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From: JackeeC <74363.2566@CompuServe.COM>
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: NEW:REPOST-XJEDI PROL. XF/SW XOVER
Date: 23 Jan 1996 03:32:32 GMT


Disclaimer: The characters mentioned in the story are not mine. They
belong to LucasArts and Tenthirteen and of Fox Broadcasting. A very 
curious mixture thereof, I gaurantee. No copyright infringement intended.
No money gained. This story is (c) 1995 Jackee C. All rights reserved.(*)
 

                       XJEDI--Prologue
                        < GALAXY X >
                                       by Jackee C.






Somewhere in a galaxy far, far away.    <GFFA>


     The ship fell out of hyperspace with a bang. The engines
wound down for the last time as some ancient part rebelled against
the assault that had been forced on it all these years.

     The sides of the vessel reflected starlight, being
barely visible to the unaided eye. And completely invisible to
instrumentation. A light glimmered near the 'top', automatically
broadcasting an ancient beacon, while on board an ancient crew 
slept on. It was necessary that they remain in this state in this
territory; lest the other's know of their existence...

     Somewhere, deep in the bowels of the ship though,
some thing did awaken.

     The restraining field, an integral part of the engine
systems had failed. The young woman sat up in her chamber, hair
falling in brown waves across her shoulders. Her hazel eyes
gleaming with intelligence, sensed the difference. The engines
subtle vibration had ceased.

     She glanced quickly toward the open-ended section of the wall
that had been barricaded with the energy field. It no longer
shone. Stepping hesitantly toward the area, the girl looked around
to see if there were any other signs of what might have happened.
Maybe this was just another test.

     Reaching a hand tentatively toward the space, her hand passed
right through. Gasping she drew her hand back and tried again. She
was free!

A smile spread across her features. She hadn't smiled in years.
Not since... she couldn't remember. She only remembered a
name...Fox. Fox had made her laugh.

     She wondered briefly where the OTHER'S were. Moving quickly
from the chambered room she headed down a rocky looking corridor,
refuse strewn along the way, for the other chamber rooms. If she
was free maybe the other captives would be too. Experiment or
not, she had to find out.

*        *          *


Milky Way, Earth, USA    <MW>

     In a shadowy room a man sat looking out on the night
darkened city. Tendrils of smoke formed around his head. He
turned slowly in his chair as the whisper of robes reached his
ears.

     What he saw there did not surprise him. The little elfin
'man' stood before him. His pointed ears were stiff and alert
showing his agitation.

"What brings you to this neck of the woods?" the smoker asked.
"You *are* aware of the penalty if you are caught." It was not 
a question. A faint smile crossed the lips, denoting his 
pleasure at the thought.

     The elfin 'man' stood his ground. His gray skin darkened
showing his displeasure at the deal that had been made. But, the
risk was necessary. His message was far too important to be
passed on to anyone else.

     "There has been an accident. The carrier Hinderer did not
arrive at the appointed time. We received a faint beacon on an
ancient code grid. A rescue team has been dispatched, but there
is the chance that someone else has received the message also."
The little 'man' awaited a reply.

     "Why does this concern me? Can't *they* take care of it? I
have bigger fish to fry on this end." The man spoke blowing the
smoke so that it reached little 'man's' face, which, though he
was standing, reached only to the seated man's chest.

     "Of course, you have not heard the news from home. It
appears that no good brother of mine, Yoda, did not die as he
should have when we fled. He trained another Jedi, a very 
dangerous Jedi. But of course, you cannot feel the tremor in 
the force so far away. I must also bear you bad news. Your father 
is dead." The elfin man enjoyed the expression of shock that 
passed over the smoker's face. The slight yellowing of the skin
showed this.

     The smoker, taken aback, forgot the cigarette in his hands.
It dropped, and would have fallen on his leg and burned him, had the
elfin man not stopped it in mid-air with a point of his three
fingered hand.

     "I see you are out of practice" the elfin man spoke softly.
Turning to leave, the elfin man spoke over his shoulder. "Rough
times are ahead, son of Palpatine, you have been warned."


***** this version is a repost. There have been minor editing 
changes. 




(*)This story is (c) 1995 by Jackee C. and is given freely for your
personal reading pleasure. For distribution in whole or in part on
any medium, please contact the author for permission. 


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From: JackeeC <74363.2566@CompuServe.COM>
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: NEW:REPOST XJEDI VOL ONE 1/24
Date: 23 Jan 1996 03:35:17 GMT


Disclaimer: Many of the characters in this story belong to others for
ex: Fox and Ten Thirteen productions and Lucasfilm Ltd. This was done
in fun and no insult or copyright infringement is intended. 

Authors Note: In the prologue, you may have noticed, that a certain 
individual did not feel the tremor in the force from another galaxy. I
have been informed that the force is everywhere and that such and
such should have felt the tremor. 

Well, in my version of reality the following analogy applies: The wind
is everywhere. I'm in the U.S., you're in Japan. If someone passes
gas in the U.S. do you smell it in Japan? Well, Japan is another
galaxy, see, and you don't. Relax, this is for fun. :)

Authors Second Note: (sorry, this is the last one) Since this story
has taken on a life of it's own in my, mostly coherent, thought
processes. There will be a volume one and volume two. [revision:
there will be four volumes]

Although I had way too much fun writing this, feedback would really
make my life, be it good, bad, indifferent or life threatening.
Sooo...flames, gripes, screams, expressions of confusion, utter
disbelief or whatever should be addressed to me:                    
							 74363.2566@compuserve.com    


		XJEDI--Vol. 1   
	   by Jackee C. (was GALAXY X)



			  LEAVE TAKING
		  ------------

Chapter one
 
 <GFFA> 

	The halls on the Imperial palace at Coruscant were deserted,
with the exception of a few human guards and security bots. It was
nightside at New Republic headquarters. The presiding members of the
council were all retired to their prospective living quarters. 

	In the depths of the palace, in a hidden corner of the War
room, a long forgotten panel came to life. The audio having been
disconnected from the unknown system in a time of need, no sound was
emitted. 

	A security bot patrolled the rooms, unaware of the silent
beacon. 

	Luke Skywalker slept peacefully in his bed. No visions
disturbed his slumber. He'd seen Mara Jade off on her new assignment.
She'd really seemed more at peace with herself since she'd killed
that clone, Luuke. 

	With the war with Thrawn over, there was now a general quiet over
the galaxy. Perhaps a quiet before the storm. But for tonight Luke
slept in peace. 
	

********

	    <MW--Earth, North Carolina>
Wednesday.

	A young woman hurried through a dimmed office corridor of the
Acme Industrials Hanger.  As she rounded a corner she slammed into a 
tall form. All the air squished out of her lungs for a second. The man
grabbed a hold of her arms to steady her. 

	"Rae, are you all right?" he asked when he saw her expression.
She looked half scared out of her wits. He watched as she mentally
shook it off. 

	"I'm fine, it's just those men in the darks suits really
spooked me. Dan wanted me to get something out of the storage rooms
tonight for the environmental chamber test for first shift. I was
just headed that way." 

	The man nodded. "Okay Rae, but second shift's about to leave
so I'm outta here, unless you want me to wait around until you come
back up from storage." 

	Rae smiled at him, it was nice of him to offer. But since she
was the only woman in the department assigned to the male dominated
field, she declined--despite the spooky feelings the office was
giving her tonight. 

	"Thanks, Mike, I'll be okay," she said. Then as an after
thought, "just leave the muzak on would you." 

	"Finally getting away from the horrible stuff you kids listen 
to?" Mike grinned. 

	Rae just smiled at him. He insisted she was a kid at 27, she
let him. He was *a lot* older than she was, anyway. As she hurried on
to the door that led to storage, her smile broadened as the muzak
crept up in volume a bit.  

	Searching through the purse she'd thrown over her shoulder,
she found her electronic 'key'. The credit card slipped into the slot
for verification and authorization. A green light illuminated and a
click indicated that the door was no longer locked. Her 'key'
reappeared. 

	She glanced at her watch momentarily. Seven past eleven. 
Everyone would be gone by now. She quickened her pace. She 
hated being here alone. 

	Wandering through the piles of boxes and crates, she sought 
out a discontinued product that, her boss, Dan thought he'd 
found an application for. Unfortunately the chamber test had to be 
done first. 

	A particularly ancient and dusty pile loomed before her. 
She was sure she'd seen it here before. Sitting her purse down 
near the container, she found that some of the boxes had been 
opened and that the one she wanted was three deep in the pile. 

	Standing on tip toe she pulled the top crate down. A plastic 
bag sitting on top spilled over.  Hundreds of small metal cylinders
spilled onto her head. Crying out in frustration, she dragged what 
was left of the bag down and proceeded to pick up the cylinders 
from the floor and replace them in the bag. Hoping she'd gotten 
them all, and not caring what might have rolled under other crates,
she sealed the bag and cursed the supply room for incompetence. 

	Sneezing, she turned back to her original task. At last
finding what she needed, she placed the other boxes back on top in no
particular order. There was no way that there was a system to this
mess. With another sneeze, she made her escape from the dim eerieness
of the storage area. 

	Finally able to leave the building, she headed out the back 
door of the complex. Her lonely green Shadow sat beneath the 
trees bordering the woods, at the far side of the parking lot. 
She had to stop parking so far away--that, or beg for a space in 
front of the building. She decided she would park closer.  

	As she drove the winding road from the complex to the main 
road, she was surprised to see a dark van sitting in front of 
the complex through her rear view. She braked, and turned 
in her seat to be sure of what she saw. When she did, she 
noticed Mike's car was still there as well. Relieved, she drove 
on.  

*   *   *   *   *   *

Washington D.C. <MW--earth>


Thursday.

	Special Agent Fox Mulder yawned as he shuffled towards 
the kitchen for breakfast. As he passed the front door, headed 
for the kitchen he noticed an envelope had been slipped 
beneath his door. Pausing, he stooped over to get it and 
then continued on to get his Captain Crunch. 

	Over his cereal he opened the envelope. It contained an 
article from the Charlotte Observer. It concerned a
historical sight on the outskirts of Charlotte, that 
had burned to the ground during the night.  The 
warehouse of Acme Industrial had held several historical
articles having to do with flight. The next sentence caused 
him to freeze, with his spoon halfway to his mouth. 
The Acme Industries warehouse had been a storage 
and testing facility for military surveillance equipment. 

	There was no official cause for the fire listed. The 
owner of the building a Steve Maycex had given a 
statement concerning the fact that the roof had been 
engulfed in flame first. The roof had then collapsed unto
the other levels and thus destroyed everything.

	If arson had been involved and this was indeed a
government contract house, then an investigation 
would ensue. Agent Mulder wondered, though. The article  
had made no mention of arson. He decided to do some digging. 


