's sudden question startled Tenel Ka. "Ah, aha. What is on deck seven?" The doors opened, allowing them to leave. Tenel Ka walked forward, her shoes clacking on the deck plating. Jacen struggled to keep up as she approached a door. Tenel Ka raised her good arm and pressed a series of buttons on a control panel next to the door. "Computer, please load holodeck program Tenel Ka 1A."

The computer beeped before a quasi-feminine voice sounded out. "Program complete. Enter when ready."

Tenel Ka stepped up to the door and it slid open. She glanced at Jacen and quirked an eyebrow at him. "Coming?"

Jacen's head whipped over. "Oh, sorry!" He ran over to her side. "So, this is a holodeck," he remarked. His brown eyes went wide as he took in the scenery. He took a few steps forward onto sand. The young man bent down and picked up a handful of the silicate, letting it run through his fingers. "This is incredible," he whispered, voice soft with awe. His brown eyes looked up at the sunset on the horizon and he let a low whistle out. "Now this is holographic technology," he said.

Tenel Ka stepped forward and turned to him. "It is nice."

Jacen's breath left him as he saw her, flame-red hair silhouetted by the sun. She was a vision of beauty to him. He walked up to her brushed her cheek with his hand and stammered. "You-you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen." And with that, he kissed her lightly on the lips.

Jacen would be the first to admit that it wasn't the best kiss ever, but that would hopefully improve with time.

Tenel Ka blushed slightly after he broke off. "That was most enjoyable," she finally said.

Jacen flashed her an approximation of his father's famous smile. "Ah, thanks."

Tenel Ka then blessed Jacen with a smile before initiating the kiss this time.
*****
The next week passed fairly quickly for Deanna. She wrapped up her last counseling appointments, completed paperwork for her leave of absence, sent some of her personal effects back to Betazed and chose what she wanted to take with her down to Yavin IV. On her next to last day on the Enterprise, the door chime sounded. "Come in, Will."

The door slid open, revealing a slightly surprised Riker. "Is that going to become commonplace?" he asked, a smile on his face.

Deanna sighed and walked over to him. "Oh, Will I could always sense if it was you or not."

Riker suddenly took her hand. "I know, imzadi." He hesitated, dropped her hand and walked over to the window.

Deanna could sense nervousness, fear and a bit of giddiness from him. She walked over. "Will, what is it?"

He turned back, and she saw pain in his blue eyes. "Deanna, I don't want to lose you again. I think back to when we first separated and what a fool I was." His hand went for his pants pocket and he pulled out a small box. "I know you'll probably laugh in my face, but I have to ask." Riker went down to one knee and opened the box.

Deanna gasped as she saw the ring. "Oh, Will-"

Riker plowed on. "Deanna Troi, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

Deanna's mouth dropped in shock. "Will I don't know what to say." She took the ring and held it up to the light. "This must've cost you a bit."

Riker shrugged. "It was two month's pay." He got to his feet and took Deanna's hand in his. "Imzadi, I love you. And I don't want to lose you again."

Deanna felt her breath catch in her throat. She didn't know what to say, but some small voice in the back of her head spoke up. Say yes. "Yes, Will. I will marry you."

Riker took the ring from the box and slipped it onto Deanna's slender ring finger. "Deanna, you've made me the happiest man in Starfleet-no the Milky Way," he said.

Deanna smiled. "Somehow, I knew you'd say that."

Riker stroked her long, black hair while she leaned in and kissed him.
*****
Captain's log: Stardate 53075.2. The Enterprise has been recalled to Federation space. We leave behind Councilor Troi so she may begin learning about the Force. I wish her the best of luck in this. However, we shall be bringing back with us a young woman known as Lusa. Lieutenant Commander Data is sponsoring her application to Starfleet Academy. And there is a little matter of a challenge from Han Solo to Commander Riker

Han looked from his cards at the man across the table. Riker leaned back with an air of nonchalance about him, as if he hadn't a care in the world. Han was pretty much the same way. His mind reeled as he struggled to remember the various rules and regulations of this, the most complicated game Han Solo had ever played. For this wasn't poker, sabacc or any other simple game.

This was fizzbin.

Both men were in ten forward. Picard, Luke, Leia, Mara, Data, Threepio, Worf, Tenel Ka, Jacen, Anakin-with a mug of root beer-Jaina, Zekk, Riker and Deanna stood around the table, watching the action. Cameras relayed the action to screens around the Enterprise and to one set up in the Grand Audience Chamber of the Jedi Academy.

Both men started with seven cards. Han drew a card from one of the four discard piles, but it wasn't one he wanted.

He went to put it back, but Data cleared his throat. "I am sorry, Han, but you cannot discard that one."

Han scowled while Riker picked up a card. It was a king.

He discarded it, but Data cleared his throat again. "Commander, I must remind you that you must now discard another card."

Riker's blue eyes flickered from the android to his cards. He picked out a card and discarded it.

