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Intervention and Annexation	By : Krulos Category: BtVS Crossovers > Misc - General Views: 2413 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Star Wars was written by George Lucas, Buffy belongs to Joss Whedon, I will Never accept Any money for this piece, or any other piece without Written permission and a contract with the copyright holder.

Chapter List
- 1-Arrival
- 2-Willow's Magical Mistake
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Chapter 2.): Willow's magical mistake.
Author's Notes: I write my works in novel format because I am most used to reading novels, "you are shaped by what you read", as the saying goes, and I find that to be eminently true. Make no mistake: in this chapter- Kennedy and Willow are misbehaving.
"This is not going to work, Willow." Kennedy was saying to her girlfriend, as they talked over Willow's little "science project" of crossing dimensions via a spell, but Willow had it in her pretty little head that she was going to visit something and she wasn't going to be stopped. "Come on, Ken, when you wanted to visit your friends, did I get in the way, or when you wanted to go visit your family on Long Island, I supported you, where's supporto-gal?" Willow said with a little pout. "It's just a little spell…" she went on. "See? That's the problem, who knows how many demons are lurking around to take advantage of you if you do this." "Oh" Willow raised her eyebrows challengingly before continuing "like you haven't been 'taking advantage' lately." Willow teased, and Kennedy didn't get the gist, she felt she was being attacked. "Now That's Not Fair!" Kennedy practically shouted in frustration and anger, before continuing "Here I am, trying to be a protective girlfriend, and you accuse me of attacking you." her eyebrows were knit together in anger. "Relax, Ken, I was just teasing." Willow said with a smile, and a playfully tapping on her girlfriend's knee with the palm of her right hand.
Kennedy could hardly resist Willow's face when she got this charming with her, but she felt that she had to be strong- Willow's spells were, even at most basic, roughly fifty-fifty in accuracy at best, and while Willow had grown up since her best buddy, Elizabeth, had told her that- and had thereby set her off in a huff, yelling "Yeah, well, so's your face!", it still upset her massively that things were so random in dealing with Eternity… Miss Rosenberg wanted it to be like dialing a phone to talk to her friends: you dial the right number and get the proper person., when in reality it was far more random than that, especially when you don't know the address of the person you want to contact. Kennedy and Willow had talked over that several times- the intricacies of metaphysics and eternity, they often wound up fighting over it, in fact… one reason why Kennedy tended to shy away from that topic with Willow, but when the redhead got it in her pretty little head that she was going to jump dimensions for a lesson- Kennedy felt that it was her job to try to talk some sense into her loving girlfriend.
The conversation these women had had last night on this topic had Kennedy trying to bring Willow to some sense by telling her that it's like trying to write a letter to someone you don't know the address of in the Colonial USA's days- something Willow was astonished to learn Kennedy was familiar with. "It's from my daddy." Kennedy had told her, and Willow knew her girlfriend meant her Watcher and Foster Father- also her adopted Dad. From previous talks, she knew her girlfriend loved him, and didn't like to talk about him unless it was important at that time- his murder still burned in her heart. Privately Willow wondered if her girlfriend would ever recover from the hurt the First had caused her when it had had her father killed.
"He taught me a lot of US history, and really emphasized the metaphysics… these lessons have been very useful in dealing with the monster who's been hunting me since my conception." Kennedy continued explaining. However, the part about her being hunted since her conception alarmed Willow, she didn't like to think anything would hunt a person since their life began inside the person's mommy! That was upsetting to the redhead., and yet again she felt like crying over trying to murder this cutie she was currently in bed with. (These conversations had happened the night before Willow's effort to establish said dimensional conduit to try to learn more about eternity.) Kennedy had been laying on top of Willow, and while she was gentle- that was kind of fun for them. At about this time, Kennedy had leaned down and kissed Willow on the lips tenderly, but the looks in her eyes were a mixture of love and lust, as they smiled at one-another. All this happened the night before this effort to do the "science-project" by the redhead.
On the arranged day of the experiment Willow had really had her heart set upon doing, the redheaded Jewess had been mixing chemicals to carry out this effort to create a dimensional portal. Kennedy meanwhile still shook her head, with such force that made her black locks into a wreath of straight black hair- looking exactly like a black rendition of a British WW1 helmet. Willow had to smile: her girlfriend looked so incredibly gorgeous, even when she was showing severe disapproval with her efforts at socializing with beings of the next life- she was just so darn cute when she did this! Willow started to laugh in pleasure at how funny her friend was!
