Disclaimer- Blah, blah, you know the drill. Not mine, HB’s. Hanna Barbera owns all the JQ characters, Lucasfilm owns all the Star Wars ones. NOT ME! Ava Goyle/Mary Neyer, Light Storm, Rai Richardson, Wojtek Sawicki, Meghan McKinney, Stephanie Johnson, Avatar, Langdon Smythe, Celestia Meyer, Vince Thrawn, Kate Blue, Melissa Heersink, Ni’Asha, Carolyn Snowraven, Danny “Avatar” Wilks, Tim O’Toole, Ashley “Neptune” English, and myself are all real live breathing people. That’s why they make more sense than my characters, who are me and a few other people. There are actually some characters made up by Wojtek Sawicki. They would be Dan Raker and Mike von Manteufel. The villain, Vince Thrawn, is Troy Gunnell, also made up by Troy Gunnell. However, his father, and therefore, his last name, belong to George Lucas, who, although very near and dear to our hearts, is annoying in the fact that he owns EVERYTHING! (sigh) Captain Niriz belongs to a very well known Star Wars author, NOT ME! No one belongs to me! Ack! Anyway... If you wish to mail any of these people, mail me, and it will get to them. Also, all technology and ship names belong to Lucas as well. So far, nothing is mine. I may yet invent technology, but in this part, or any parts I have written so far: NO! Archivers: Take it, take it ALL!! Date first posted: January 7, 2000 Categories: For this part, E, X, ALT, ML. They haven’t made up a sci-fi or Jedi category while I wasn’t looking, have they? (Hint, hint, category people!) If you must, contact me on the planet Shagadelica at Mirax_Harbin@hotmail.com. Bye, bye now! Dedicated to Ava, who has rejoined us at last. We love you, Ava! Mirax Harbin “The Jedi Complex” - Jonny Quest/Star Wars Crossover Part One She pivoted quickly, blocking the blade of crimson concentrated power with own green blade right before it would have gotten too close for comfort. She quickly swung, before her opponent could react. But her opponent predicted her movement and blocked it too quickly, swinging her head to clear the fly-away strands of highlighted blond hair that were threatening her vision. They battled for over an hour, the flashes of light shining in the dense jungle, giving more light to some dark corners than had ever been before. Suddenly, the girl with the green lightsaber was distracted by a bird’s shrill call. She took an abrupt step backward and forgot to sense for danger in her footing. She tripped over the root of the huge tree next to her, and went down on her back. Before she could react, the girl with the crimson lightsaber had it at her throat. An inch could mean the end of her. “So close, Mirax, yet so far,” said the girl with the crimson lightsaber, shaking her head sadly. “Ha, ha. You wouldn’t have won if I hadn’t tripped,” said the other girl indignantly. “Yeah, right, that’s what you always say.” “Correction, Meghan, what I’ve said once. Only today. Now, do you really feel like killing me, or can I get up?” Meghan noticed that her lightsaber was still right at Mirax’s throat. “I suppose.... But I really should kill you after the toilet paper,” she said, smiling slightly. “But you won’t.” Mirax sprang up in one smooth motion, unnaturally smooth, even avoiding the offending root which had tripped her before. Meghan looked at her chronometer. “Blast! We were supposed to be back at the great temple five minutes ago!” Mirax frowned, thinking of the look they would get from Master Skywalker when they walked into his session twenty minutes late. She took off running. “Well, come on, then!” QQQQ “I don’t know about this, Jonny.” Jessie Bannon said, looking out the view port of the Questor. “Lighten up, Jessie. This is Luke Skywalker. He wouldn’t make a mistake like this. If he thinks we can be Jedi, we can be Jedi.” Jessie didn’t seem to be too reassured by this, but at least she relaxed, and after thirty seconds, she didn’t get up and pace around as she had for most of the two day long hyperspace flight from Coruscant to Yavin. The little ship set down on the landing area, which was really just one of the very few clear spaces on the jungle moon. Jessie jumped again, this time accompanied by Jonny, who, now that he was just meters from recognizing his life long dream, was just as nervous, although excited also, as Jessie. QQQQ Luke Skywalker felt the arrival of the two new students their escorts before their engines could be heard. They were very talented, just as much as those two newest students, Mirax Harbin and Meghan McKinney. Well, he shouldn’t call them new, because they had been training with him for almost a year. The time seemed to pass faster with each new student he got... The realization that they still weren’t at the temple suddenly occurred to Luke. However, he decided not to pressure them about it. He didn’t know what the deal was exactly, but both of them had very traumatic incidents in their past. Although Mirax was from Coruscant, the largest city he’d ever seen, and Meghan’s life had been mostly agricultural and calm, they had connected immediately, and become very good friends. Their mutual anger at the universe seemed to attract them to each other, and sometimes it seemed like they were only free when they were having one of their ubiquitous lightsaber battles. That was in fact the very reason he didn’t push too