Han drew a two. After a few seconds, Data again cleared his throat. "Han, since it is night, you must discard that two."

Han's brown eyes went up to Data. "Ah, Data? We're in space. It's always night."

Data's mouth opened, but no sound came out.

Both men looked at each other, rolled their eyes and looked back down at their cards. After a few more rounds of play, the main stack of cards was exhausted, signaling the end of play. Data spoke again. "Now, please lay your cards on the table and I shall see who won." The android's yellow eyes flickered back and forth, taking in the combination of cards. "Han has a pair of sevens, or a half fizzbin."

The former smuggler rubbed his temple and groaned. That was the worst hand to get!

Data then looked over at a beaming Riker. The commander got up to get the pile of chips-and one DL-44 blaster pistol-but Data stopped him. "I am sorry, Commander, but you have three jacks, or a shronk." He motioned to Han. "Han Solo wins."

Leia patted her husband on the shoulder. "Nice job, Han!"

The scruffy-looking man shrugged, rose from his seat and extended his hand to Riker. "Nice game, Will. I didn't understand a damned thing that happened, but it was fun."

Riker flashed an interesting approximation of Han's smile and grabbed Han's hand, pumping it twice. "It sure was, Han."

While Han and Riker were congratulated on their game, Luke and Spock stood off to the side. "It was an honor meeting you, Master Jedi," Spock said, raising his hand in the traditional Vulcan salute.

Luke half-bowed and returned the salute. "The honor was mine, Ambassador. May your report to the Federation Council go well." He suddenly looked askance at Spock, almost as if he was looking through him. "Ambassador, may I perform an experiment on you?"

Spock's right eyebrow shot up in curiosity. "An experiment? Fascinating."

Luke smiled and reached out with the Force, probing Spock's mind, reaching down into the primal areas of the Vulcan mind

Leia and Mara's danger sense flared. Both looked up and shouted, "Luke, don't!" but it was too late. The Jedi Master went flying across ten forward. Both sister and wife latched onto him, braking him just before he slammed into the wall.

Luke was telekinetically lowered onto two shaky legs. He smoothed out his shirt and took several dozen calming breaths before speaking. "Ambassador, that speech might have to wait."
*****
Jim chuckled. "I knew it. There was always something about Spock. I just didn't know what!"

Ben shook his head and smiled. "I would've liked to meet Spock in life."

The former captain nodded. "He was remarkable."

Off to the side, Q rolled his eyes. "Are you two done yet?"

Jim turned his head to him. "And what else are we supposed to be doing, Q? We're both dead!"

The trickster sighed. "And so what?" He walked over. "Ben, have you looked up Siri, or Anakin since you arrived?"

Ben's blue eyes narrowed. "Actually, Siri and I are going on a double date with Padme and Anakin."

Q smirked. "Well, that's good." He looked over at Jim. "And does captain courageous have any plans?"

Before he could answer, a voice from behind Q did the unthinkable; it startled him. "There you are!"

All three men looked over and saw a human woman marching over. She wore a white sleeveless shirt, dark green miniskirt, elbow-length gloves and dark green knee-high boots. She held a metallic staff topped by a blood-red sphere and carried herself with great seriousness.

Q let a sigh escape his lips. "Setsuna, what are you doing here?" He suddenly held up his hands in fright. "I didn't do anything! The Enter-"

Meiou Setsuna turned her scarlet eyes on him and sighed. "I'm not here for you-this time." She walked past him and took Jim by the arm. "So, where do you wish to go for our second date?" she asked.

Jim turned to a shocked Ben and Q. "Well, gentlemen, time to go." He and Setsuna-AKA Sailor Pluto- walked off into the mist.

Q growled. "He's been dead for five years and he still gets the girls."

Ben shrugged. "Well, he's not the only one." He patted Q on the shoulder before walking off as well.

Q sighed and looked about. "Oh, well. I wonder what Sisko's been up to." And with that he snapped his fingers and vanished in a flash of light.

Epilogue
2381
Captain's log: Stardate 58023.3. The Enterprise has arrived at Starbase 74 for crew rotations and a minor refit. My first officer, Commander Data, is looking forward to the former as he is reunited with a friend of his..

Data turned to the transporter chief. "Energize," he commanded.

The technician slid his hand along three panels, activating the transporter. Five columns of silvery energy appeared on the raised platform, coalescing into two humans, a Vulcan, a Bolian-and Ensign Lusa.

Lusa wore the undershirt and jacket of the standard uniform. The undershirt was colored blue, while she had a single golden pip on her collar. The standard communicator pin adorned the left side of her jacket, while her lightsaber hung from her belt. A small bag completed the look of a new officer on her first deep space assignment. She trotted down off the platform and stood next to the other transfers.

Data handed out a small PADD to each new crewmember. "Welcome to the Enterprise. Your room assignments and other relevant information are all on the PADD you now hold. Please report to your department heads at the beginning of your shift at 0800 hours."

