X-Men: Trek Wars By Ben Church This is a Star Trek/Star Wars/X-Men crossover, with a few cameos thrown in for good measure. All X-Men characters are the property of Marvel Comics, all Trek characters are the property of Paramount. And all Star Wars characters are the property of Lucasfilm. This story takes place just before the Phalanx Covenant (X-Men), before Generations (Star Trek), and just after Zekk was chosen as Brakiss' Darkest Knight (Star Wars: Young Jedi Knights Series). Prologue He looked on, the entire universe spread out before him. In one tiny corner, a corner he visited often, he saw insignificant events taking shape. Although these events would have a profound effect on the participants, in a universal sense, they were ants. He smiled. "Oh dear, this will be fun." Chapter 1 "Captain's Log: Stardate 41679.3- The enterprise has been assigned to escort Ambassador Lawaxana Troi to a conference that will forge an alliance between the Federation, and two previously unknown alien governments. The New Republic, and the Shi'ar Imperium. I cannot help but feel honored, and more than a little excited at being chosen to be the Federation escort to such an unprecedented event. Although, I also feel more than a little unnerved." Captain Picard stood in Transporter Room three, waiting for the signal from Ambassador Troi. He took the time to steel himself for the ordeal ahead. He liked Miss Troi, he really did. But it was not easy interacting with someone who wanted you and would not be convinced that you did not want them. "Ambassador Troi says she's ready to beam up sir." the transporter Chief said. "Energize." He looked at his first officer. "Wipe that smirk off your face Number One." "What smirk sir?" Will Riker said seriously. He was good friends with his captain, but still. His discomfort around Lawaxana Troi was a running joke among the crew. And any joke going around the crew usually got told around a poker table. He was remembering a particularly funny one he heard last night. "Oh really Commander!" Lawaxana said as she materialized. "I thought you were above such petty teasing." She smiled at her daughter. *He still loves you little one.* *Mother!* Deanna Troi was shocked. Lawaxana knew better than to pry that far into the thoughts of others. *Oh come now Little One, I didn't have to read his mind to tell that, have you noticed how close he's standing to you?* *I've tried not to Mother.* "Well then Jean Luc, I trust all is ready for our journey to the far reaches of the galaxy? Mr. Homm and I are really looking forward to this conference." Picard tried not to show his surprise. "Oh come now Jean Luc, I can't be gushing at you all the time now can I?" Picard refrained from replying that she always had before, regardless of the circumstances. "Oh well," Lawaxana said as the two left the transporter room. "If you must know....well Jean-Luc I've met somebody else." "Again?" Picard thought. "Yes again." Lawaxana smiled. "He's stationed aboard that new space station Deep Space Nine." "Really? Well he's a lucky man." Picard said. Lawaxana merely smiled, refraining from telling Picard any more about her current love interest. A woman needed some secrets after all. "Tell me Lawaxana," Picard asked. "What do you make of this conference?" "Oh I'm so excited about it Jean Luc!" Lawaxana said. "Think of it! Two previously unknown governments making an alliance with the Federation! Although," she added. "I am a bit curious as to the fact that the New Republic is governed by humans. They say they have been there for millennia, but how could humans have gotten there so long ago?" "I was curious about that myself." Picard said. "It's one of the topics I hope to bring up with the Ambassador." * * * * Cybo walked his rounds aboard the Shi'ar Flagship, Imperium. As the newest member of the Imperial Guard, he was assigned the most routine duties. Although he understood the reasoning behind Gladiator's decision, he did not like it. "How am I to prove my, or my benefactors' worth if I am not trusted?" Cybo, also known as Roge by some, had been given to the service of the Empress Lilandra as a gesture of good faith. His Benefactors, the Shar, had petitioned to be allowed to join the Imperium. Upon his acceptance, they had been welcomed. But he did not feel accepted. Though Lilandra was certain of his loyalty through a subtle mind probe, Gladiator still did not trust him. "If my Benefactors could see me now. I was meant to be some great warrior, and instead I'm a security guard." For some reason, that analogy struck him as familiar. "Deja vu all over again." he thought. He had been found dead on a primitive world. He had been reanimated with the help of Cybernetic implants, but he had no memory of the time before his resurrection. The only clue to his identity had been a missing eye, which was now replaced by a cybernetic one. All he knew of his native planet was that, by Shar standards it was painfully primitive. And also too far away to visit easily. As he turned a corner, he saw Gladiator coming towards him. At first he expected him to pass, but instead he stopped. "Cybo." "Yes Gladiator?" Gladiator had not said two words to him all the time he'd been here. All his orders had been given via computer. "You are relieved. You've just had numerous chances to do the Empress harm. Your trial period is over. But I'm watching you." "If it were otherwise, you'd be lapse in your duties." Cybo said and headed to his quarters. "Tight ass." Cybo thought. "Ever the suspicious one Gladiator." Lilandra thought. She'd telepathically eavesdropped on the corridor outside her quarters to see what was happening with her newest protector. The boy had quickly endeared himself to all but Gladiator. But then, Gladiator was suspicious of everyone. Slowly, she relaxed, and reached out with her mind. *Charles my love,* she called. *I have important news to tell you.