@Brooke: I'm saving her for later on, along with all the Jedis-in-training (in case anyone else was wondering). Don't worry, I'll make sure everyone is introduced at some point. It's a lot of characters to juggle and a VERY large universe.

You come, rather abruptly, to the final document in your pile of information. You are rather surprised by this, as you thought you had collected more, and are now regretting not taking the time to gather more history. Nevertheless, you switch it on.

TARDIS FILES, ENTRY FIVE

The Endeavor has crashed. Almost everyone is safe. The TARDIS brought us right to the base on Mustafar and we are now in Ivalji Valjean's custody. I have set the TARDIS to fly to the nearest helpful location.

IF YOU ARE LISTENING TO THIS, THERE ARE THREE VERY IMPORTANT THINGS YOU MUST KNOW.

One. By the time you hear this, we will be in system Beta-Five on the desert planet Tatooine.

Two. The object under high security is fake.

Three. This is the most important, so listen closely. You have to get to--

("You've had your time. Move it.")

("I was . . . !")

("I've been plenty nice to you already. That's it." Beat. "What's that you're holding?")

("A screwdriver. It only works on wood and plastic.")

("Fine. Keep it. We're moving out.")

You have to get to--

("SHUT IT OFF!")

E--

The screen suddenly goes blank.

The door to the empty room slides open. A man with a yellow shirt steps in and looks at you curiously. "Mr. Spock? We need you at the bridge."

"Captain," you reply, "We need to go to Tatooine."

@Mirax: Thanks! But Earth was never a cyborg/android/robot land xD

@Shadow: Don't you mean Star Trek theme?

In related news, I am now on Season Two of Star Trek! Very exciting. However, this means that my knowledge is limited only to the original generation. Sorry, everyone.

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You follow Captain Kirk towards the ship's elevator.

"Why Tatooine so suddenly, Mr. Spock?" he asks. "I trust your judgement, of course, but . . ."

"Understood, Captain," you reply. "The crew of the U.S.S. Endeavor has been captured by a potentially dangerous creature, along with a Time Lord. I believe they require assistance."

"When did you come by this information?" asks your captain curiously. "Bridge," he adds, pulling one of the levers in the elevator.

"I managed to aquire some documents, Captain," you reply.

The two of you step out into the bridge. Right now the crew of the U.S.S. Enterprise are in a general yay-we're-traveling-towards-whatever mood, staying at their posts but being generally rather bored. Not that you understand either of these concepts, of course.

"Navigator," says Kirk, "Set course for Tatooine."

"Yes, Captain," the navigator replies, laying in a course.

"Warp factor four," the captain adds.

"Captain, I am afraid the longer we wait, the more time these anonymous captors have," you inform him.

"Warp factor seven."

***

A little while before, a Time Lord, quarter-Klingon, Caitian, and Xexto depart from a spacecraft and onto the desert that is Tatooine. Followed by armed guard but being surprisingly cooperative, they walk across the sand and towards a very large, factory-looking structure. They don't even have to wait once inside, but are transported directly to the highest power.

Ivalji Valjean looks very good on a throne, especially a black one made entirely of obsidian. She reclines on it like she owns the place (which, of course, she does), legs crossed, a slightly cocky smirk on her face. Her skin, or what you can see of it-- most of her body is covered by Jedi-style robes-- is a copper color, burned in places, and her eyes are a sickly yellow. They unnerve her guests, which she is delighted by.

"You are the commanding crew of the Endeavor?" she asks. Her voice is rather raspy but carries well.

"Well," says R'Mria, "I'm really just the Communications Officer."

"You will come in useful," Ivalji Valjean says. "You--" she points a surprisingly human-looking finger at the Xexto-- "who are you?"
"Captain Auiq Hickok," he replies, seeing no need to lie.

The Sith lord seems pleased by this. "And you?" she says, indicating the quarter-Klingon.

"Ariel K'Tosh, First Officer," she says, rather stiffly. It is very obvious that Ariel is only revealing this because her captain had already done so.

"I only ordered for the Captain, First Officer, and Communications Officer be brought to me," snaps Ivalji Valjean, this time over her captives' heads and towards their guards. "Why is there a fourth?"

"She is a Time Lord," replies one.

"Give me your screwdriver."
Saint looks rather surprised that Valjean could figure out she still had it on her so easily, but handed over the sonic tool.