much on them; they had lots of pent up anger, and at this stage in their training, they were very vulnerable to the dark side. He didn’t want any excess anger, for the Force only knew what they would be capable of if they fell together to the dark side. He knew that soon he would have to start tightening their leash, for it also couldn’t be good for their training if they basically ran rampant all day. He wondered again if it had been wise to let them build their lightsabers this quickly. He had for several reasons. One was that they seemed naturally to be able to handle the lightsabers very well, almost as if they had before. There had been a flash of recognition as soon as they had seen his lightsaber, and although he didn’t know where this recognition came from, and he doubted they knew either, he had allowed them to proceed with this step in their training before he let most other students. He was interrupted by the noise of a very well built starship engine, and stepped back from the landing area as the sleek looking passenger ship, invented by the father of one of the new students, smoothly landed. QQQQ Meghan and Mirax burst free of the jungle of Yavin Four at the precise moment that four people descended the landing ramp to meet Master Skywalker. Breathing heavily and picking random leaves and sticks off of their hair and clothes, they tried to look as if their impromptu entrance was planned, and they walked as calmly as possible to the Great temple, trying to remain unnoticed. But Luke Skywalker was not someone you could sneak past, even when completely distracted. Master Skywalker turned toward them. “Meghan! Mirax! Come here!” he called to them. “Busted,” whispered Mirax, and they walked over to the group, still trying to look inconspicuous. As soon as they were in comfortable hearing range, master Skywalker asked, “You did know that the other students were in the temple meditating?” They nodded vigorously. “Yes, Master,’ they said at the same time. Master Skywalker looked expectantly at them, and Meghan continued. “We were in the jungle practicing, and we lost track of time. We came back as fast as we could.” She and Mirax fidgeted with the handles of their lightsabers, waiting for their sentences. Master Skywalker nodded. “All right then.” He turned towards the four other people as Mirax and Meghan looked at each other in amazement. “Meghan, Mirax, this is Jonathan Quest, and Jessica Bannon. No longer are you two the new ones, they are going to study with us. Mirax and Meghan looked at the four for the first time. Jonathan Quest and Jessica Bannon looked to be about their age. Jonathan had platinum blond hair, clear blue eyes, and was very good looking. Jessica Bannon had flame red hair and incredibly green eyes. She also was very good looking. They hadn’t spoken yet, yet they didn’t seem shy or quiet at all. Maybe they were nervous. However, they seemed to take comfort in the presence of their two escorts, both men, middle aged. One of them had brown hair with two gray streaks, one above each ear, that met at the back of his head, and made him look very dignified. He also had a close cut, not shaggy, beard and mustache, which were the same shade of brown. His eyes were brown as well, kind yet sorrowful, as they peered out from under his brown eyebrows, showing infinite wisdom and serenity. The other one had white hair, in spite of the fact that he looked younger than the other man, which looked as if it had once been blond. It was in a military style hair cut. He had pale blue eyes, that were both battle-hardened and understanding at once. He was much larger and more well built than the other man. His red shirt and jeans, combined with his drawl, made him fit exactly the stereotype of someone from the farm planet of Aldivy. He had one hand protectively on the girl’s shoulder, which did seem to relax her somewhat. QQQQ Jonny Quest winced as he heard Master Skywalker use his full name. He hated being called Jonathan. He noticed that Jessie had much the same reaction when master Skywalker called her Jessica, and he smiled to himself. The other students looked curious about them, but he was too nervous to just strike up conversation like he usually could. They both had a sense around them, of resentment, anger, that reminded him of the tragedy victims he had seen, the barely concealed angry emotions in their voices, and how they were much more tense now. They seemed withdrawn, quite the opposite of when they had first burst from the forest, laughing and out of breath. He wondered what it was that had provoked this in them. QQQQ Parsecs away from Yavin Four, a small and heavily modified freighter struggled in space, starting a jump into hyperspace then jerking to an abrupt stop like a sailboat in a bad storm. “Captain! There’s something wrong with the hyperdrive!” Dan Raker, pilot extraordinaire, bounty hunter, even smuggler at times, yelled, his voice muffled by the circuits and complex machinery surrounding him. “I can see that, Raker! What is it?” yelled his captain, Wojtek Sawicki, as he sat in the cockpit, glaring at the many displays as if he could will the problem away with a look. “I don’t know! Maybe the motivator! One thing’s for sure, we won’t be going far now!” “Sithspit!” cursed Sawicki, pounding the display