* *What is it Lilandra?* his voice reached her even across the endless reaches of space to comfort her when she needed him. But now, she was far from distraught. *I go to a conference Charles, to forge an alliance with two great empires.* *That's wonderful Lilandra! But, forgive me for asking, but what does this have to do with me?* *Charles, I would name your planet among those to be protected though it is not affiliated with any of us.* *I would be honored. In fact I wish I could be there.* *That was another point I wished to discuss with you my love.* she said. *I have taken the liberty of dispatching the Star Jammers to Earth to take you to the meeting should you wish it.* *I most certainly do.* Xavier was fascinated, she could tell. *Tell me more about these Empires.* * * * * The Millennium Falcon flew through hyperspace on it's way towards it's rendezvous with the Lady Luck. And Princess Leia. "Oh dear, can't this thing go any faster, we're sure to be late." Threepio worried. Sometimes Han wondered if worrying was his primary function. "You worry to much Golden Rod. We'll be there in plenty of time." Beside him, Chewie growled his agreement. "You see? Nothing to worry about." "Han!" Luke's voice echoed from the bowels of the ship. "Stop the ship! Now!" "Then again," Han muttered. "Why didn't he just go in the Shadow Chaser?" In order to throw off any would be saboteurs, his wife was traveling with Admiral Ackbar in his Y wing, the twins and their friends were in the Lady Luck with Lando, and Luke was with him. Much to his current consternation. When the Falcon had come to a stop, he saw a nondescript planet below them. "What's the big deal Kid?" he asked, annoyed. "That planet, Han." Luke said, entering the cockpit. "It resonates with the Dark Side." "All the more reason to avoid it and get goin'!" Han could not believe this was happening. "No Han, there's someone there. Someone who's force-blind, and she's in danger. Get me down there." "I've got a bad feeling about this." Han muttered. But never the less he headed for the surface. * * * * Doma Fett wandered through the dark caverns as if he were out for an evening stroll. He realized the danger, he just didn't acknowledge it. Suddenly, something hit his chest. He looked down and saw a small spine embedded in his armor. Ahead he saw the first of his quarry. He shot the little black furball right between it's glowing red eyes. It's scream as it blew up amused him. "One down, twelve to go." he thought with a smile. "Hunting Crites, easiest money I've ever made." Suddenly, his comm beeped. With a flick of his tongue, he activated it. "I'm a bit busy right now so this better be good." he said, blasting another Crite. "Too busy to talk to an old friend?" the familiar voice of Namok Yarn asked. "Namok?" Doma said. A Crite rolled up to him and began trying to eat his leg. "What are you up to?" He kicked the offending Crite into the air and blasted it. "Well, remember that ship I was building?" Namok asked. He had been assigned by the New Republic to build the ship whose plans he had once stolen from the Kuat Shipyards. "What about it?" Doma asked. A crafty little Crite had managed to get hold of his arm and was hanging on. He smashed it against the wall. "Well, we're finished, and it seems we're without a weapons officer/security chief. Interested?" "Well," Doma said, with a final blow he killed the Crite on his arm. "Let me finish my current job, and I'll call you back." "Will do buddy." Namok said, and signed off. * * * * Brakiss looked out the viewport with his dark apprentice Zekk at his side. The planet below was ripe with force users, and yet was oblivious to the events transpiring in orbit around it. For the Shadow Academy was cloaked. They would not be detected till they struck, but by then it would be too late. The planet Earth's Jedi would be his new students. "Remember Zekk." he told his pupil. "He who controls the Dark Side, is omnipotent." "Now there's a challenge if I ever heard one." said a mocking voice behind him. Brakiss turned, furious at such insolence, but he was stunned by what he saw. Before him stood a man he'd never seen before wearing a Grand Admiral's uniform and an arrogant smirk on his face. But Brakiss sensed nothing, but the force. "Who are you?" he asked softly. "Oh of course," the man apologized. "Where are my manners." He held out his hand. "Grand Admiral Q. Pleased to meet you Brakiss." To be continued...