The five turned to leave, Lusa the last, but Data called out to her. "Ensign, will you walk with me a bit?"

Lusa turned her head and froze for a second. "Y-yes, sir!" She froze as Data stepped up to her side. The pair began walking down the corridor, Lusa's hooves clomping on the deck plating.

"I followed your academy career, Lusa. I must say, fifth out of a class of three hundred-eighteen is quite an accomplishment."

Lusa shrugged. "Well, it's not like I went to one of the main training facilities, Sir. I only attended the Betazed annex."

Data waved her off. "It is still impressive." He paused. "I have done a new series of paintings, in retro-Fento from Betazed."

Lusa's mouth broke into a grin as she and the Commander exited the transporter room. "I studied some of his work at the Academy. He's quite popular with the young ladies, but some of the older people feel..."
*****
Bastion
Grand Admiral Gilad Pellaeon looked at his reflection and adjusted his collar. Behind him, his secretary read off his agenda for the day. "Moff Disra's funeral will be at noon local time. You have an appointment with your new tailor at 1000 hours."

Pellaeon nodded and smirked. With Disra's untimely heart attack, the new trade treaties with the Cardassian Union were sure to go through now.

The door chime sounded, causing the secretary to look at her PADD again. "Oh, and it's 1000 hours now."

The double doors opened allowing Pellaeon's new tailor to walk in. "My dear, dear admiral!" he said, holding his arms out. The tailor carried a small briefcase and pulled a rack with several uniforms hanging from it. "It's such a pleasure to work with a man who has such impeccable taste!"

Pellaeon couldn't help but smile at the man's apparently genuine joy. "Why thank you, Mister " The elderly man trailed off as he realized he didn't know his new tailor's name.

The tailor caught onto that and smiled, causing the ridges around his eyes to crinkle a bit. "Oh, what terrible manners I have!" He extended a scaly hand. "My name is Garak. Plain, simple Garak."
*****
Csilla
The hangar bay rocked again, almost tossing Lieutenant Jagged Fel from the ladder leading to his Chiss clawcraft. He steadied himself before continuing his climb to the cockpit. The young man let an uncharacteristic scowl cross his face as he thought back on the past two months.

The invaders had shown up at the edge of the Empire of the Hand and had waltzed right through, burning down the defenses set up by Grand Admiral Thrawn as if they were ice on Tattooine. Then the horde marched on the Chiss Ascendancy itself, destroying the Expeditionary Force and occupying almost the entire region. Now, they were on the doorsteps of Csilla itself, and nothing could stop them.

The hangar shook again, this time causing Jagged's foot so slip off the rung. He caught himself just before falling off.

The com system suddenly sounded out. "Attention, attention! The enemy has broken through our shield and has landed soldiers on the surface. I repeat-" The announcement was cut off by a burst of static. Hidden klaxons and emergency lights suddenly activated, bathing the cavern in red and filling the air with alarms.

Jagged's green eyes darted to the hangar doors. The metal groaned inward before being punctured in a half-dozen places.

Other Chiss readied their weapons and began pouring fire into the holes, but it was all for naught. For every soldier shot, five more took their place. And soon enough, the blasters stopped working altogether.

Jagged tried climbing up the ladder again, but a hand grabbed his flight suit and yanked him off the ladder. He fell to the floor and struck the duracrete with a thud. He looked up and gasped. "Shankywr?" he whispered, eyes going wide and mouth agape.

Standing over him was his old friend, Shawnk'yr'nuruodo-but it wasn't her. Her blue skin was paler, now. And in place of her duty uniform, black armor covered her body. Tubes ran across her chest and jutted from what little exposed skin there was. Shawnkyr's right arm was, from the elbow down, a prosthetic. And worst of all were her eyes. She once had beautiful, glowing scarlet eyes. Now, the left one was a lifeless blood-red-while the other was covered by some sort of scanner.

She held up her right arm and several tubules shot out of the prosthetic. Before Jagged could do anything, the tubules penetrated his skin just below his right ear. Nanites streamed into his bloodstream, changing him, altering him and ripping away his individuality.

Before he succumbed, Jagged Fel heard a voice-no, trillions of voices, all speaking at once.

We are the Borg.

Your biological and technological distinctiveness will be added to our own.

Resistance is futile. You will be assimilated.
*****

Please read and review.

[Mark]

Wow.......I didn't that twist at the end.

Love the fact that Kirk, even dead, is the greatest ladies man in the universe.

[Mikey]

Holy hopping snot, you don't do anything halfway, do you, Striker?

Big "two thumbs up" from Mikey. I like having both "exchange students," and having the Borg cut through the SW galaxy. And Pellaeon' new tailor...

[Vic]

Yes, very good!! I loved the tailor scene, sitting here thinking 'wouldn't it be great if it was Garak?' , and voila it is, it is!! I've allways loved the character, don't trust him as far as I can throw him, doesn't mean that I can't like him though.