	*   *   *   *   *   *

	A man spoke into a telephone. "Were you able to 
recover the items?" he asked.  While listening with 
apparent disinterest, he drew on a cigarette. 

	"Complications?" he asked, after blowing out a 
cloud of smoke. 

	"Continue on to phase II." 

*   *   *   *   *   *

	Rae woke later than usual, at 12:30 p.m.  She'd been on-line 
a bit late the night before. It tended to relax her. She'd needed it
after the night she'd had last night. First those men in the 
dark suits and glasses, at night mind you! and then the ticket. 
She'd forgotten to turn on her lights when she left work and so
a policeman had pulled her over, and unfortunately, that was 
when he noticed that her inspection sticker was past due. 

	Showering and grabbing some 'breakfast' she got ready for 
work. She really didn't need to be there till three, but she wanted 
to stop by the bank to deposit first. 

	For the drive out she popped in Copland.  She'd show Mike 
yet that she could listen to Pearl Jam and Classical and still 
remain sane. 

	When she approached the long drive leading back to Acme 
something appeared strange. And there was an odd smell to the 
air. She didn't realize what it was until she saw the rubble that 
used to be Acme. A red fire marshal's car was parked near the 
ruins.  

	She felt tears welling in her eyes. So much in that building 
had represented hard work and determination for her.  Steeling 
herself she went over to talk to one of the men sifting through 
the mess. 

	"Sir," she started, "what happened?" 

	The burly officer looked up at her.  "This building was 
destroyed in a fire in the early hours of this morning." he said. 
 Seeing the corner of the badge sticking out of her pocket, he 
continued, "Did you work here?" 

	Rae nodded. "Have you figured out how it happened?"
she asked. Recognizing some of the incineration patterns 
from some of the tests she'd done in the chamber. The fire 
seemed to have burned from the basement up. She 
remembered her trip to storage the night before and a 
sliver of apprehension snaked through her. 

	The man paused for a moment, she reminded him of his 
daughter.  He had a job to do. He gave her an answer. "The 
fire seems to have started from the roof and after the roof 
itself collapsed the fire spread to the rest of the building." 

	Rae looked at him stunned for a second. "But...the 
patterns...," her voice trailed off as she pointed to a piece 
of wall still standing. His expression had changed. He'd 
flushed with...embarrassment, anger, panic?  

	The man looked at her in amazement. He had orders 
to follow and a job to do.  "Miss I have work to do, you 
really shouldn't be here." Turning, he dismissed her. 

	Rae stood for a moment, apprehension growing. She'd 
call Mike, that's what she'd do. There was no way that
burned as the Marshall had suggested. Mike would know. 

	As she searched through her purse for the business 
card Mike had given her months before, she found that 
a couple of the cylinders from the night before must 
have fallen into her purse. Absently she put them in her 
ash tray as she dialed Mike's home number. 

	A woman's anxious voice picked up the phone. No 
doubt his wife. 

	"Hello, is Mike there, " Rae asked. 

	The woman seemed to deflate, "No, he isn't here, 
he didn't come home last night and I'm worried sick, can
you help me find him, the police say I have to wait 24 hours," she 
confided. 

	Rae's heart froze. "I'm terribly sorry," she choked out.
"I must have a wrong number I'm looking for a Mike...
Jones," she managed.  Then quickly broke the 
connection.  

	Rae started her car and drove automatically. Not 
paying much attention to her destination, until she 
realized she had driven home. As she pulled past her 
apartment complex she saw a black van like the one
from yesterday parked in her court. She kept on going. 

	She didn't know what else to do. She felt that some
terrible thing had happened to Mike. And that fire 
Marshall...  The light turned red up ahead. She frantically searched her
wallet for the number her father had given her three years earlier,
just before he'd died. It wasn't there.   

	The light turned green. 

	Steering the car one-handedly, she dumped the contents of her
purse, looking for the smaller wallet, where she kept her
identification. A small metallic object rolled under the seat, along
with an ink pen and a chapstick. Having retrieved the card, she
quickly dialed the number.


	*   *   *   *   *   *

Washington D.C.


	Asst. Director Skinner sat in his office reviewing field
reports. His secretary was offering more papers for him to sign. He
was rather surprised when his private line rang. 


	end part 1  

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From: JackeeC <74363.2566@CompuServe.COM>
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: NEW:REPOST XJEDI VOL ONE 2/24
Date: 23 Jan 1996 03:37:16 GMT


Disclaimer from previous chapter still in force. 


XJEDI-- part 2
Thursday. 

     When Special Agent Dana Scully stepped into the X-files office,
it was to find that her partner was already there. No surprise. He
was busy typing at his computer, several files lay open on his desk.
 

     "Hey Scully," he greeted her, barely glancing up.

     She saw the gleam in his eyes, he was on to something. Great, it
was Thursday. She hoped it wasn't going to ruin her weekend plans.
Melissa had suggested she go out with this guy. She'd said he was
perfect for Dana. Reason enough, from Dana's point of view to avoid
him like the plague. Melissa only seemed to know 'out there' guys. 

     The night before, however, she'd become suspicious at the market,
when a gentleman had kept watching her. He'd been dressed nicely, in 
business attire. He had been tall, muscularly built and darkly 
handsome.  When Dana had pulled her cart up to the checkout 
counter, he'd pulled up behind her.  He awkwardly carried
an arm load of items.

     "Excuse me," he'd said from behind her, while she waited her
turn. 

     "Yes?" she'd answered emotionlessly. Not letting on that she was 
worried about, what seemed to be, the undue attention he'd been 
giving her.  

     "Are you Dana Scully by any chance?" he'd asked smiling. 

     Taken aback, Dana hadn't replied for a few seconds. 

"Uhm...yes I am," she'd finally gotten out, betraying her confusion.
and curiosity. "Do I know you?" 

     He'd laughed then, "No, I don't think so. Allow me to introduce
myself," he'd started as he dumped his items on the counter. Offering
his hand, he continued, "I'm Benjamin Adams, you can call me Ben,
though. I'm a friend of Melissa's. She's told me a lot about you." 

     Dana blinked, and then her eyes widened. Surprised pleasure had
flowed through her. The name *had* clicked in her brain. He was the
guy Lissa had told her about.  He was quite a 'specimen'.  

     After her items had been checked he'd passed her a slip of paper,
with a sly grin. "Dinner, Friday night?" he'd asked. 

     She'd looked up into his eyes and been unable to resist the charm
that poured from the man. Where had Lissa found this one? and why was
she trying to give him away? "All right," she'd said, stuffing the
slip of paper in her pocket.  

     "I'll call you," he said.

     "But, you don't have my phone number," she'd replied.

     "I will," he'd challenged. 

     Dana had raised an amused eyebrow and walked out of the grocery
store, promising that she'd revise her opinion on Lissa's taste in
men. Then, recalling Lissa's current steady, she'd amended that to
Lissa's taste in men for her.

     Coming back to the present, she decided to find out just what
Mulder was about to get them in to.  

     "What's up?" she asked her partner, picking up one of the folders
on his desk. 

     Pulling his eyes away from the screen, he looked to see what file
she had. Taking it away from her, he placed the newspaper article,
that had ended up on his doorstep this morning, in her hand. 

     Reading over the article, Scully's 'you don't really believe this
means anything, Mulder' expression fell over her face. Out loud, she
said, "Let me guess, we're going to Charlotte? Maybe catch the
Hornets?" 

     Mulder grinned at her, "No, not yet, got a date first." 
     
     Scully's face dropped, "how'd you know?" she said and then 
realized her mistake. He hadn't known. 

     Mulder looked at her in askance. She returned the look, mentally
kicking herself. Was she that bad off? Sure, she hadn't dated since
who knew when, and why shouldn't she? And why should she explain that
to Mulder? 

     When she didn't reply, Mulder continued, "*Our* date is this
morning in...thirty five minutes." Grabbing his coat, he headed for
the door. Rolling her eyes toward the ceiling, Scully followed. 

*   *   *   *   *   *

Office of the Lone Gunmen


     The three misfits stood before a projector when Mulder walked in.
Mulder handed the article he had received to Frohike. Frohike glanced
at it then nodded gravely, passing it on to Byer's who looked at it
intently for a few seconds and nodded with some gravity at the 
third gunmen, Langley, before handing it to him.  Who then gave it a
cursory once over before passing it back to Mulder with a meaningful
look. 

     Through out their exchange, Scully had looked at them and Mulder
as if they were all lunatics. What was this ceremonial passing of the
article?  She suspected they were doing it for her benefit, after all
Frohike had started it. Shrugging it off, she focused on what was
being said. 

     "...warehouse owned by a Steve Maycex. He inherited it from his
father Colonel Wayne Maycex. We put out our feelers," Frohike said,
wiggling his fingers in the air, "and we have received some data
since our previous e-mail communication." 

     On cue, the lights dimmed and the projector came on. "This is
Judith Reenes, she was reported missing under strange circumstances,
three days ago.  After dropping her spouse off at work, she failed to
return home. Her car was found, keys and purse inside, but no Mrs.
Reenes. Yesterday morning she was found a hundred miles away,
disoriented, by Greensboro authorities. She has no memory of what
happened over the past 3 days. Mrs. Reenes' husband worked for Acme
Industrials Warehouse." 

     Mulder mulled over this new information. "Are all of your
'feelers'," he imitated the motion Frohike had made, "in?" 

     "We are expecting others soon. Meanwhile, I'd like to make small
talk, with your lovely partner." Frohike grinned in Scully's
direction. 

     Scully gave him her coolest expression. Then gave Mulder one as
well. He could have warned her. She would have stayed at the office.


*   *   *   *   *   *



<GFFA>  Coruscant, Imperial Palace

     "R2D2, whatever are you blabbering on about?" C3PO said 
disdainfully to his counterpart. "Palace security is most efficient
and are surely taking care of any alarms." 

     The little droid responded with a series of beeps and whistles 
that didn't speak very highly of security or Threepio's intelligence. 
The little droid rolled off away from his friend. 


     "R2D2!" Threepio exclaimed, as he watched his friend roll away. 
With a sigh of resignation, he shuffled off after him. 

     Artoo rolled into the docking area, closely followed by Threepio,
where Luke Skywalker was helping his brother-in-law, Han Solo, with
the Millennium Falcon. Han had decided to retrofit some new system or
other to the already interesting collection. 

     As he looked up from the ships topside and saw the R2 unit 
followed by the golden droid, his mouth turned down into a frown. 
What could that bucket of bolts want now? And the day had been 
going so well. But, to his surprise, the droids went right past his 
position and around the side to where Luke was working. He sighed, 
telling himself it was a good thing they hadn't been looking for him. 

     "R2D2, you should not be disturbing Master Luke with such 
nonsense!" Threepio was saying as the droids approached Luke. 