"Take them away except for the captain," the Sith lord commands. "I want to speak with him privately."

Yes, I realize I am changing both the tense and narration style. I hate third person present, so . . .

____

Saint and her two companions were led to a small room next to the main hall, shown chairs, and left alone, although it was definite that there were guards posted by the doors. They waited for five minutes, maybe ten, and then suddenly Auiq Hickok was shoved into the room with them.

The captain practically collapsed onto his seat, head in two of his hands. He was muttering in Troikenese, a language native to the Xexto. The language is not very widespread and not used much even among the species itself, but almost every one of the aliens knows how to speak it. However, as Saint had been flying in the TARDIS and therefore had everything automatically translated for her, she understood every word he said.

"I am Auiq Hickok. I am a defender of the good. I am a real hero. I am a real hero. I am a real hero . . ."

A guard came in and summoned Ariel, who looked incredibly nervous while following him out.

It seemed to take eons. Every person was with Ivalji Valjean for at least ten minutes, and came back in varying states of distress. Saint was forced to watch her companions arrive one after another looking incredibly shaken and frightened, all whispering in whatever language they knew best, all reassuring themselves that they were them, that they would be forgiven . . .

And then a silent guard came to bring Saint to her fate.

Ivalji Valjean leaned over in her throne so that her yellow eyes probed Saint's face. Silently.

"You're not getting any information from me," the Time Lord informed her, naively.

"I don't need any. Your friends yeilded plenty, as I am sure you have figured."

"But then why do you want me?"

The Sith lord looked, if possible, rather taken aback. "I thought that would be obvious, dear. We're on the same side."

It was Saint's turn to be taken aback. "No, we're not."

"But don't you know?" Ivalji Valjean leaned back, obviously getting ready for excess shock and looking forward to it immensely. "The Daleks were on my side. Therefore, your parents were on my side."

"Yeah, right."
"You are the Saint, are you not? Born on Skaro? Held captive for so long you never even got to see your own planet before it was destroyed?"
Saint looked at her feet.

"It's no use lying. I can tell if you are. Asking is merely a courtesy."

"And by what right do I get this courtesy?"
"We both know that, dear."

There was silence in the hall.

----

Iris Halloraan was probably the most confused she'd ever been in her life, and that was saying something.

The Jedi-in-training had been to Gallifrey and watched Time Lords talk about the distant future like it was yesterday. She had visited New Earth and seen cat-people not unlike Caitians. She'd been to Qo'noS, home of the Klingons. She'd even been to the anarchial Earth and suffered from the prejudice there.

But never in her life had she been randomly beamed up from Jedi Academy and aboard a starship along with a very normal-looking human.

"Are they okay, Mistair Spock?" asked a (admittedly slightly pudgy) man behind the control panel. "They're the only ones I could get a secure lock on."
"Perfectly all right, Mister Scott," replied another man. He was very obviously Vulcanian-- Iris had been to Vulcan herself, during her travels, and found it pleasant but absolutely intolerable. The man, who was wearing a blue Starfleet uniform, directed his next words towards the two girls. "I aplogize for any inconvenience getting you here. My name is Spock, First Officer of the starship Enterprise for the United Federation of Planets."
"Federation my--" (the girl said a word that Iris had been forbidden from even thinking since her first day at the Academy.) "I want to know why the heck we've been beamed up here for no reason whatsoever. You had no provocation."

"We need your help," replied the man who Spock had called Scott. "Mistair Spock made it perfectly clear we would need a scavenger and a Jedi once on Tatooine."

He was Scottish, Iris realized suddenly. She wondered if anyone ever called him Scotty. Wouldn't be expected from a Vulcan, anyway.

"Yeah, well, sorry, no can do," replied the other girl. "You're beaming me right back to my planet now. I absolutely refuse."

"That's not a question," said Spock. "We absolutely need you to cooperate."

"Plus, beaming up at such a long distance and without completely secure coordinates drained our power," said Scott. "We couldn't beam down a jelly bean."

The second girl swore.

"I see no logical reason why you could not introduce yourselves," said Spock calmly.

Vulcans and their logic. Iris inwardly sighed. "I'm Iris Halloraan, Jedi-in-training. I was kind of in the middle of a pop quiz."