Sure enough, it didn't work out as Miss Willow Danielle Rosenberg had wanted at all! She had sat down on her ankles and heels to try to meditate and form the conduit within herself- and to Kennedy Prescott-O'Hara's absolute horror: simply disappeared as if transported up in one of her favorite shows: "Star Trek"! Kennedy started to freak about this!
When Willow's eyes opened: she found herself seated in the same meditative posture: arms outstretched with her elbows abducted downward, her hands- palm upwards with her fingers together, her eyes downcast, as if in some kind of humble request for help, and her legs together, knees bent, resting on her heels of her black ladies boots. When finally looked around, she spotted a fellow at some kind of a desk, not unlike Odo's in Star Trek DS9 that Kennedy had introduced her to- they used to watch that series late in the evening, one detail of being someone's close friend is that you pick up the practice of doing the same things they like to do, and Kennedy had been something of a Trekkie- as Willow discovered much to her delight. Willow had been a little afraid that all Kennedy had wanted was physical intimacy, or in less esoteric talk: sex! But to find that her girlfriend had an interest in sci-fi and the metaphysical was a turn-on to Willow. What she saw looked a lot like the brig in DS9 on the station Terok Nor, as the Cardassians had called it before it had been taken over when they were kicked out of the system, and from all appearances: Willow was currently behind bars!
"Oh, *bleep*-it!" she cursed, quietly, not wanting to draw attention to herself. Unbeknownst to her, what she was yet to find out was that she was currently no longer on Earth, but on a vessel in high orbit, roaming rapidly around the solar system. And that said vessel was inhabited by an alien race that is known as the Chiss. The fellow behind the dais looked up slightly, and if her eyes weren't betraying her: what she saw was a man seemingly no older than his mid-twenties who had jet black hair of similar texture to her girlfriend, but his eyes were glowing red- all the eye: pupil, iris, and ball, and these were separated by lines of yellow. However, his skin was, if Willow was not mistaken, brilliant blue- this man was clearly something other than human! His clothing was flat black, but it had lines of red in it… and if she wasn't so perplexed and therefore angry about being effectively kidnapped, she probably would have considered him as a possible friend in her life- he was really quite handsome.
As she looked around she saw that the room had a bed of sorts that stuck out of the wall, but looked very Spartan in her eyes. The overall impression she had was a mix of poor and efficient.- effectively "lean" in appearance.
What Willow didn't know was that a silent claxon had gone off, and the CO of this vessel had been alerted to the presence of an intruder in the brig he'd want to meet- a local.
On the bridge of the Crasistor, Supreme Commander Mitth'raw'nuruodo had received the message at his chair, a place he was most reluctant to extricate himself from due to his heart condition- resulting from getting stabbed in the chest with a Noghri Assassin blade more than two decades ago! All things considered: Thrawn knew he was lucky to be alive, and in his head and the very heart of his mind, he thanked whatever mystical guardian he had had during his adventures for the Empire that had saved his life all those encounters. Thrawn had been 'around the block' too many times to hold onto any belief that he didn't have anything or anyone looking out for him in his interstellar adventures. Now nearing sixty in age, he found all his mental energies- which were as formidable as ever- had to be increasingly devoted to maintaining security over his vast psychological holdings: effectively a 'mental empire' of sorts!
No Matter What, Thrawn would NOT give into weakness or show weakness in-front of his crew, so he resolved to risk his life in order to retain his life and walk to the brig if that is what it takes to keep himself fit! As the Supreme Commander, and effective "Military Dictator" of the Chiss Ascendancy got up from the Command Chair of the Crasistor to personally investigate and ascertain what's going on and how a local from a planet that hadn't even developed interplanetary spatial weapons could teleport anywhere into a shielded vessel that they shouldn't know is in orbit or anywhere in the solar system could in fact find themselves inside the brig of a vessel that didn't know they were on board in the first place! Thrawn was both a bit enraged and, far more importantly: incredibly curious about how this could happen.
Not knowing what to expect, the genius put on his ysalimiri backpack to protect himself from force-users, and he didn't now if anyone on this planet has the ability to contact that mystical energy field.