     "What's going on, you two?" Luke said, looking down from his 
position beneath a rear repulser generator panel. He listened intently
to Artoo's beeps and whistles. He'd come to understand quite a lot 
of what the little droid said. He caught something about a beacon. 
His Jedi sense stirred ever so slightly. Lowering the repulser
platform to floor level, he had to know more, "What's he saying,
Threepio?" 

     "Master Luke, he's simply blabbering nonsense..." Threepio
started. Honestly he didn't know what got into R2 some of the time. 

     "Threepio..." Luke said, warningly. This was important. He could 
feel it. 

     In a resigned voice, Threepio answered the question. Perhaps 
Master Luke was just humoring his little friend. "He says that
there is a beacon going off somewhere in the palace. He insists 
that security doesn't know about it." 

     Luke considered for a moment. A beacon somewhere in the 
palace. Could there be some sort of spy activity going on again. 
That trouble with Thrawn had only just ended, perhaps someone 
else was trying their hand. 

     "Artoo, do you think you can find it?" Luke asked. He smiled
at the little droids replied whistle of confidence. 

     "Well, what are we waiting for?" Luke asked dropping the oily
rag he'd been holding into the tool chest. Walking around the ship, 
he yelled up to Han that he'd be back soon. Han waved him on, 
grumbling something under his breathe, that Luke pretended not to
notice. 

*   *   *   *   *   *

     Somewhere in space. 


     A small group of people huddled in the small chamber.
It was nice to be near someone, even if they had no idea where
they were. 

     The young woman, that had gathered everyone together, was 
awake.  All concept of time was missing. She didn't know how long
it had been, since they'd escaped. She only knew she was hungry 
and scared. 

     She looked over the small group. They were all young, children 
really. She didn't know hold old she was. She didn't feel young.  
She knew that many of them cried a lot, she heard them often 
enough. Sometimes, 'they' would let her go to them. She never 
cried anymore.  She had to be strong for them, to take care of them. 

     They were sleeping now. She would try again to get to the 
other side of  that wall. Where 'they' were. She *had* to find
out why they hadn't come out when the barriers broke. Maybe
they were dead. Maybe they were afraid. Maybe this was 
another test and if she went beyond the wall, they'd kill her. 
She had to know. She had to get there. 
That was where the food was. 





<MW> Earth, Washington D.C. --X-files office. 



     "No way, Mulder. We have no authority to go in there. If 
an investigation is called for, I guarantee, it won't be an X-file." 
Scully was saying, as she reached into her pocket for the office 
key.  A folder piece of white paper fell from her pocket and 
fluttered to the floor. 

     Mulder moved to pick it up as she unlocked the door. He 
was prepared to give counter-argument to her previous
statement, when something in her expression gave her away. 
She'd just realized what the slip of paper was. 

     A slow grin spread over Mulder's face. "Could it be...?" he 
teased. Preparing to open the paper. Then, stopping, "Nah, 
I'm sure this must be for your eyes only." He handed it to her. 

     When Scully reached for the paper, Mulder quickly pulled 
it back. "But then, we *are* partners. What's yours is mine..." 
He prepared to open it again. 

     What Benjamin had written on that paper was for her eyes only,
but it wasn't so bad that Mulder couldn't see it. Besides, he knew so
much about her already. What did it matter if he knew a little more.
It made sense. It was logical. So what if he knew what Ben thought of
her blue eyes? He *was* her partner. She had it all worked out in her
head. Which, did little to explain why she suddenly made a dive at
Mulder, in an attempt to retrieve Ben's phone number. 

     Mulder ducked back, keeping the number high over his head, but
loosing his balance a bit. He caught himself by sitting heavily on
the edge of his desk. 

     Scully pressed her advantage and made another grab for the piece
of paper. Unfortunately, his body was much longer than hers. Her feet
got tangled in his long legs, and she fell across his chest.
 
     Mulder caught her with his free arm, dragging her to him to keep
her from rolling to the floor. His other was still outstretched over
his head. 

     That was when they heard Skinner clear his throat. 

     They both froze, looking dumbfounded into the furious expression
of their boss. 

     Scully scrambled from Mulder's chest and retreated in the general
direction of her own desk. Her countenance fell even further, when
Skinner took the slip of paper from Mulder's hand and read it.  The
phone number was written in Ben's hand. Followed immediately by his
quite eloquent assessment of her eyes. Why oh why had she left that
note in her pocket?

     Skinner looked up at her. His expression was completely
unreadable.  
     
     Scully couldn't hold his gaze, she looked quickly away. 

     Skinner slipped the paper into his pocket. "Both of you, come 
with me. Now." He spoke the words softly, before turning on his heel.
The two Agents followed silently behind him. Softly spoken words from
Skinner, when he was wearing *that* expression meant BIG trouble.  

     A look of apprehension passed between the two of them, when he
didn't even look at them, during the elevator trip to the...first
floor?

     Walter Skinner walked briskly ahead of his two agents. These were
his best and his favorite. And most troublesome. But, he trusted
them. That little scene in the office, he knew, was nothing. He would
have a good laugh about it later, when no one was watching of course.
In fact, he was having trouble keeping his face straight, even now.
Scully's expression when he'd read that note had been absolutely
priceless. 

     The elevator slid open them. For now, there were other 
considerations.

     They'd reached the first floor. Skinner directed them toward 
doors leading to the outside. He wished he could read their
minds at this moment. 

     When he stopped and turned to look at them, both had 
expressions quietly bordering on panic. 
     
     "Sir?" Mulder said after swallowing noticeably. 

     Skinner savored the moment for only a second longer, before
plunging in. "I have some important business that needs attending.
This assignment is completely confidential. No one else is to know
about it. When it's complete contact me at this number." He pulled a
card from his shirt pocket and handed it to Scully, along with her
slip of paper. He kept his expression carefully blank. 

     She quickly shoved both into her pocket.

      Skinner continued, "Tickets are waiting for you at Washington
National, you'll be traveling to Charlotte, North Carolina. You'll be
meeting a Theraesa Manning. You are not to page her. She will page
you as Mr. and Mrs. John Smith. Once you've made contact, find a safe
place, and tomorrow, I'll expect you to drive her back here." 

     When Skinner had finished speaking, he waited for the inevitable 
argument from Agent Mulder that this wasn't related to the X-files.
That this assignment should logically have gone to another
department. Questions concerning the need for secrecy. There was none
forth-coming. 

     "That's it, get going," he said. "Your plane leaves at 2:20. " 

*   *    *   *   *   *

     "What Mulder, no arguments, no questions." Scully said. Mulder
hadn't lodged one protest against an obviously un Special Agent
assignment. 

     "Are you kidding?" Mulder said. "We are now headed for Panther
Country, who am I to argue with fate, Scully? I'm probably on a roll.
I don't want to ruin it."
     

Charlotte-Douglas International Airport


     "Mr. and Mrs. John Smith, please report to the courtesy desk. Mr.
and Mrs. John Smith, your party is waiting for you at the courtesy
desk," a voice rang out over the intercom system. 

     "Come on, Pocahontas," Mulder said as they headed toward the
courtesy desk, in search of one Theraesa Manning. 

     A brown skinned young woman, dressed stylishly in pink,
approached uncertainly. "Mr. and Mrs. John Smith?" she asked. 

     "Last I checked," Mulder responded dryly. The young woman sighed
in relief, "I'm Rae Manning. I'm so glad you're here. I just didn't
know what else to do, except to call the number." 

     "The number?" Scully questioned. Whose number had she called?

     "Yeah, it's the number my dad gave me a couple years back. Before
he died. He said I should call it if I ever got into really bad
trouble."


     "And whose number was it?" Mulder asked, a thought occurring to
him. 

     "It belonged to a man, Mr. Skinner, I think he said," she shook
her head. "Do you guys work for a security company or something?"

      "Yeah," Mulder said, unspecificly, though his interest had
suddenly heightened. How had she ended up with Skinner's number? He
turned to Scully giving her a look full of meaning. "We should get
out of here," he said. 

     "I'll get a rental car," Scully replied.  

     "We can use my car." Rae said. "It's just parked across the deck 
there." 

     "We should get a rental car. We don't know what we're dealing
with, and this isn't a good place to talk." Mulder explained to her
as Scully went on toward the car rental desk. " I'm Fox Mulder and my
partner is Dana Scully. Will you be needing anything out of your car?
It could be a few days before we come back here." Mulder purposely
didn't tell her they were FBI. If Skinner hadn't told her, he
wouldn't unless it became necessary.

     "Uh...yes," Rae said. "My purse, I didn't bring it with me, I
just brought my I.D." 

     "Okay," Mulder said. "We'll go get it then, as soon as my
partner comes back."


     *   *   *   *   *   *

Parking deck

     "There it is," Rae said, when she saw her green Shadow sitting 
where she'd parked it after talking to Mr. Skinner. 

     Mulder parked the car across from it. Then, they all got out and 
headed toward Rae's car. Rae retrieved her purse from the trunk, while
Mulder looked around the deck for any sign that someone was watching.
A charm that hung on a chain around her neck, caught on her trunk. 

     She sighed in frustration, "My nerves are a wreck. You wouldn't 
believe the past two days I've had!" The catch on the front of the 
charm had broken. 

     The charm opened to reveal a picture. It showed a dark skinned 
man, with intense eyes. Even though he was clean shaven, having 
only a mustache. It was unmistakable who this man was. 

     Scully's sharply indrawn breathe drew Mulder's attention. 
Mulder paled when he saw who was pictured there. His mysterious
informant's face, Mr. X, was pictured there. "Who is this man?" he 
asked more forcefully than he should have. 

     Rae looked at him strangely, taking a step back. "It's my dad, he
died almost three years ago. Did you know him?"

     Scully could see that Mulder was battling over this. Before he 
could say anything more, she spoke up, "No we don't. For a moment
there, he looked familiar, but now I see, he can't be who I thought he
was." Mulder nodded, before looking away. 

     Rae seemed to accept that. Removing the chain, she placed the 
broken locket into her purse. "Oh wait," she said. "There's one more 
thing. I accidentally brought them home from Acme." She headed around 
to the passenger side door. 

     "Acme?" Mulder said.

     "Yes, Acme Industries, it burned down." By now she had the door
unlocked and opened. She leaned inside to retrieve the objects from 
her ashtray.

     Mulder looked in amazement at Scully. Could all of this possibly
be just falling into his lap?

     "Here they are," Rae said, handing the two metal cylinders to the
Agents. 

