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Summary: Xander's road trip just got really interesting.

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WillowfanFR15928,1731511780,53831 Aug 053 Apr 07No

A Knight's Journey

A Knights Journey

By Willowfan



Disclaimer: I own nothing from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Star Wars, Star Wars: Clone Wars or Stargate SG-1. Other people do, and they are much better at writing about them than I am. No profit is being made here and no copyrights are being challenged…in other words: Please don’t sue me:)

Setting: Everyone has a Halloween Costume-went-awry story. This isn’t one, but Xander does live on a Hellmouth;) S2-7 BtVS, S1-8 Stargate SG-1 and E1,2,4,5,6 Star Wars. I haven’t seen E3 yet, so anything from there, I am speculating. Also, Clone Wars from Cartoon Network will be referenced.

Rating:A very plain 18 for violence and themes.

Spoilers:Buffy, Stargate SG-1, Star Wars: Clone Wars and Star Wars through all current seasons and/or episodes. Some things will change, some won’t…better safe than sorry.

Pairing:B/X eventually, W/T

A/N- I wrote this before I saw SW:E3, so please forgive that things aren't the exact way they appeared in the film.



A Long Time Ago, In A Galaxy Far, Far Away…

Yoda sat on the small stump and gazed around the swamp. It was true, he had come far from the spartan, yet clean and shining halls of the Jedi Temple on Coruscant but the gleaming halls and shining, pristine surfaces were a comfort, not a necessity. He reached out with his senses and felt the power of the Force surrounding him, flowing through him and shaping what he would need.

Yoda also felt the Dark Side of the Force here. It was strong, but he was not afraid. ‘Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate and hate leads to suffering.’ He thought to himself. The words were the same he spoke to young Anakin Skywalker when the young boy first came to the Temple. Anakin had much fear in him then, and that fear had festered, changed and grown into something so powerful that only a handful of Jedi had survived final product of that initial fear.

The man who was once Anakin Skywalker had turned on the Order and became Darth Vader. The Dark Lord of the Sith had begun the systematic destruction of the Jedi. He was not alone, his Master, Darth Sidius, was ever watchful and ready to supply Vader with a fresh supply of clones to finish the job. Between Vader’s power in the Force and the Emperors ruthless attacks, nearly the entire Order had fallen in a very short time. And the Jedi were not captured. As soon as they laid down arms, the clone troopers would vaporize them under a relentless assault of blaster fire.

Vader was another matter. He began as Anakin Skywalker, the Chosen One. He was to bring balance to the Force and usher in a new era of peace. How gravely mistaken they were. Anakin chose the Dark Side in the end. It was by his hands that most of the Jedi had fallen. They saw a familiar face, a friend and trusted ally. They never lived to realize their mistake. One by one, Anakin cut them down with the dark hatred that bloomed inside of him. One by one, the Jedi were culled until Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin’s former Master, caught up with the boy. The duel was spectacular. It took everything Obi-Wan had to put an end to Anakin Skywalker’s bloody march. Unfortunately, the death of Anakin was also the true birth of Vader.

So, here Yoda sat. The swamp planet he was forced to flee to with the precious few Holocrons he had managed to save from the great Jedi Temple. The Dark Side presence he felt would negate his own presence, so even if the Emperor himself were to search the planet he would not sense the venerable Jedi Master. Yoda focused his mind and power on the creation of a home. He would not need much, and he had plenty of power to use.

Looking at the small dwelling in front of him, a smile came to Yoda’s face. “Begin, now, I must.” He said, feeling tired. “Much work to do, there is.” He said, taking his cane and hobbling towards his new home. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he hoped that Obi-Wan had gotten safely away with the twins. Everything depended on their safety. It was a long shot, Yoda knew. But a small smile graced his features. Maybe his little surprise would help even the odds.



Coruscant

Darth Vader walked through the halls of his former home and felt nothing but anger inside. It was here that the Jedi had tried to harness his power for their own uses. It was here that they held him in check and it was here they heaped indignity on indignity upon him. He was the most powerful of them now, the most powerful there would ever be, and yet they dared to try to teach him?!

The precision clicking of armored, marching feet forced him from his reverie and he turned. Four Storm Troopers, Arc Troopers was the term used by the Republic after all, were approaching with a woman.