"You should be thanking us then," said Scott brightly.

"Cleo Hartsworth. I demand you beam me back to my planet after your power is replenished."

"We are too far away," said Mister Spock simply. "We paused very temporarily above Coruscant. We are now traveling at Warp Seven towards Tatooine."

"Tatooine!" Cleo Hartsworth exclaimed. "That's in the middle of nowhere!

"Why in the world do you want us going to Tatooine . . . ?"

I rather like suspense writing. This is fun! But things are going to get messy soon because I only really have snippets of scenes from here on out, and a lot of it I'm just improvising.

____

"They're doing this on purpose."

Cleo Hartsworth kicked at the wall of her room, causing in a pained foot but nothing else. She knew for a fact that two security guards were standing outside her door. Stupid I-was-in-the-middle-of-a-pop-quiz girl; she was right next door, with no armed guard and permission to wander the ship.

It's your own fault, said an annoying little voice Cleo usually ignored. You didn't make the best first impression.

Well I made a heck of a mess for Mr. Scottish Scott, replied the normal Cleo. Busted up his whole transporter room. That look on his face . . . !

It stops you from getting out of here sooner.

It was worth it.

No it wasn't.

Cleo kicked the wall again. It didn't do any more for her than it had the first time.

"Stupid Federation," she swore. "Stupid Vulcan, stupid Scott, stupid Jedi-in-training, and stupid idiot life!"

To emphasize this she fell back on the bed with a lot more force than needed. She wouldn't be sleeping in it, anyway.

Stupid starship, she screamed in her mind.

___

"Oh, this is a beautiful starship!"

Iris Halloraan, no matter how annoyed that she had been beamed up in the middle of a pop quiz, had to appreciate Federation genius. All of their ships were absolutely amazing, with top-notch technology, but this blew all of them away. She couldn't even make heads or tails of the control panel, which was something, as the Padawan had plenty of experience flying.

"It is certainly admirable," said Spock. 

Iris had been assigned a room but couldn't bother staying in it-- the bridge was so much more interesting. The crew was pretty tolerant, considering they were working, and let her look at the controls and even explained a bit about how to use them. Iris decided flying the Enterprise was very much like any other starship, just with about a million more options.

"Five minutes, captain," Spock informed the man. He had introduced himself as Captain Kirk but was rather preoccupied. Iris knew better than to push him.

___

Auiq Hickok snapped out of it first. His mumbling ceased, and he removed his head from his hands. 

"What happened?" he asked of Saint, who seemed to be untroubled by her interactions with Ivalji Valjean.

"I don't know," admitted the Time Lord. "We all got taken away. I don't know what she asked you."

The Xexto paused for a moment. "Neither do I."
___

"I did what you want!" 

Daremi Parper crossed her arms over her black jacket, looking crossly at the Dathomirian in front of her. He frowned. "What you did was not enough. That is a fake."

"It was given to me by the Hutts. It was specified to be exactly what Valjean wants. I even have a signed document."

"I don't care about your documents-- I want the real thing!"

"Buddy, I'm just a smuggler. I delivered what I was given. If it's not the right thing, well, phoo for you. I did the job. Now give me the cash."

"No!" the Dathomirian was adamant. "This is not what we asked for!"

"Well, you can take what you asked for and--"
"Security five-oh-two, come in."
The Dathomirian turned away crossly to answer his radio. "What? I'm busy."

"Parper delivered the right thing," said the person on the other end of the radio. "Give her the cash and lower your voices. We can hear you on the other side of the building."

"Right. Fine." The security guard did not look very happy as he unveiled a bag of galactic credits. Daremi Parper made sure to count them out carefully before leaving.

"Thank goodness," said the Twi'lek to her co-pilot as she got back into the ship. "I hate Hoth."

Wow! Thank you! You are capturing Cleos personality perfectly! It was soooo worth it for her to bust the equipment! Rebel, Cleo! Rebel! Yay! 

I have made little image icon thingies for the characters!

So far I've only found a Star Wars one, but once I find a good Doctor Who one and a Star Trek one I'll post the characters from those fandoms too.

I can't promise another installation today-- I'm eating dinner at a friend's, and who knows when I'll be back? But if I have time I'll write one.

Here is our lovely antagonist, Ivalji Valjean:

Cleo Hartsworth! I did her in blue because I like blue.