     Both Scully and Mulder thought the earth must have come to a 
screeching halt when they saw the two metal cylinders. They were 
identical to the ones Scully had pulled from the sinus cavity of a 
corpse, so long ago.  

end part 2
     

=========================================================================== 

From: JackeeC <74363.2566@CompuServe.COM>
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: NEW:REPOST XJEDI VOL ONE 3/24
Date: 23 Jan 1996 03:38:23 GMT


DISCLAIMER: I still mean what I said in part one. Honestly. Who would
believe these guys belong to me anyway? 'Cept Rae of course, but who's
she...really?

XJEDI (GALAXY X) 
part 3


     "Theraesa, I think you should start from the beginning," Mulder
was saying. He'd decided that it would be best to get out of the city
before finding a place to stay for the night. He continually glanced
in the rear-view for evidence of a tail. 

     "Rae." Rae said correcting his use of her name, it was a mouth
full. "Do you guys know what those things are, you both seem pretty
spooked." She looked from one to the other. Neither agent was able to
answer her.
  
     Scully felt shaky about having the tubes with them. If they were
after Rae, she might be killed if they thought she knew something.
"Mulder, I think we need to get rid of the cylinders." 

     Mulder caught her gaze in the mirror. He had evidence. Hard
evidence that the government was in on, at least, some sort of
conspiracy that involved abduction and mutation of it's citizens. He
didn't want it out of his sight. He was prepared to argue.
 
     "Just in case," Scully added softly, seeing him gearing up. "We
could package it up and mail it someplace."
 
     "Where could we mail it? They regularly go through my stuff. We
have to assume that your apartment is bugged or worse also." Mulder
decided to at least consider it, it did make a certain amount of
sense. 

     "I don't know," Scully shrugged. She didn't want to involve her
family in this, she didn't just happen to have a p.o. box just
sitting around either. 

     "What about Mr. Skinner," Rae offered softly from the front seat.
"He seems like a really nice man." 

     Scully caught Mulder's eyes in surprise, a small smile spread
across both their faces. Perfect.
 
     "I take it this is settled?" Rae said. At Mulder's nod, "there's
a post office a few blocks to the right at the next light." 

*   *   *   *   *   *

<GFFA>   Coruscant, Imperial Palace, War Room


     "What do we have here?" Luke said, as he stepped around Artoo. 
     The corner was dim, but a pale flicker of light blinked steadily,
on and off. Luke reached out a finger and touched the area, to his
surprise, the panel extended outwards. Inside, a small terminal
appeared. A coded message scrolled rapidly across the screen.
 
     "Threepio, what do you make of that?" Luke asked, looking up over
his shoulder at the golden protocol droid. 
     "Master Luke, I am fluent in over six million forms of
communication, but, I must say, this is most foreign to me." 
     Artoo made a sharp whistling. Rocking side to side, he twirled
his 'head' in Threepio's direction beeping and warbling excitedly. 

     "Yes, Artoo, yes, I see," Threepio seemed caught up in Artoo's
excitement as well. 

     "What is it?" Luke asked placing a hand on Artoo, but looking at 
Threepio. He wanted to hear it in plain Basic.
 
     "Master Luke, there appear to be coordinates within the message.
Artoo think it's a distress call of some kind," Threepio started.
"The coordinates point to a particularly distant sector of the outer
rim." 

     "Is there a time stamp on the message?" Luke asked. He hoped it
wasn't too late. If the message had travel so far, it could have been
days or weeks since the message was sent out.
 
     "I'm afraid, we can not determine that, Master Luke. But Artoo
does not believe this message reached Coruscant by ordinary measures.
It seems that there is no receiver actually connected to this panel
at all." Threepio seemed to consider what he'd said for a moment
before turning to his counterpart.

     "Artoo, what sort of nonsense is this? How can we receive a
message, with no receiver?" Threepio continued his berating of his
little friend. 

     Luke considered what he'd just heard. Was there a way to send a
message without a receiver? An organic transmitter...? Luke went back
to the box for a closer inspection. Whatever powered that thing, he
should be able to feel it with the force...

     Closing his eyes, Luke drew on the force. He felt the presence of
the two droids who were in the room with him and all the minute signs
of life nearby. He focused in on the little panel, it's flashing
lights, it's display, and beyond that to the inner workings. 

     Suddenly, he felt himself drug. His consciousness was yanked into
the vast expanse of space itself. The beacon vibrated through the
very fabric of the universe. A broad panorama of color and space-song
danced before his sense, for the briefest moment and then, in the
next instant, he saw it. 

     A ship, a mere wisp against the star light. He was sure it would
have been barely visible to the unaided eye. But, not to the force.
He felt something on the ship. Something dark, malevolent,
but...sleeping? Then, he felt something more. Children. Fear. Hunger.
Confusion. Voices...whispering, "Luke, wake up now, Luke, please
Luke..." 

     "Leia...?" Luke looked up into the worried gaze of his sister. He
heard running footsteps and then saw Chewbacca round the corner
followed by Han. He was lying flat on the floor of the War room. What
had happened?

     "What happened?" he asked, sitting up. He was fine, if only
slightly light headed. Leia held onto his arm. 

     "We were getting ready to have lunch, when I felt
you...fall...away from me. I thought you were dying, Luke." Leia said
on a whisper. "It was so fast, what happened?" 

     Luke looked towards the panel. "I don't know." 



     <MW> Earth,  North Carolina


     "Rae, we need you to tell us everything you can about what
happened in the past couple of days. Sort of give us an idea of what 
we may be up against." The trio had found a motel on the outskirts of 
Concord, North Carolina.  They'd gotten two adjoining rooms. Scully
and Rae shared a double. They had all gathered in Scully and Rae's
room after checking in. 

      "I just hope it isn't those guys in the dark van," Rae spoke
from a corner chair. She was exhausted, though for her, the day had
just begun. 
  
     "There were guys in a dark van?" Scully asked. She wondered if
Rae knew just how much trouble she might be in. She doubted it. She
remembered her and Mulder's experience with a dark van. It had lead
to the sudden demise of Mulder's informant, the one he'd referred to
as Deep Throat.

     "Yeah, I saw it twice." 

     "Did you get a look at who was inside?" Mulder asked. If she
could I.D. them, her danger tripled.

     "Nah, it was always from a distance. But, if you want my opinion,
I think it was those guys with the dark suits and shades, who showed
up at Acme last night. I mean, dark suits, dark glasses, dark van,
right?" 

     Scully blinked at the odd logic, and wondered why it made sense.
'Okay assume we're in BIG trouble' Scully thought to herself.
 
     "Dark suits and dark glasses...?" Mulder prompted her for more
info. His mind returned an image from his own past, of men dressed in
dark suits and glasses, in the middle of the night, chasing him away
from a warehouse containing humans infused with alien DNA. 

     "It was strange, because the offices are closed at night. I
generally work in the lab, but I had to go up front to make copies,
one second I was alone and then the next they were...just there.
Three of them. Scared me so bad, I spilled all my papers.
 
     "One of them helped me pick them up. I could almost swear he
looked at every paper. And when he was done he gave me this
smile...really slow, you know, and it just gave me the creeps and
then they just walked off. Never said a single word. I think I must
have been on edge the rest of the night. That's probably how I ended
up spilling that bag with those metal tubes in it."

     "Did you say there was a *bag* of those cylinders?" Mulder asked,
his eyes rising to meet Scully's. Was she getting all this?

     "There were...hundreds, they spilled and fell on my head," she
nodded, "  I'm pretty sure that that's how they got in my purse." 

     Scully had wrapped her arms about herself. She remembered what 
had happened to her shortly after she'd run a metal object, much like
those cylinders over an ordinary grocery scanner. If there were 
'hundreds'...

     "Had you ever seen them before last night?" Mulder asked. "Are
they similar to anything else Acme designed?" 

      "Not any design I'm familiar with. At first I thought they were
maybe some sort of machined part, but, there are no threads, so that
leaves me with no ideas, without studying it some more. " 

     "Listen," Rae added changing the subject slightly. "There's 
something else. Mike. He's missing. Or he was before I called Mr. 
Skinner. That's mostly why I called, see. I think something really bad
happened to him." 

     Scully's eyes widened. "Let's take it from the top," she said.
"So we can have the correct order of events." 

     Rae took a deep breath and started from the beginning. 


*   *   *   *   *   *


<GFFA> Coruscant 

     "Hey Luke," Han Solo spoke from the bottom of the Falcon's ramp. 
"ten minutes." 

     The group of friends were headed out to the coordinates stated in
the message to see what was going on.  Leia had after much discussion
been unable to convince Han that she should be along. Her job was to
make ready for whatever they might find out there. 

     Besides some one would have to explain this all to the council
anyway. Han couldn't think of a better candidate. He himself, didn't
have a clue, he was just the pilot. Let Luke, and that force of his,
figure that part.

     So Luke, Han, Chewie, and the two droids, done packing the ship
with extra food supplies and medical equipment headed out for the 
rim. 

     "Course set Chewie?" Han asked from the pilots seat, after they
had reached sufficient altitude.

     Chewie growled an affirmative reply. 

     Luke sat just behind  Han, "How long before we reach the set 
coordinates?" 

     "Looks like about fourteen hours, kid." Han said. "Nothing to 
do now but wait till we get there." 

     Luke disagreed. "I think, I'll do some meditating," he said as he
got up and left. 

     Han watched him go. Chewie growled a question towards him. 
"I don't know, pal. Guess we'll just find out when he tells us." 

*   *   *   *   *   *

     Luke sat in one of the more private areas of the Millennium
Falcon, a rather large storage closet off a sleeping area.
 
     Closing his eyes, he reached out through the force. He focused 
on the panel. He remembered it in even minute detail. It, in fact, was
now stowed in an auxiliary panel of the Falcon's aft terminals.

     He focused cautiously on the workings. The materials used were 
common enough. The plasteel  enclosure encased the display, which
had standard display workings. The flashing light; however, was
another story. On closer inspection he saw that it was a cylindrical
object that appeared to glow on one end. It sat within the plasteel
enclosure, but there was no electrical connection.

     He focused on other areas of the enclosure. It was a hollow
space. There was nothing else there. Nothing. The area was a vacuum.
That in itself was not so unusual, many pieces of equipment were in
vacuum to protect inner workings from corrosive influence.  But, here
there was nothing really to protect. Display's were the simplest of
devices, no vacuum would be needed for that.
 
     Turning his mind, he refocused on the signal itself.  Very
carefully, he reached out. Again he felt his sense yanked out into
the expanse of space. His mind was drowned in thousands of
sensations. Struggling against the fierce tide, he focused on the
origins of the signals and in the next instant found that the ship
was again there. The same as it was before. Again he felt the
sleeping dark presence's from before, but also the others. Their minds
all seemed to wear the quietness of sleep. Except one.



Somewhere in space <GFFA> 


     The young woman felt that she'd sat here long enough. Just
debating what to do would get them nowhere. The younger ones would
need food. Carefully, she extracted herself from one, especially
young, little girl. Getting up a little stiffly, she wondered if the
temperature had dropped.
  
