Note to Reader: I do not own Star Wars (much as I'd like to) or Stargate. Yes, I know there might be many mistakes for each show/movie...but this is as good as it's gonna' get. :D Enjoy!
Oh yeah, my friend is co-author of this story. She role-plays the Stargate portion of this, and I write the Star Wars. So this story does not ALL belong to me. :3 Just half of it.
Darth Rane, or Rane for short, looked up at the face of her master, her blue eyes ignited with a powerful hate. That face…the one she had looked at and hated since she could remember. Her master said that hate was good, and once she accomplished something with this burning hatred, she would finally be worthy of the title Darth Rane. Yes, Rane was not her real name. But after going by Rane for thirteen years, she only remembered her real name as an alter-ego, one that seemed as something in a dream. She couldn't remember anything about that name. Not the personality. Not anything.
Pulling herself back to reality, Rane met the gaze of her master evenly. Even though she was seeing him only as a hologram, his red eyes seemed to drill holes into her very soul.
"So, my apprentice. You dare to question my decision?" he asked. Rane nodded, though a little hesitantly.
"Yes, Master. Even though you now control the remnant of the old Empire, wouldn't it make more sense to regain control of this galaxy before invading another one?" she tried to control her shaking voice. Rane's master chuckled.
"My young apprentice, you are thinking. But this new galaxy has new technology, technology that would make all the difference in conquering this galaxy. And they are unsuspecting of an attack .They would be easy to conquer, even easier to control. On some worlds, they would have never seen a shape-shifter like yourself. Your ability will come in handy. Now, I would like a status report on our…project." He said, choosing his words carefully.
"Yes, Master. The Supe—"
"Stop." He hissed quietly. Then, almost too quiet to hear, he added. "This message is being tapped. I hope to talk later. Don't think this lets you off of the hook." And with that, his holo image disappeared. Rane was left staring blankly at the empty space where he had been, and sighed. She lowered her icy blue eyes to the floor, letting her black hair fall into her face. She reached back and pulled her hood over her head, before turning on her heel and walking out the door. Time to act.
Luke Skywalker was standing in the recording room of a Mon Calamari Star Cruiser, staring at the two conversing holograms, his pulse quickening. How Rebel Intelligence had been able to slice into this, he did not know. But their efforts were being quickly rewarded.
"Yes, Master. The Supe —"
"Stop. This message is being tapped."
Everyone watching the hologram froze. How could he have known that? Tapped messages were impossible to track from such a distance. Leia turned to Luke, a questioning expression on her face. Luke just shrugged in return. Mon Mothma kept her eyes glued to the two figures, or where they used to have been. Both were now gone.
"Mury, play that over again." She ordered. The techie nodded, and pressed a button on his board. The two figures appeared again. Turning her eyes to rest on Luke, Mon Mothma gave him a questioning look.
"What do you make of it, Jedi Skywalker?" she asked.
"Really, all I can think is 'How could he have known we were tapping them'. And then, 'I know that it is possible for one Force-adept to pick it up. But someone must be extremely strong in the Force. My only guess is he is either a Jedi, or a Sith. Judging by what they were wearing, I would guess a Sith." Luke mused seriously. Mon Mothma's eyes widened.
"I thought the Emperor and Darth Vader were the last of the Sith." She said incredulously. Luke looked around the room, and saw everyone was now staring at him. Chewbacca growled a question.
"I'm not sure." Luke replied. "Obviously, he is Force sensitive. That is all I can gather from the recording." Mon Mothma opened her mouth to speak again, only to be cut off by the alarm.
"Approaching...unknown object. This is not a drill. Repeat, approaching unknown object. This is not a drill. Prepare for impact." An automated voice boomed over the loudspeaker. Everyone in the room sat frozen for one moment, before everything erupted into chaos as every being scrambled to their battle stations. Leia ran over to Han, who escorted her out of the room. Luke followed them up to the bridge, looking out the view port of the object they were rapidly approaching.
"Oh…my…gosh…" he whispered.
The girl woke up, at first peaceful, then suddenly frightened. She stared around, trying to find something familiar. Some small thing other than her own body. Although she stared around and around for something, she did not notice anything familiar. She tried to get up, but found herself restrained and hooked up to a device that looked like a touchpad, or a computer. An IV was inserted into her arm leading up to a bag hanging from a stand. The girl probed her mind for something that might help her get out of her restraints. Suddenly, it came to her. She concentrated on the wrist cuffs, trying to bend them to her will. Unfortunately, it did not work. They were too strong for her to bend, as she was weak, ill by something she did not know.