with his fist. He began punching commands in to the navicomputer, reading as he went. “Curses!” he yelled again. “Doesn’t it figure that the nearest planet is Yavin. Nothin there but a dumb Jedi academy. Well, it’s about time those pampered little trainees got some excitement. Raker, can the ship make it to Yavin?” “Let’s hope so, Captain!” Sawicki cursed at the unfairness of the Cosmos, and pulled the lever, hoping for the welcome sight of starlines. QQQQ Mary Neyer looked at the peaceful and quiet Chad nightfall. She loved it here, living by the ocean all her life, never too hot or too cold, with a sure source of food and water right next to her home. “Mary!” called Andrea Neyer, the woman who she called mother. But somehow, from somewhere, she got the feeling that this woman wasn’t what she claimed to be. Even disregarding looks, it didn’t have the feel. They did look completely different. Mary had brown hair and perfectly ovular greenish brown eyes. Her skin was pale and her fingers long and tapered. Andrea Neyer looked totally alien when compared to her supposed daughter. She had olive greenish skin and short stubby fingers. Her hair was white blond and her eyes almost square and purple. She was not human, where as Mary knew she herself was. Andrea claimed that Mary resembled her dead father. But Mary knew that even had that been true, she couldn’t have differed this greatly from her mother. Also, she knew almost nothing of her past. Andrea Neyer had no holos of Mary of her under the age of five. It was just too strange. “Mary!” called the voice, closer and louder, alien sounding as Mary became absorbed in her unforgiving suspicions. “Mary!” said the voice, now not five feet away. Mary jumped. “Sorry. You scared me,” she managed along with a weak smile to prove her point. “Well, come on, dinner,” her mother said. Mary pulled herself up, and slowly followed her mother back to the house, wondering what she could do... QQQQ “Niriz,” he said, in a voice that, though calm, clearly said, ‘you’re straining my patience.’ He was unaccustomed to and annoyed at having to wait this long. It was not orderly, definitely something he would like to do without. If Niriz continued to be this unorganized, he would not be adverse to finding a new second in command, even if Niriz was one of the most promising presently in the reformed Imperial Navy. He did not want to get rid of him, because he actually did like the man, although he doubted he would ever show him that. However, if became a large hindrance to the operation to restore the Empire, he knew he would have no choice. He did not like making those kinds of decisions, although sometimes it was required. “Yes, Vice Admiral?” inquired Niriz. “Why were you not here on time?” He circled around his nervous Captain. When he wanted to, he could cut quite an imposing figure. His stature, for one thing, was much larger than that of his father’s. However, he still had the inhuman blue-black hair, glowing red eyes, and blue tinted skin. People always said Vince Thrawn could be a carbon copy of his father, and he knew it, too. He could almost see Niriz quivering. “It annoys me when people are late, Niriz. Punctuality is a virtue, and to run an Empire, you can’t run around and do whatever your heart tells you to.” He raised his voice, not enough to be yelling, but louder. “And the last time I checked, Niriz, we were trying to resurrect an Empire!” “Yes, Admiral.” “Vice Admiral, Niriz! How many times must I tell you, I give myself titles I deserve. And until I deserve Admiral, I will not be called by it.” “I’m sorry, Vice Admiral.” “My father, my very own father, presented me with this title. He said I was one of the most promising officers he had ever seen. And my father, mind you, was not one to give praise needlessly, even to his own son.” He now felt a sense of duty to his father, a need to follow in his footsteps, and follow his directives. That was why he was so particular about his title, it was something his father had given to him, and something he needed to respect because of that. Also, he would not be like the many self-inflated idiots who gave themselves ridiculous titles such, “Highest Moff,” or “Supreme Commander,” to inflate their own low images. They were he reason the Empire wasn’t back in full. Their squabbling over trivial matters was ridiculous, wasting resources that should be used to defeat the Rebels. Their kind disgusted him, cowards that only got where they were as a result of connections, with no military knowledge whatsoever. “Quite all right, Niriz. Quite all right. Now, where were we? Ah yes, why were you late? “Well sir, you asked to be filled in on any information about the Hapan princess or the other girl, sir.” “Ah, yes, where are they?” “Well sir, the Princess is on the world of Chad, a mostly water-” “I know what Chad is, Niriz.” “Of course. The other girl, Langdon Smythe, is actually a stow-away, on a freighter, captained by Wojtek Sawicki, crewed by Dan Raker and Mike von Manteufel. Headed towards Yavin Four last time we checked, sir.” “Good, Niriz, Very good. These girls are exactly what we need to bring the Rebellion down to it’s pitiful knees, and the Hapans along with them.” He didn’t smile, but the gleam in his glowing red eyes said more than was needed.