     Passing back into the dirty corridor, she felt along the rock
formations, that made up the corridor 'walls'.  Though they appeared
rough and cool to look at, there was a definite pulsing warmth to the
surface. Some of the warmth had faded since her previous exploration.
That bothered her. If the walls were cooler, that meant it actually
was getting cooler, as she'd  feared. She wondered how long it might
be before it got really cold.

     Continuing along the dim corridors, she came, again, to the wall.
This one wasn't constructed of the warm rock, like the rest of the
walls. It was a gleaming metal wall, that seemed to have slid into
place. The wall was cool to touch. She strained to push it up. Nothing
happened. She tried again, pushing with all her might. In the midst
of her pushing, she felt something.
 
     Immediately, she let go of the wall. She stood completely still.
An eerie sensation crept up her spine. She felt as if someone was
standing behind her. Heart pounding, she forced herself to turn
around and face whoever would be there.

     A transparent image of a man dressed in black clothing stood
before her. His hair was sandy blonde and his eyes were closed. She
gasped in her shock.

     The eyes opened to reveal their pale blue color. The young woman
froze in terror. Where had he come from? The image of the man reached
a hand in her direction, while taking a step closer.
 
     She backed herself as close to the wall as she could, squeezing
herself into a corner. But, the image, relentlessly, continued
forward. His hand reached for her shoulder. 

     When he touched her, a change came over her. Her chest convulsed 
briefly and then she crumpled to the floor beside the doors. 


*   *   *   *   *   *



     Luke Skywalker sat deep in meditation. In his minds eye, he saw
the interior of the ship. He felt himself glide through the halls of
the vessel. He was looking for the one he'd felt. The one with the
power of the force, so strong, that even though she was unaware of
it, he could feel it. He saw her then, standing against a plasteel
barrier. He opened his eyes, not seeing the many backup parts and
such stored around him on the Falcon, but the young woman who stood
before him. 

     He reached a hand out towards her. She was frightened, he wanted
to reassure her. He tried to send good will and friendship towards
her mind. But, she didn't feel it, it didn't reach her. She backed
away from him until she was pressed against the wall. Perhaps, if he
touched her, she would understand that he meant no harm. He stepped
closer to her.
 
     His hand touched her shoulder. and passed right through. He felt
her heart lurch in her chest. She'd had a brief glimpse of his sense
before a barrier of cold white light, shot up in her mind. He felt a
memory come screaming towards him, as if from a long distance. A
strange word. It hit his sense as if he'd been branded, searing
across his consciousness, before he lost all thought...



      Millennium Falcon


     "Luke! Luke! Come on, kid..." Han yelled at his friend who lay
prone half out of a storage locker. Luke had turned several shades of
blue, before color flooded his face and he sat up with a yell.
 
     A word echoed through his brain, "Fox...!" Then the memory was
gone. He tried to reach out and get it back. But it wouldn't come, a
blinding white wall of light erected itself it it's place. He grabbed
at the massive hammer banging away in his head.
 
     "Kid!" Han grabbed his arm. "You all right?" 

     Luke looked at the anxious faces of Han and Chewie. The droids
stood in the background. Threepio, howling worriedly like a mother
hen and Artoo beeping and twittering anxiously. 

     "I'm fine," he said, "just a galaxy-sized headache." He massaged
at his temples. That was one memory he wouldn't touch again. 

     "What happened back here?" Han demanded seeing that his friend
was now, apparently, all right. 

     "I was just meditating." Luke said, lamely. "You know, trying to
get a sense of what we're headed for." 
 
     "Listen, I don't know much about the force, but what I do know is
that it just ain't normal for you to wake up screaming from 'just
meditating'. You were turning all blue on us. How do you expect me to
go home and explain that to your sister?" 

     "Han," Luke said, sitting up, trying to calm his brother-in-law
down, "I was just taken by surprise that's all. Listen, I think I've
found all I can for now anyway. So no more meditating on the box."

     Han seemed mildly appeased. "Well, all right," he grumbled. Luke
hadn't ever lied to him, that he could remember. But, he was still
tempted to have Chewbacca stand guard over him. He wasn't even
surprised when Chewie suggested just that with a growl.


<MW>  Earth, Charlotte North Carolina, USA

 
     
     "So what are we going to do, now?" Rae asked looking
from one agent to the other. She'd just finished telling them her
story. Scully had taken notes, while Mulder had interjected a
question here and there. 

     Scully glanced at the little clock that sat on the table near the
bedside. Five-thirty two. She heard the television come on. 

      "News," said Rae. "I want to see if they have anything to say
about Acme." 

     "Well, are you guys hungry?" Mulder asked. "I could pick up
dinner."  He knew he was starved. With women, who knew?

     Scully looked at Rae, who was starring transfixed, at the screen.
Her own face was plastered across the screen along with a phone
number for Crimestoppers. She was wanted for arson and questioning
concerning the disappearance of a co-worker. A Mike Ashton.

end part three


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From: JackeeC <74363.2566@CompuServe.COM>
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: NEW:REPOST XJEDI VOL ONE 4/24
Date: 23 Jan 1996 03:39:27 GMT


part 4: disclaimer still in force from Chapter one.

XJEDI part 4



<MW> Earth, Interstate 85, North Carolina

     The white Corsica shot along I-85 just above the speed limit.
"You guys I'm so sorry I got you involved in this mess," Rae
apologized for the third time since they'd left the motel. 

     "This little mess?" Mulder questioned distractedly looking at the
sky, "it's nothing." It was a full moon. 

     The car crested a slight hill, near exit 46, then went back down
a slight decline.
 
     "Mulder take this exit," Scully spoke up suddenly. 

     Mulder cut the wheel sharply across another lane in order to make
the exit. An irritated driver laid into his horn in disgust at
Mulder's technique. At the end of the exit ramp, Mulder halted the
car. "What's going on?" 

     "I think I saw a road block when we crested that last hill,"
Scully supplied, looking around to see if they were followed off of
the exit. "I think we should keep moving." 

     "Yeah," Mulder said, making a right turn onto the darkened road.
"Rae, you wouldn't happen to have any idea where we are would you?" 

     Rae leaned over from the back seat. She took in the dark country
road with a few houses set back off a bit. After a few minutes, she
seemed to get her bearings. "I think I've been back here before. I
don't think anyone really goes this way anymore." 

     "'Cept us chickens. Then, there's probably a good chance that
there isn't a road block back this way. Let's see if we can get
around it." 

      Scully's cellular began to chirp in her pocket. All eyes went
to her overcoat. She took it from across the seat and answered the
phone.
  
     "Sir...uhh yes. Okay. Understood."  She clicked off the phone and
replaced it in her coat. "That was Skinner," she said unnecessarily.
"We are to hold position here until further notice. The big I is not
involved in this case."  

     Mulder raised an eyebrow in false amusement. "Well, the absolute
last place they'd expect us to be is at Acme. I for one would like to
get a look at that building. We might be able to find some sort of
clue to where Mike Ashton is. Rae, you think you're up to it?" 

     "As ready as I'll ever be," she said. 
     
*   *   *   *   *   *     


     "This is where the basement entrance was," Rae was saying as they
trudged across the rubbish, that was once Acme. The door that had led
to the storage area was no longer existent, only a gaping hole was
left. 

     Mulder shone his flashlight down into the hole. The charred and
dirty floor was about ten feet down. The sickly smelled of burned
electronics and plastics still clung to the remains of the building.

     Flashing the beam around the area, Mulder was able to find a
metal cart that still had one of four wheels. The cart was shelved
and stood easily six feet. "If we could get that cart down in the
hole, we could climb down and see what treasures await." 
 
     It was charred and soot covered. In no time Mulder's hands and
face were covered with black smudges. He did; however, manage to get
the cart above the hole. The tough part would be getting it down into
the hole. 

     Scully stood back and held the flashlight, Rae offered
suggestions, Mulder managed to cover himself head to toe in soot by
the time the cart crashed upright to the basement floor. 

     Mulder carefully lowered himself the distance to the top shelf of
the cart. Scully handed him the flashlight. Rae followed him into the
hole. Scully would stand guard. 

     "The tubes were over this way," Rae was saying heading about in
the scattered remains. She knew they were near the rear wall, but
just where was hard to judge in the darkness and destruction. They'd
covered the back wall several times before she saw the remains of a
giant DC generator. "Oh, I remember this. The boxes were a couple of
piles away. Walking over, she found the spot.
 
     Mulder shone the light to the floor where the boxes had been.
Of course, there was nothing there now but rubbish. 

     Rae looked up a Mulder. She didn't want to disappoint him, she'd
hoped they'd be able to find something at least here, since they'd
found nothing near where she'd last seen Mike's car or in the other
parts of the ruin. A memory returned to her, "let me borrow the
flashlight for a sec." 

     Mulder handed her the light. She shone it around the floor.
Stooping near the ground she shone it some more. As her beam swept
across the big generator, a flash of something shiny reached them.
Going over, she peaked underneath the device. There, underneath was
another of the cylinders, hidden behind one of the generators', still
bolted down, legs. 

     "Eureka!" she exclaimed, handing it triumphantly to Mulder. 

     Before Mulder could respond, Scully's whistle reached their ears.
"Mulder!" she whispered urgently. "Get up here, now!" 



<GFFA> Somewhere in space. Millennium Falcon. 


     Han Solo was almost upon the ship before Luke alerted him to it's
presence. The Falcon's sensors hadn't picked up a single thing. When
he focused on the area to which Luke pointed, he could barely make
out the image of a ship, ten times the size of the Falcon.
 
     "Okay, we're here now," Han said, "any ideas how to get inside of
something we can barely see?" 

     "Might I make a suggestion," Threepio spoke up from the entrance
way. 

     "Why not?" Han allowed. 

     "Artoo's circuits are impervious to vacuum as are my own. I am
visually aware of the location of the ship, although only as an
anomaly. I could guide Artoo to the ship and perhaps he could
interface with it's computer." 

     Luke looked towards Han, who shrugged. Chewie growled a
questioned in Han's direction.
 
     "Do you sense any sort of danger from over there?" Han asked
Luke. 

     Luke thought for a second. "No, it's just as it was before. The
danger appears to be sleeping."

     "Well, we're gonna have to be sure you don't wake it up." Han
pointed in  Threepio's direction. "I want your vocals off, until we
say different."  

      "I say, sir, I'll have to keep in touch with you in some
manner. How else will I alert you to any dangers that may be lurking
there?" Threepio answered, chastened. He found this particular human
most irritating, not at all like Master Luke.

     "Vocoder," Han supplied. "Artoo will send us the coded
information over the vocoder and the Falcon can translate it to the
terminal." He hoped. That system did work, last time he'd checked it.
Months ago.