Sighing, she lay her head back down in frustration, her pale green eyes —as light as sea foam—closing for a moment. She took in her surroundings, looking for a way to escape—if she ever got out of her restraints. The girl was in a circular room, dark, but comfortable. There were no other people in there, but it had every characteristic of an infirmary, even if it was a little bit enhanced. There was no greenery, and one steel door with a small window in it that she could not see anything beyond, just an underground hall. There was the bed she was laying on, starched sheets and all, blinding lights on the ceiling, and a rug on the floor. A few yards away there were two over-stuffed chairs, and a glass and iron coffee table. The only uncomfortable thing she could see was the video camera up by the ceiling, pointing straight at her.
"Why don't you come and face me?" she asked the silent watcher tauntingly. "You scared?"
Just then, the door opened. A woman walked in, wearing a long white coat. Following here was another woman, this time in a dark green uniform.
"I see you're awake. Hope you're feeling well," the woman in the white coat said.
The girl wanted to snort. She was tied to a bed, hooked up to a computer and a bag, in the middle of a semi-comfortable prison, and the woman asks if she's feeling well? Not to mention that she can't remember a thing? She said nothing, all the while drinking in the appearances of the two people. She didn't want to forget who she was up against.
"Not very talkative, are you?" the woman asked.
"I talk," the girl said.
"How is she, Dr. Fraiser?" the woman in the green uniform wondered.
"Her vitals are fine. I think she can get out of bed now," Dr. Fraiser replied.
"Fine by me, talk over my head as if I don't exist," the girl growled. There was a considerable pause. "Can I go outside?"
"No offense," the woman in green said lightly, pausing before continuing. "You're quite the phenomenon you know."
"I want out. Now," the girl said.
"Not quite yet," the uniformed woman replied. "You go marching out there with...with...with those wings of yours and it'll create chaos."
The girl looked down at herself. She had lime green dragon wings attached to her back, matching her eyes, if a bit darker. They seemed strange to the others, but they were perfectly normal to her. Fiercely, she turned her eyes to the woman, defiant and ready.
"I am not a creature that you can study," the girl said.
"I know." the woman said. "We have no intention of doing so."
"What's your name?"
"I'm Major Samantha Carter. You?" she replied.
The girl thought a moment. She remembered a name, something, something nagging at the back of her mind.
"Aurora," she said. Looking down at a pendant hanging at her neck, she noticed the symbol. A four pointed star inside a tiny flame. "Aurora Starfire."
"Well, Aurora, nice to meet you," Samantha said. "Let's get you out of these cuffs."
Aurora waited silently while Sam unlocked and removed the restraints that bound her to the bed. Once she was done, she sat up, rubbing her wrists.
"Why was I cuffed to the bed?" Aurora asked.
"You were...you had convulsions while you were unconscious. I had to have a few nurses watch you through the day, even at night, so you wouldn't die. The convulsions were a reaction to a poison that was in your blood stream," Dr. Fraiser said.
"We found you on P3R-118. You were picked up by the people living there —when they found you, you were almost frozen to death. They were surprised, and confused as to how you got there." Another pause. "How did you get there?" Sam asked.
"I don't know. I can't remember anything. Nothing. Zip. Zero. Nada," answered Aurora.
There was another long pause. Then Aurora spoke up.
"Can't I walk around a little bit?
Sam looked at Dr. Fraiser questioningly.
"I guess it would be fine —she's healthy enough," the doctor answered to her look.
"Walk around, as in, outside."
Sam sighed. "I guess it would be fine, if you hid your wings."
Aurora got up, swaying for a moment. Sam hurried to her side, pulling her up, supporting her.
"I'm fine," Aurora said, waving her off.
Sam put a black cloak around Aurora's shoulders.
"It's yours," Sam said at Aurora's questioning look.
Sam led her out of the door, supporting her the whole time. They walked along the hallway silently for a few moments. Then Sam got out her walkie-talkie when they got to a solid metal door.
"Permission to show Aurora to gate room control?" she asked whoever was on the other end.
"Who is Aurora?" a voice asked.
"Our newest guest," Sam replied.
There was yet another long pause. Man, these people seemed to like to build up suspense.
"Permission granted," the voice finally answered.
Sam led Aurora through the door. They turned right, and Aurora's eyes widened.
Through the window that looked into another huge room was a giant ring, with runes all around it.
Aurora just stared.
"Welcome to Stargate Command."