“My Lord, we have found her.” One of the troopers said, his voice echoing in his helmet.

“Leave us.” Vader said, the rasping of his ventilator breathing a steady rhythm even as he spoke. The fight with his former Master had only proven his own power. Obi-Wan Kenobi was one of the most accomplished Knights the Jedi Order had. He was, Vader had to admit, better than him. Obi-Wan had beaten him, finally knocking Anakin into the molten rock they were fighting over. It nearly ended his life. Anakin held onto the small spark of life through the Force until his new Master Darth Sidius could find and remake him. Vader smiled grimly under the black visage he now showed the world. He stared at the terrified woman before him and felt the smallest spark of something he had thought long since dead…love. The Dark Side crushed that feeling in him and he ground his teeth in anger for feeling so weak. “Hello, Padme.” His now mostly synthetic voice boomed inside his helmet.

Padme Amidala-Skywalker held her head high, trying not to let the fear she was feeling show.

Vader felt the terror radiating off of the young woman and he smiled. There was something she was hiding, and he needed to know what that was. His Master commanded it. “You have nothing to say?” Vader asked.

“Nothing to you, murderer.” Padme seethed. Obi-Wan had returned and told Padme about Anakin falling to this Sith Lord. She felt nothing but hatred towards the large, armor-clad Dark Lord towering above her. The man she loved was dead because of him.

“Not even to your husband, my dear?” Vader taunted her cruelly.

Padme’s eyes went wide. Obi-Wan had said Anakin was dead! Surely he was not mistaken?! “My husband is dead, monster.”

Vader stepped close and raised a hand, almost touching Padme. “No, Padme.” He said. “I am not.”

Padme felt her world spin and she almost collapsed. He said…what? ‘HE is…no…nononono…’ Padme repeated softly to herself. But deep inside, she knew it to be true. She felt it. She felt the cool weight of the small, one-shot blaster she had tucked into the lining of her gown. She had meant to get close to this new Lord and use it on him to avenge her husband. Now, it seemed, she would need to use it ON her husband.

“You are hiding something from me, Padme. I will know what that is.” Vader said, reaching out with the Force. He began his assault on her mind with the terrible ferocity he was becoming famous for. He felt her mind crumbling under his onslaught.

Padme knew now why Obi-Wan had insisted on keeping her pregnancy a secret. On keeping the birth of her beautiful twins a secret. Obi-Wan and Master Yoda must have known something evil was happening. Writhing on the ground, blood seeping from her nose, mouth and ears, Padme sent one thought blaring in her head. ‘I love you Anakin Skywalker!’ she thought loudly, trying to mask her next action. She knew that Vader, not Anakin, but Vader, and the Emperor must never know of her children.

Vader heard the thought and sneered. “That name is no longer who I am, Senator.” He said, thrusting deeper into her mind. He saw her intent almost the same time she acted. Even as powerful as he was, he couldn’t prevent it, she moved so quickly.

Darth Vader straightened and growled in frustration. “Commander.” He called for the Storm Trooper outside the door. The Trooper entered and waited for Vader to finish. “Take this filth away.” Vader ordered.

The Storm Trooper saw, lying in a crumpled heap at Vader’s feet, the body of Senator Padme Amidala-Skywalker and the small blaster she had used to vaporize her own head. Nodding once, he grabbed the corpse and began to drag her out of the room.

“And Commander?” Vader stopped the Trooper.

“Sir?” the Trooper asked.

“Bring me the guards who escorted the Senator here.” Vader said coldly. “Their incompetence allowed her to take her own life before I could find what she was holding from me.”

“Yes sir.” The Trooper said. He was very, very glad that he was not one of those troopers.



In the cool, dark expanse of space a single Jedi starfighter raced along the fringes of the Republic. The starfighter had traveled far beyond any known Republic ships had gone. The pilot of the modified fighter was a Jedi. She had a single mission. Looking at her fuel gauge she sighed. Master Yoda had sent her away before the separatist army led by Darth Vader had made it to Coruscant. The venerable Master had one task she was to perform and she intended to see it done.

