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Name: Sabrina C. Nickname: Rogue

Age: 17

Race: Human

Fandom: Star Wars

Appearance: Motercycle jacket, boots, brown hair pulled into a ponytail, brown eyes, brown leggings, with holes on the knees. Wild look in her eyes.

Personality: Determined, brave, went just a little crazy and wild after her master died. (See backstory) Doesn't work too well with others, likes being alone. 

Weapons: 1 gun, and a lightsaber that she only uses in DIRE need.

Backstory: When she was younger, she had a master, and she was his padawan. Unfortunately, he died protecting her. She hasn't really been able to forgive herself. His last words to her were: make something of your life. Don't live in your pain and sorrow. Forget the past, and move on." Unfortuantely, she hasn't learned how to do that yet.   

I am starting! No more characters please! (except for spots I've reserved for people.)

For those of you who weren't in the first solo write, you may miss out on a few things, but generally the characters you didn't meet you'll get to know. It's a completely different story and timeline than the original.

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The Saint, Time Lord, twenty-two years old, was humming aimlessly to herself. It was a tune called "This is Halloween," by a popular human movie writer/animator named Tim Burton. She enjoyed the song, even though the (inaccurate) Earth calendar said it was the middle of May.

"Hey, Saint."
The girl sat up. She had been lying down on the top bunk of her cell, mercifully empty; it was a perk of people feeling guilty of putting you in jail. You get what you ask for.

"You have a call."
"From who?"

"Big shot Federation somebody," said the jailkeeper, shrugging. "Someone important enough to get a phone call to you."
With a couple of suspicions, Saint followed the keeper down the hall and took up the phone. It was really old-fashioned, she noticed, 20th-century-Earth style, with one of those circular dials and a cord. "Hello?"
"Saint!"
The Time Lord grinned. It was her old friend Captain Auiq Hickok, commander of the starship Endeavor and Xexto. "What's up, Cap?"
"Well, remember the Zygons?"
"Yeah. Ivalji Valjean had them in her employ."
"And remember that smuggling ship?"
"Please stop saying remember, because I can't forget. Yeah, I remember. With Daremi Parper and Lucas Jaxon . . . "
"Well, we got a call . . ."

Saint listened for a while, with a few "Yeah"s and "of course"s and "easy"s. Finally, she said, "Right, got it. Bye," and hung up.

"So, what was that all about?" asked her escort.

"Sorry," said Saint brightly. "Top secret Federation business."
He was not very happy to hear that.

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Starlight shone through Saint's filtered window. A floating jailbase had its advantages, she thought, because the stars were so lovely. All her life, before the two years she'd spent imprisoned, she'd never got a chance to admire the stars. They were beautiful, for balls of gas.

She stepped away from the window and pulled a familiar item from her pocket. The sonic screwdriver had been on her escort's belt for years, just ready for the taking. She had never pickpocketed before, but considering he was so infuriated, it was very easy for Saint to grab it unnoticed. 

She opened the door to her cell and slipped out, ignoring the memories of escape that flooded through her mind. This was a casual jailbase, for the ones who commited only minor offenses, and there weren't many guards stationed. Why waste them on people like her when they could be guarding dangerous Siths?
"Hey, wait."
It was whispered, but Saint heard it fine. She paused and turned towards the cell that the noise had come from. It was labelled MERROWLEY.

"Well hello there," said Saint softly. "What are you doing awake at this time of night?"

"Save me the formalities," he whispered. "I need to get out of here."
"Why?"
"I'm looking for a girl. Her name is Fate, Trissi Fate. She's my apprentice. I'm not a bad person. She went missing and I can't find her."

"So, why are you here?"
"I went against the Jedi Order, and therefore the Federation, and therefore the galaxy, and so on. Look, just get me out of here."
"There's no way for you to leave. I'd be bringing you into even more hot water. You have no idea what you're getting into."
"I can handle it."
"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."
"No."
"Please."

"Fine."

Saint sighed and opened the door. He followed her silently and easily until Saint halted in storage.

"These are horrible ships," said Merrowley. "What are you doing in here?"
"Mine is one of these," said Saint, looking around. "She's not being very nice to me. Usually I can sense her. Look around for an unmarked one, a kind of cruiser thing, with a darkened pane."
They split up, going through miles of ships. Finally, a male voice shouted, "I found it, but it's locked!"
Saint swore. She'd hid the key somewhere two years ago. Where was it?

She followed his voice, carefully patting herself down. If I was me, where would I hide a key? My sock? Under a wig that I don't have? In my mouth? Finally, she found it, looped around inside a rubber band that was holding her blond hair up in a ponytail. Saint unlocked her TARDIS and stepped inside.

"Well, Merrowley," she said, "Hold on. You're in for quite a ride."

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I've changed a few things; those of you who were in the past CBers in Space may have noticed. I'm not done editing it yet, but you'll see all the changes when I post it.

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Monsieur Merrowly held on for dear life as the TARDIS began to spin. His blue-eyed companion beamed, flipping switches and pressing buttons as they travelled through space and time.

"Where are we going?" he asked her.

"Well, unfortunately for you, a Starfleet starship," she replied, "but it's okay. They're cool. Might toss you in the brig because of regulations and all that, but we'll get you out no problem."

"That's reassuring."
"You'll deal with worse, trust me."

"So why are you flying into a starship?"
"Well," Saint said, "it's kind of a long story. Do you know Ivalji Valjean?"

"She was a Sith, right? Tried to take over the galaxy."

"Right. I kind of got all tangled up in that incident. I ran into the Endeavor's crew-- they're the people we're going to-- and the Enterprise crew, plus a whole bunch of other people, and it got really complicated but Valjean's dead and I accidentally killed someone. Two people, actually."

"I just got on a ship with a murderer," said Merrowly, a little worriedly.

"Accidentally. A whole lot of stuff happened, including a smuggling ship and these shape-shifters, and now I've agreed to do something really stupid and dangerous that will ruin everything."

"And that is?"
"I'm going to change time."

Merrowly raised his eyebrows. He was slightly educated in the physics of time, and he knew that Time Lords were strictly forbidden from changing time. It was against all their pacts. It could ruin everything. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to--"
At that moment the TARDIS landed. Saint opened the door, and a few people came in: a Xexto, wearing a yellow Starfleet uniform; a Caitian with chestnut fur; and a vaguely Klingon officer. 

"Who's this?" asked Captain Hickok, looking at Merrowly. The Jedi looked back at him, all high cheekbones and slightly dark skin, with electric purple eyes. 

"This is Merrowly. I picked him up in prison."

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Time rewinds. A blonde shows up in the mid-twenty-first century, halting the creation of the first andriod. The TARDIS spins and lands in a ship that is definitely not the Endeavor.

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Trix wandered down the halls of his beautiful ship, hands stuck in pockets belonging to sagging pants. His shirt loose, brown hair ruffled, he was ready for a laid-back weekend of travel. He never expected to see five strangers stumble out of a room that wasn't previously there.

As soon as Saint saw the familiar face, her cheeks began to heat up. What had happened? This was Tristan Jaxon, in the flesh, alive. But he was dead.

He looked at her with zero recognition. "What are you bastards doing on my ship?"
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On an exciting note, I finished Star Trek today! Woohoo! On to Next Gen!

So there's a lot of wibbly-wobbly-timey-wimey stuff happening here. I'm very happy to bring Trix back, because I liked him a lot, and I think Saint has a crush.

Tippity Toppity Boo!