     Chewie growled Han's thoughts aloud. Luke didn't seem to pick up
on what the Wookiee had said, so Han simply answered, "Right. Let's
get started." 

*   *   *   *   *   *

     The droids drifted up to the shadowy form of the mysterious
vessel, the life-link harnessed to them like some sort of metallic
umbilical. From the Falcon's viewer, the hulking form appeared near.
But, against the literal backdrop of space, it took 15 minutes for
the droids to drift across. 

     All eyes within the Falcon were focused on one of the forward
terminals. A constant stream of Threepio's opinions flowed across the
screen. To Han, reading it was almost as irritating as hearing it.
Almost.

     Now, a different message scrolled across the terminal:
 
     HAVE NOW REACHED INTERLOCK. ACCESS TERMINAL LOCATED. ARTOO IS NOW

     ATTEMPTING LINK UP. LINK UP SUCCESSFUL, SIRS!!! HEADING BACK.

     Step one complete, thought Luke. Now for the hard part. "Han,"
Luke started. "when the droids get back, I think I should go over
alone first."
 
     "Oh yeah?" Han said conversationally, "and why's that?" Luke
Skywalker  was always running off and getting himself into trouble.
Must have been the  Skywalker flaw, Leia had a knack for it too. 

     "I sensed a woman over there. She's terrified. But, I think she's
seen me before, when I was meditating. I don't think she realizes
where she is, Han. I'll go over and try to ease her into it. One
person, unarmed, might not frighten her as much. Might make it a
little easier for her to take." 

     "What about that sleeping trouble over there, Luke? What if it
wakes up? You need some back up. Chewie can stay here and man the
ship. *I'm* going with you, like it or not." Han wouldn't be moved.
 
     Luke took in his stubborn glare. Nope he wouldn't be moved. "I'm
going to have to ask you to leave your weapons, then." Luke said
confidently. He hoped. He'd promised Han a long time ago, not to use
the force on him. 

     "What weapons?" Han asked innocently.

     Luke sighed. Well, he couldn't see the weapons, he was sure Han
had on  him. Maybe no one else would either. "All right," he
surrendered. 

     Chewie maneuvered the Falcon's hatch alongside the Hinderer's, as
the droids had informed them it was called, airlock. A pocket of
atmosphere was initiated between the two ships. 

     Luke and Han, drifted across the expanse to the adjoining
airlock. Han keyed in the command Artoo had given them. The airlock
of the Hinderer cycled open. A multitude of smells poured over them.

     "Life support is failing," Han commented. The smell of stagnant
air was unmistakable. The fact that they could see their breath in
front of them, made it even more abundantly clear that they had
better hurry and do whatever it was that they were going to do. 

     "Time is running out, here. Why don't I go on and see if I can
figue out what's wrong with this bucket, while you find the kids?"
Han suggested. 

     Luke agreed. The sensory information he'd picked up hadn't given
him any idea that things had deteriorated this far. 

     Han headed off down the dimly lit rock corridors in the
direction, he hoped, was aft. That was generally the typical location
of the engine room. Fortunately, the ship's design seemed pretty
straight forward. The corridor he was on, led directly to a room,
made differently than the rest of the ship. The walls were durasteel
painted to match the corridor's dark hue. This room seemed to take up
an extremely large portion of the ship. A completely unfamiliar bank
of readouts stood against a wall. Rows of consoles led deeper into the
compartment. No red lights seemed to be flashing on the mysterious
banks, so Han left them alone. 

     The familiar sight of the hyperspace drive and a rather ancient
set of engines sat in the far back of the room. Not bothering to look
around anymore, Han set to work. Here was likely to be the problem.
Red lights flashed all over the place. He didn't even need to know
the language on the readouts to figure that one. 

      Off to another side, stood a doorway. Glancing inside, he paused
at what he saw. It appeared to be some sort of medical bay. It
appeared very sterile and efficient, medical tools hang over the
bed-like platforms. The white walls gleamed even in the dim
gloominess. It gave Han the creeps.

     Taking out a portable analyzer, he scanned one of the rather 
large circular shells built near a back corner. 
 
     A sound behind him, made him spin fast on his heel, blaster at
the ready. Before him stood, a 'man' about a meter and a half tall,
with long willowy arms and an elongated head with huge black eyes and
a small silted mouth. The dim light reflected off the metallic sheen
of it's skin, and off of the tiny cylindrical blaster it held in a
long fingered hand. 

     It clattered away in some strange sounding language. The mouth
movements didn't seem to quite fit the sounds it emitted. 

      Han got off a shot before rolling out of the way of the laser
fire that charred the floor where he'd stood. "No weapons, he says,"
he grumbled under his breath, tweaking up the setting on his
miniblaster. Low stun had been  woefully ineffective; he was sure
he'd hit the thing squarely in the chest and it hadn't even been
fazed. 

     His dive landed him behind a power console. He heard the clink of
it's footsteps as it headed around the table. He also heard the
unmistakable sound of more reinforcements. Where were they coming
from? And why hadn't they showed up when they'd entered the airlock?

     Dashing out from around the console, he headed for one of the big
engine casings that he'd been scanning. Albeit, a circuitous route,
by way of another console and a dividing wall. He fired at maximum
power in the general area of the things back. His mouth gaped when he
saw the sparks fly. A droid?! It had moved in a very much organic
manner, if a bit slow.

     The rest were getting closer. The sound came from the direction
of that medical bay. Han grasped the fallen droid's weapon from where
it had fallen, he had a feeling it was more powerful than his own.  

     When three more droids rounded the corner he was ready.    
Firing both weapons he took down two of them. The third managed to 
get off a shot that whistled past his ear. Ducking behind the another
of the casings, he waited the droid out. It knew nothing of stealth.


Han waited until it's steps were almost around the casing, and fired
both weapons on it from behind. 

     It went down in a shower of sparks. 

     He heard no more steps approaching. He went back to his job of
diagnosing the ships troubles. To Luke, droids like those would be
candy. 

     Luke, meanwhile, had a different kind of trouble. He'd found the
children, against the plasteel barrier he'd seen in his meditation.
They were crying over the unconscious form of the young woman. He
wanted to calm them, but was afraid to touch their minds in any way,
because of what had happened when he'd touched hers. 

     He approached them cautiously. They looked tearfully up at him.
None approached. He smiled reassuringly at them, hoping that would
suffice. He spoke soft crooning words, telling them it would be okay.
No one tried to stop him when he bent over the young woman.
 
     When she didn't respond to his gentle tapping of her cheeks or
the rubbing of her arms he began to worry. Her body was too cool. Too
still. He'd have to use the force. He'd be careful. Perhaps since she
was unconscious the barrier would not throw itself up at him. 

     Delicately, he probed for damage. He could feel the barrier on
the horizon of her subconscious. It was deeply ingrained. He saw the
damage that had been caused. He set to work repairing it, slowly,
carefully. It took all of his concentration to block the waves
emanating from the cold white brilliance of the barrier. 

     He felt when she was about to regain consciousness, the barrier
began to bear down upon him with lightning speed. He pulled his sense
away, but not before the fringes of it caught him. The headache was
back. A small price to pay, considering he felt responsible for her
condition in the first place. 

     When he opened his eyes, it was to look into the confusion of her
hazel ones. He was breathing heavily. The cool breath showed white in
front of him.  He reached a hand to his brow, he was sweating. 

     "Are you all right?" he asked her. She looked surprised that he'd
spoken. But, she said nothing. All of the children, he noticed had
stopped crying. They all appeared to be looking at him with smiles on
their faces. 

     She spoke to one of the children, who smiled and pointed to him
before answering her. She looked back to him with new eyes. She drew
herself up to stand. She was surprised to find someone she stood eye
to eye with. The OTHER'S were much shorter, and all of the children
were. 

     The group as a whole seemed startled as a sound came over Luke's
comlink. "Yeah, Han," Luke spoke into it. He'd forgotten about the
life support. The air was actually starting to smell better already.

     "Engine's all fixed up as good as new, or as new as these ancient
engines are gonna get." Han's voice sounded over the link. "How are
things on your end?" 

     "Just fine, I've found the children. I don't recognize the
language they spoke though. I think we better get Threepio over here
to translate." Luke had caught the tone in Han's voice. There was
more. "I ran into a few *friends* in the engine room," Han continued.
"Droids. Probably to protect something down here. I haven't seen
anything else moving down here. You sure you don't feel anything else
around here?" 

     "Nothing else." Luke said. "Whoever's sleeping is still asleep.
I'll meet you at the airlock with the kids." 

     Luke reached a hand out towards the young woman. She took it. He
smiled reassuringly. He led them down the corridors towards the
airlock, which had been closed until he and Han should request that
Chewie open it. Just in case.

     Han was waiting there for them. "Okay Chewie," he was saying.
"Open airlock." The bright light shone from the Falcon's inner
lighting. Shining brightly through the airlock. 

     To Han and Luke's amazement, the children one and all shrank back
from the light, in terror. Luke turned towards Han in amazement.
"Shut the airlock, now!," he exclaimed into the comlink at Chewie.  

     Chewie immediately closed the airlock. Han and Luke stared at
each other for a full second. Luke, unsure if it was the light or the
airlock itself that frightened the children, was unwilling to risk
experimenting with it. 

     "Han, I need to check on whatever's sleeping on this ship. I was
close to them a minute ago. They're in an induced coma or something.
I don't think they'll wake easily. But, I do need to make sure
they're where I think they are." 

     "All right," Han said, "sounds good to me. But, what about these
kids?  It ain't likely they're going willingly through the airlock."

     "Is the ship functional now?" Luke asked. 

     "All systems are on-line. Hyperdrive is charging now."

     "Well, then, I think I'll just fly it back to Coruscant. These
children are going to need help. If you can get some food, while I
get them away from this airlock, then I'll check on our sleeping
friends and we can be on our way." 


<MW> Earth, USA

     A shadowy figure drew on a cigarette in the dark. It's tip glowed
red for several seconds. He slowly blew out the cloud of smoke, which
joined with the rest in the hazy atmosphere of the room.
 
     The phone rang. He picked it up in the middle of the first ring. 

     "Yes?" he spoke softly. 

     "Area Zero, Rendezvous 9." The line went dead.

     The man hung up the phone. He drew once again on his cigarette
before crushing it in a glass ashtray." Getting up, he stepped out of
his office, and walked calmly down the office corridor towards an
elevator. 

     "Afternoon, Senator," he spoke to a gray haired gentleman. "Good 
evening, General," the man answered back, with a friendly smile. 

      When the elevator opened to the helipad, the Senator had
already gotten off. The man walked to the waiting helicopter. "Let's
go," he said. "Area Zero." 