Touching the panel in front of her, Jedi Padiwan Furan hoped her precious cargo would survive. A small canister, no larger than a few meters, burst from under her fighter and sped off into the darkness of space, away from the borders of the Republic. Smiling in satisfaction, she sat back and closed her eyes. Her fuel was all spent, she had no emergency beacon and no one knew where she was. She focused her mind on the Force and quietly drifted deeper and deeper into a dreamless trance.

It was almost a month before the life support quit and Jedi Padiwan Furan became one with the Force.



Oxnard-07/10/99

Xander stood at the front of his uncles car and stared as smoke billowed from under the closed hood. He stood there for several minutes just staring. “I can’t even blame this on the Hellmouth.” He muttered. Looking around the town, he sighed. He’d have to find work and a place to stay until he could get the car fixed…just in time to head back to Sunnydale, no doubt. Sighing, he picked up his one suitcase and began to walk. He’d send a tow truck out to get the car after he settled into a hotel.

Xander looked at the sign in the window of the club and then looked at the club. At the Strip club. At the men-doing-the-stripping club. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open, entering the dark hallway and opening the second door and entering the club proper. A woman of about thirty was pulling chairs off of tables and looked up from her work.

“We’re not open for another two hours.” The woman said, going back to pulling chairs.

“I’m…I was just…the job…what is it?” Xander stammered.

The woman looked him over and grinned. “I need a bartender.” She said.

Xander visibly relaxed and smiled. “That I can do.” He said.

The woman smiled and held out her hand. “I’m Bonnie. This is my club. You a pusher or a pimp?” Bonnie asked.

Xander shook his head. “Actually, I’m just trying to raise enough money to fix my car and then head back home.” He said.

Bonnie nodded. “Ok. No drugs, not prostitutes and no sampling the wares.” She said. “You start tonight. Five sharp.” She said.

Xander nodded. “Just like that?”

Bonnie nodded. “Don’t be late.”

Xander nodded and headed back out. “Five tonight. I’ll be here.”



Xander spent the next three days in Oxnard with absolutely no weirdness to speak of. Aside from a minor incident that he swore to never speak of. To anyone. Ever. Of course, that was just to good to last. After a grueling twelve-hour shift where women all around him would get drunk and off him twenty-dollar bills to touch his butt (ok, so his job wasn’t ALL bad) he made his way back to the motel he was staying at. His car would be done in another day or two and he could make his way a little further before he had to go back to the good old Hellmouth.

Of course, his simple plan was just to good to be true. He could hear it in town now, and even at the Fabulous Ladies Night Club over the music and all the screaming. It was a constant beeping, like a digital alarm clock and it was driving him nuts, so now he was looking for the alarm clock that was driving him nuts.

Xander was wandering in what passed for woods in the town and looked around. It was around noon, one of the perks of working in the middle of the night was that he could wander and not worry about a vampire. He sighed, and looked around the area. He could hear that damn beeping and kicked the ground. He was sure it was around here somewhere because he couldn’t find it anywhere else in this damn town.

Xander looked down and cocked his head to the side. The beeping had led him here, to the currently vacant construction site. They had closed down due to funding of some such thing, but Xander could hear the beeping as plain as if it was right in his ear. Narrowing his gaze, he looked around and smiled. ‘Down there.’ He said to himself, looking into the hole that was being excavated. ‘Why is it always underground?’ he asked himself. Xander found the ladder leading down and sighed, climbing down.

Dropping to his knees, he began to dig. Handfuls at first, just pulling rocks, sod and earth from the ground. Looking around the area, he grabbed a semi-sharp rock and began to dig deeper. He was almost up to his armpit in the ground now when he hit something. Could have been a sewer line, gas mane or his alarm clock. Something told him that he would be able to sleep tonight. He reached down and cleared packed earth and clay from around a square object. Roughly the size of a baseball, Xander tugged and felt the earth around the object break away. He pulled the small, square annoying beeping thing from the ground and smiled broadly. His smile fell a bit when he looked at the box. It was black, a little shiny and…that was about it.

Frowning, Xander stood and brushed himself off. The beeping had stopped, which he was glad for, but there was something else. Something nagging the back of his mind. Something he was supposed to be doing. Staring into the small, black box, he made his way back to his room, staring into it the entire time. At least the beeping had stopped.
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