Thrawn did not like being a military dictator, but he had to do so to protect his people, so he had accepted that mantle to ensure the survival of his people- the Chiss- a people he was utterly and completely devoted to keeping safe,,, all his life he had been motivated to keep his people safe from harm, and unlike his predecessor and previous superior in the Empire's service: Palpatine, he did not want to rule for the sake of ruling- but rather to do so with a distinct goal: the protection of his people- and if he had to die for that mission to be completed, that was perfectly fine with him! Oh, Mitth'raw'nuruodo had no death-wish, that's for sure, but he was completely willing to die to save his people, or to accomplish a crucial mission. In his teen years, he had valued his virginity, and had delighted in having no interest in any kind of sexual pleasure… his delight was defense of his people, and he had no real desire to get married. Besides, one thing he found absolutely disgusting about the culture he had found here was the custom of what was effectively "partial marriage" or more commonly called "Lovers"! Age had tempered his attitudes, but his people were, especially thanks to this impurity of behavior he'd found here, far superior in his eyes than the locals here, and if it ever came down to a fight- he was certain his people's patient drive to develop would win out any day! Thrawn's sole motive in regards to his people could be called a "Soldier's love" of his neighbors- he'd die for them, but Never in his wildest dreams or nightmares would he give into having an affair.
Thrawn didn't want to get married, he honestly had no interest in 'bedding' Anybody! When he was a young man, his relatives and classmates had tried to get him to choose a mate, but he felt called to defend his people- not to be a father, unlike so many other Chiss males. Mitth'raw'nuruodo couldn't understand that drive at all, but he did find himself slightly attracted to females. For some odd reason, he suspected he was more predator than most of his people: he felt safer in war than in the bedroom or at home- he always had. There was something about mixing it up with enemy forces that felt right about it… safe, and in reality, it was relaxing to him in some level. In the heat of battle, with the adrenaline surging through his veins, and firing his intellect, it all made sense in a way it didn't at any other time in that man's life yet! This was comfortable to him, almost as if it's his natural environment to be in!
Kennedy, meanwhile was starting to freak out! Willow had disappeared, and while she was an incredibly assertive young lady, she was scared for her friend who had just disappeared. "Willow's a big girl, she can take care of herself. Yes, you miss her, Kennedy, but if you can't let her be on this trip for herself, how do you know you're ready to wed her?" Kennedy rebuked herself for her silly complaints, she used the desire she had for the kind of relationship she wanted with her lover to keep herself calm; sort-of yelling at herself for her panicking about Willow disappearing, and the immaturity she showed when that had happened to the love of her life!
The phone rang right about then, and Ken hurried to get to it before it went to the answering machine- fearing that whoever it was would hang up immediately upon going to the machine. "Hello! Rosenberg/Prescott-O'Hara household, Kennedy speaking… who is this? Buffy? Hi! No, Willow's indisposed… yeah, I'll let her know you called. Bye." she said, then let out a sigh "How am I ever going to get myself out of this one?" Kennedy asked herself, shrugging her shoulders and flapping her arms in frustration over what had happened with her female friend.
While Thrawn was actually close to sixty now, he looked no older than a well-aged thirty-nine year old man, due to his chosen lifestyle, and insisted on being that active.
Well did Mitth'raw'nuruodo remember his school days, and his early command of a task force in the formidable CDEF, or Chiss Expansionary Defense Force… he treasured the memories of how once his forces entered any battle, their enemies rarely had any survivors- whereas most Chiss Commanders were content to merely drive the enemy out of the region; he was only content once his enemies were nearly utterly destroyed. This of course freaked out most of his colleagues, especially the Matriarch of his family: Admiral Arilanni. Oh, the talks around the dinner table of his blood and adopted family were intense indeed, but those are now thought of with delight and immense satisfaction in his head- and the heart thereof, for he remembered well with joy the debates. Often his brother Thrass would remind him that if they went to war as often as Thrawn wanted: the Chiss would be fighting the entire rest of the Galaxy- including half of their own people, and Thrawn would insist that if they didn't fight back NOW, they'd be overwhelmed when their enemies did strike in unison against them- oh, how he delighted at the recollections of those debates, and missed Thrass… but Thrass was long dead. He'd died a hero, rescuing the crews of the Outbound Flight, and Thrawn had no idea of why he should live in the past with regard to his deceased brother- it hurt, but there was nothing he could do about that., so he'd have to live with that event for the rest of his life!
End Chapter 2 Author's Notes: As I already indicated: Thrawn's a hero in this story, well, if I didn't indicate that by now, now I have.
Also, yet again, just to be clear: Willow and Kennedy are NOT behaving themselves.
And another thing: Something else may be approaching the solar system, right about the Oort Cloud that orbit's the sun roughly 20 light-years out. Something Incredibly menacing for the human race!
This rendition of Thrawn resembles the author due to several similarities between the author of this story and the character of Thrawn in Star Wars.
Next chapter may well be titled "Meeting a Local" and yes, the action-adventure is definitely coming up, so keep your attention up.
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