     The dark helicopter lifted into the air, heading off in a
southerly direction. 


end part 4


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From: JackeeC <74363.2566@CompuServe.COM>
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: NEW:REPOST XJEDI VOL ONE 5/24
Date: 23 Jan 1996 03:40:19 GMT


XJEDI


Part 5: disclaimer still in force. 


<GFFA> Somewhere in space


     "Master Luke? Master Luke where are you? Oh, what a perfectly hideous
vessel," Threepio was saying as he shuffled through the corridors of the 
Hinderer. 
     "I'm forward, Threepio," Luke spoke back over the comlink. 
     Threepio rounded a bend in the corridor and met up with Luke and the 
small group. "I say, sir, these children are desperately in need of care. Here
are the food supplies you requested." Threepio handed the satchel he'd been 
carrying to Luke. 
     All of the children and the young woman, Luke had to keep telling himself
she was a woman, she had a solemn manner about her, but something deeper 
struck him as childlike as well, stood in awe of Threepio. They didn't seem
afraid in the least. But then, Luke couldn't imagine any child being afraid of 
Threepio. He probably seemed like some big gold toy. 
     "Threepio, I know they need baths, but I need you to see if you can 
communicate with them," Luke said pulling a blanket from the satchel and 
spreading it on a comparatively clean section on the floor in one of the 
forward chambers. 
     He began to motion for the children to sit down on the blanket. They 
seemed to understand and did so. He stooped too and sat on the blanket. 
"My name is Luke Skywalker," he said, pointing a finger to himself. 
"What's your name?" He asked the young woman, who sat to his right. 
     She looked confused for a moment. She knew what he wanted to know. She 
simply didn't remember. So, she said the only name she knew. "Fox." she said
aloud and then smiled hesitantly. 
     Luke returned her smile and gave Threepio a doubtful look. So he needed 
to get them talking. "What is this place?" he asked gesturing all around him.
     A look of fear passed over her face. Luke waited. Then she began to 
speak. When she was silent, Luke looked more hopefully at Threepio. He hoped 
it would be enough. 
     Threepio cocked his head to one side. Luke knew he was accessing his 
data files. "This appears to be a very obscure language, that was built into 
my programming. I have no record of any known species speaking this language.
This is indeed strange, sir." 
     "Well, tell me what you *think* she said," Luke said. 
     "Sir, it appears she made reference to, 'the boogey man's house'" 
Threepio answered. 
     Luke was taken aback. But oddly, he could see how that could be. The 
place was certainly spooky. "Ask her where they come from," Luke suggested. 
     Threepio complied. The woman's face brightened, she understood. "From 
Massachusetts," she said. 
     "Threepio, are there any records of planets or systems by that name?" 
Luke asked. He'd certainly never heard of it. 
     "No Master Luke, I have no record of a system or a planet by that name. I   
will have Artoo do a more extensive search, perhaps it is a city or an 
asteroid or a station of some kind. These children are in such a state of 
disrepair, one tends to wonder precisely what sort of misfortune befell their
parents." 
     "Yeah," Luke agreed, looking over the group. Obviously, the children 
could not have all belonged to the young woman. There was an extreme variety 
of races, but the ages seemed to range from perhaps 5 standard years to 10 at 
the most. She seemed protective of them, but Luke doubted she was the true
mother of any of them. What were they doing here in the...'boogey man's house'
as she'd called it. Her own description had been childish. Sighing, he began 
to pass out the food to the hungry group. The mystery would have to wait until
later. 


*   *   *   *   *   *

     "Luke, take a look at this..." Han was saying. He stood bent over one of
the consoles of the Hinderer's engine room. The two had discovered a slight 
problem in trying to pilot the craft. The console was locked out. It could 
not be manually piloted, it ran completely by a preset program. 
     When Han had repaired the engine's malfunction, the navigational computer
had reset. Artoo, was plugged into the terminal link on the other end of the 
engine room, attempting to learn anything. 
     Han had been attempting to reroute the system. Difficult, when one wasn't 
precisely sure how this particular system worked. But, he'd discovered 
something in his efforts. 
     Luke stepped over to where his friend stood and looked at the monitor to 
which Han pointed. His eyes widened. "You've got to be kidding...that's almost
too easy," he said. 
     A menu screen had appeared requesting program coordinates. In Basic.
     "Candy." Han had agreed, punching the coordinates for Coruscant. 
     
     ARE YOU SURE? the monitor prompted.

     "'Course I'm sure," Han said, keying in an affirmative reply. 
     
     SYSTEM INITIALIZING.
     PREVIOUS PROGRAM CORRUPTION ERROR. LOCATION INCONSISTENT WITH 
     PREVIOUS PROGRAM FINAL DESTINATION. DO YOU WISH TO REVIEW 
     LOCATION ANALYSIS?

     "What?!" Han said irritation crept into his voice. 
     "Say yes," Luke suggested on a hunch. "It might tell us where this thing
was headed. I've certainly never seen a ship like this. I'd definitely want to
find out if there was more."
     Han keyed in the affirmative response. The screen blanked and a set of 
coordinates appeared:

     -POINT OF ORIGIN ALPHA
     CODE GRID: 30-12-17-3-2-22

     Looks of confusion spread across both Han's and Luke's face. "Artoo," 
Luke called the domed droid from across the room. Threepio was with the 
children.  
     "Can you make anything of this code grid?" 
     A series of whistles and beeps followed, which amounted to an answer 
Luke could almost make out. The part he did get though was enough. Artoo 
couldn't tell hem where the location was. 
     "Do you think you could convince it to go to Coruscant?" Han asked. 
     Artoo plugged into the side of the console and accessed the navigational
program. For good measure, he downloaded copies of related files. After a 
minute he chirped his success. 
     
     INITIALIZING PROGRAM... 
     5 MINUTES TO HYPERSPACE JUMP.

     Sounds of the engines coming up to speed could be heard behind them. 
"See ya back at home, Kid" Han said, heading for the airlock to join Chewie. 
Artoo followed behind. He wanted to get back to the more familiar Falcon 
computers to analyze the data he'd downloaded. 

     

     Chewie watched through the view screen as the barely there ship leapt 
into hyperspace. He growled a soft sound of trepidation. Something was causing
the flesh on the back of his neck to prickle.
     "What's wrong, Buddy?" Han asked settling into the pilot's seat. 
     Before Chewbacca could answer Artoo began warbling and rocking excitedly.
Turning his extended link-up arm a quarter turn, he swiveled his 'eye' in the
direction of the terminal that had the vocoder link. A translation of what 
he'd said appeared on the screen. 
     The message pinpointed the spot to which the Hinderer had been heading. 
     "Well, I'll be..." said Han. "Chewie, get a message probe off to Leia,
give her these coordinates. She probably won't get it for at least a day, 
depending on how close the nearest track zone is. We're heading for these 
coordinates."  
     Han locked the new destination into the navicompter. Within moments the 
Millennium Falcon leapt also into hyperspace. The didn't notice the lone 
barely visible ship that leapt out of hyperspace a half a million kilometers
away.



<MW> Earth, Southeastern United States. 

     "General, the window is now open," The dark haired pilot yelled to his
very important passenger. "Shall I alert echoes 2 and 3?" 
     "Negative," the passenger replied, "tell them to follow us in."  The 
passenger looked to his pilot. He'd hand picked all of the pilots in this 
team. All of them served with the utmost dedication. 
     "How is our...other project going?" he asked him. 
     "The pilot grinned, "it's going well, sir. The plan is on schedule." 
     "Good," the man said. "I have another mission for you..."  


<GFFA> Somewhere in hyperspace


     The navicomputer's alarm sounded. The Millennium Falcon was about to 
come out of hyperspace. The two pilots and one droid watched as the numbers
ticked down. 5...4...3...2...
     Just before the ship was due to come out of hyper a loud whining erupted
in the cabin. Hyperspace burst into a brilliant explosion of swirling color.
     Han watched stunned as the nose of the Falcon seemed to stretch as if 
some giant rubber band being pulled by an unseen hand. A mammoth black void  
appeared at the edge of the swirling lights. Han thought they must have gone 
into a black hole.  
     He was about to yell something to Chewie when suddenly, he realized he 
was once again in real space. The 'storm' or whatever had only lasted a 
second. 
     The vortex had dumped them out a quarter of million kilometers from a 
brilliantly beautiful blue planet. It reminded him a lot of his home planet,
Corelia. 
     He sat stunned starring at the planet that was not supposed to be there.
"Any idea where we are?" he asked no one in particular. Chewie and Artoo were
silent.
     Artoo suddenly erupted into excited beeps and whistles about the same 
time Chewie growled a warning. The Falcon's proximity detectors went haywire. 
     Another of the barely visible ships shot past the Falcon within 20 
meters. Then slipped into hyperspace out from the moon. 
     "What the-" Han took manual control of the Falcon. "You get any reading 
of any type of large armed facility down there?" 
     Chewie replied that he didn't. 
     "I say let's see what's down there. He was in an awful hurry to get away 
from something." The Falcon dove down towards the blue planet along the same 
trajectory of the now far away ship.


<MW> Earth, Charlotte North Carolina


     "Mulder!" Scully whispered again as loudly as she dared. She stooped 
impatiently over the hole. She saw the beam of their flashlight approaching. 
     "Cut the light!" she said. 
     The light went out almost immediately. She heard the soft sounds of Rae 
and Mulder straining to climb over the cart and up out of the hole. 
     Rae came up first. Scully grabbed her arm and helped her out. Both of 
them helped Mulder. 
     "What's going on?" he asked when he was out of the hole. He looked around
the perimeter of the building. He didn't see anything unusual. 
     "Three dark helicopters just went down in those woods." Scully said 
pointing off into the distance. 
     "How far?" Mulder asked heading in that direction. 
     "Maybe a mile, it's hard to tell at night." Scully replied following him.
The woods were thick and overgrown. It took nearly thirty minutes for them to 
go half a mile. 
     "Are you sure this is the right direction?" Mulder whispered to his 
partner. The hadn't seen a single thing out of the ordinary.
     "You guys," Rae spoke up "look." 
     Rae had been pointing up into the sky. A dark silvery object was 
descending from the sky. 
     "Get down!" Mulder said, pulling the women to a crouched position on the 
ground. They all sat frozen until the object disappeared from sight. 
Mulder led as they crept onward towards where the object had seemed to be 
headed. Everyone came to an abrupt halt when a brilliant flash of light 
appeared in a clearing up ahead. They hid on their bellies behind the heavy 
undergrowth, trying not to think about what manner of critter might reside 
there.
     The clearing was perfectly circular, perhaps a hundred yards. The object
hovered over the area. The helicopters sat silently by. A tall man was 
standing in the brilliant column of light emanating from the object. 
     Scully's entire body jerked. Mulder stared wide-eyed at the scene before 
him. Rae just looked dumbfounded. The light brightened. The three secret 
onlookers were forced to cover their eyes. Mulder held out as long as he 
could.
     When the light dimmed and faded, the man was gone. In the next instant
the object shot up into the sky at tremendous speed. Mulder turned and 
looked at Scully. Emotion brimmed in his eyes. Scully was still starring ahead
transfixed. 
     "Scully did you see that?" he asked. 
     When she didn't reply, he grabbed her arm, "Scully, are you all right?" He 
wondered if she were beginning to remember some of the things that had 
happened to her when she was abducted. 
     "Scully," he whispered again. Rae touched her other hand, worried as well.
     "M-Mulder," she stammered turning wide frightened eyes in his direction. 
"That man...the one in the light...I know him." 
     "From where?" Mulder asked, his heart began to pound a little harder. 
     Scully raised a stunned eyebrow, "He was my date for Friday night. Ben...
Benjamin Adams." 

 
end part 5


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From: JackeeC <74363.2566@CompuServe.COM>
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: NEW:REPOST XJEDI VOL ONE 6/24
Date: 23 Jan 1996 03:41:21 GMT


XJEDI



part 6


disclaimer: still in force from chapter one. 

      "Your date..?" Mulder blinked. 
     Scully nodded wide-eyed. 
     "You sure know how to pick 'em," Rae whispered in the background despite 
the strangeness of whatever was going on here. The three ducked their heads as
the helicopters started up their engines and took to the air.
     The sound of their choppy retreat was fading when the three got to their
feet and headed cautiously out into the clearing. Mulder eyed Scully, she was
still a bit pale, but the professional mask had taken the place of the shock 
he'd seen there before. 
     Suddenly a strange sort of whine began to be heard over the trees. 
Looking up they saw an oddly shaped object with flashing lights heading 
directly toward the clearing. It hovered above the small group, as they all
stared up with a feeling of impending doom. 

 *   *   *   *   *   *


     "I don't like this one bit, Chewie," Han was saying as the Falcon 
hovered over the clearing. There were three people standing directly below  
his ship. They really didn't look dangerous and he didn't read any weapons on 
them. In fact they looked more like they were afraid of him. If they would 
just move he could set down and introduce himself proper like. Probably be a 
good idea not to use his real name until he figured out where their 
sympathies laid. It could get awful uncomfortable married to New Republic 
Hierarchy if these were sympathetic to the empire.
     Chewie growled a question concerning their intelligence in
standing beneath a ship which so obviously was wanting to land.
     "Yeah pal, I need some answers about that ship one way or another. 
Since they are the only people around, what say we land, huh?" Han grinned 
wickedly at his co-pilot. 
     Chewie rewarded him with a deep Wookiee chuckle.
     Han lowered the Falcon ever so slightly, but enough for the three 
standing beneath him to realize they were running out of space. They still 
remained transfixed where they were. 
     "Go figure that..." he spoke under his breath and lowered the ship some 
more. He was almost right on top of them. 
     They suddenly scurried out from beneath his ship. Setting the craft down
he drew himself up from the pilots seat. 
     "You stay here, Chewie, until I figure out what's going on," Han 
told his friend. "You too Artoo," he added. Turning, he felt his small blaster
and the one he'd taken from that droid on the Hinderer. They were still well 
hidden. He lowered the ramp. 
     

*   *   *   *   *   *

     Scully and Mulder and Rae stood beneath the craft, frozen. Knowing in 
the next instant the bright lights would shine on the three of them. When the 
hull began closing in on them they stayed. When it dipped again, it was Rae 
who grabbed the two agents by the elbows sparking them into moving themselves
from beneath it. 
     "I think it wants to land." She said by way of explanation. 
     They all watched as the ship sat down on the ground, and a gangway opened
downward. A man stood at the top. The ships lighting was at his back, thus 
obscuring his features. He was tall and solidly built. He seemed to be 
dressed casually with something thrown across his shoulders. He began to walk
slowly down the ramp. 
     "He's human," Scully spoke from Mulder's left, not removing her eyes from 
the approaching figure. 
     When the man reached the bottom of the ramp his face became visible. 
He began speaking. Neither of them understood what he'd said. They stared 
blankly back at him. He began waving his arms as if gesturing to the woods. 
     "You know, first contact is not at all like this on popular scifi tv. 
What I wouldn't do for a universal translator," Mulder muttered under his 
breath.
     Rae giggled. The situation was really getting to her. A second later, 
amazingly, Scully started also. It was contagious, Mulder grinned and the 
strange man's eyes widened and he grinned too. Just then the sound of the 
helicopters reached the ears of all four humans. 
     All eyes turned skyward. A flood light began scanning the
area. The lights gleamed across the surface of the ship pausing on the
man at the bottom of the ramp. He raised his hands to block the
light. A shot rang out and the man went down.
     "Behind the ramp!" Mulder shouted to the women, as he tried to drag the 
man with him. 
     He'd taken a hit in the right shoulder and was already trying to
pull himself to his knees. He shook his head to clear it. What sort of
blaster was that?!  He felt his blood pouring out. The man from the
group was trying to drag him behind the Falcon's entry ramp. He tried
to tell them to get inside, but it was no use. They didn't understand
a word he'd said. His world began to dim.
     Rae screamed as a large form barreled down the ramp with a growl, bodily
taking the injured man into his arms. He'd just stepped back on the ramp when  
another volley from the helicopter got him in the back. It was a dart. His
steps slowed as he neared the top. The three watched in amazement as the 
bullets just deflected off the hull of the ship. 
     "Inside!" Mulder yelled, half dragging a stunned and
uncooperative Rae.  Scully knew the men in the helicopter wouldn't
stop until they were dead. She ran inside. They scuttled around the
now, still, hairy creature that appeared to stand over seven feet
tall.
     Mulder pushed Rae into the interior of the vessel. Then, turned back to 
the creature. He look up into the intelligent eyes and reached out for the now
unconscious man. 
     The creature's gaze was growing more distant by the second, but he held 
on ferociously to his cargo. Mulder continued to wait.
     Finally the creature's arms seemed to sag. Mulder stepped in to take him.
     Carrying a woman like a baby was one thing. Carrying a fully grown man of 
Mulder's own height was quite another. He staggered under the weight. Quickly 
and as carefully as he could, he lowered him to the floor. 
     The ramp began to lift. He rushed around the man to help the creature. 
The ramp had nearly reached the top when he heard voices yelling orders. 
A pair of arms grabbed the creature from the ramp just before it slammed shut. 
Mulder could hear the gunfire bouncing off the outer hull growing more and 
more distant. Suddenly it dawned on him what was happening. 
     "We're moving," he whispered in disbelief. 


     <GFFA>  Coruscant, Imperial Palace


     Leia Organa Solo paced her chambers. It was late in the evening. She'd 
dined that evening with the Chief-of-State, Mon Mothma. She'd discussed the 
strange beacon Luke had found in greater detail with her the day before. 
Tonight, she'd been too worried to be much of an asset in the last minute
details of preparation for whatever her husband and brother found.
     She looked down at her empty hands. Her children had only recently gone 
into seclusion for their own safety. They would be great Jedi someday, like 
Luke. But, for now, she was alone. Her arms were empty. She wrapped them 
around herself. Something felt terribly wrong.
     Forcing herself to sit, she did a Jedi calming exercise that Luke had 
taught her. Her hands gradually unclenched and her anxiety faded. She felt 
the force flowing all around her, calming. She touched the presence of her 
brother. Luke. Luke was near. She felt him acknowledge her with a returned 
feeling of warmth and love. She smiled and hurried to the space dock to meet 
her brother. Not at all worried that she hadn't felt Han. If Luke wasn't 
worried, then, she shouldn't be either. 


     Luke sat in a corner of the chamber they'd eaten in. All of the children 
spoke softly to the woman in a corner of the room. It appeared that she was 
teaching them lessons of some kind. He wasn't sure exactly what it was.
     The Hinderer would be coming out of hyperspace soon, and he
hadn't a clue as to how to dock the thing. Artoo had left with Han so,
the Coruscant Traffic Control would have to tractor them in. He was
about to send a mental message to his sister when he felt her presence
reach out to him. He smiled. She seemed tense and worried, he sent her
a feeling of the warmth and love he felt for her.
     She would be ready for them. He sent her an image of the ship and it's 
limitations as far as being seen by instrumentation. 



     The Hinderer had taken on a slate gray tone as soon as it touched 
atmosphere. It was no longer the nearly unseeable cloak.  New Republic
Scientist who had been a part of a preparatory team were chomping at the
bit to see exactly what made that possible. It would be to their tactical 
advantage if their ships were unseeable by instrumentation and the human
eye.
     A deck droid interfaced with the airlock uplink to open a boarding ramp.  
Luke Skywalker stepped out walking beside a dark-haired young woman 
surrounded by a group of  a dozen or so young children. Threepio followed 
behind. Luke carried the smallest of them and one dark eyed little boy clung 
to his hand. The young woman's eyes followed his movements closely. 
     The small group of engineers and the medical team stood waiting for Leia. 
Leia stepped up to her brother waiting to be introduced to the grimy band 
accompanying him.



<MW> Earth...?


     Scully  hurried to examine the wounded man as soon as Mulder sat 
him down. His shoulder was bleeding profusely. Pulling back his shirt she 
examined the wound. This was no ordinary bullet, it was intended to shatter 
on impact. Her jaw set in fury at the inhumanity involved. Her eyes searched 
the immediate area, she saw no evidence of anything she could use to stop the 
bleeding. 
     Rae seeing her search, removed the thin sleeveless jacket she wore. She 
handed it over Scully's shoulder. Scully conveyed her thanks with a look. 
     At Mulder's words, "We're moving," she looked sharply up at him. 
Focusing her mind on the external sounds and subtle motion, she realized he 
was right. She raised her eyes back to his to find he had taken out his 
cellular. 
     "Mulder, what are you doing?" She asked her confusion clearly evident. 
     "Making a phone call," Mulder said as he watched the roam light 
illuminate as the phone tracked. "I'll bet the roaming charges are going to
be astronomical," he commented dryly when the phone was ready. 
     Scully decided to tend her patient and ignore the fact.
     The phone was picked up on the first ring. "Skinner," a voice spoke. 
     "Uh...Sir," Mulder started. What did one tell one's boss in a situation 
like this? Sir, I'm making a cellular call from an alien spacecraft that's 
heading for who knew where.
     "Yes, Agent, spit it out," Skinner said after Mulder stalled. 
     Mulder took a deep breath and blew it out. He remembered Skinner's almost
calm acceptance when he'd explained that an alien bounty hunter was after his 
recently returned 'sister.' This shouldn't be so bad. 
     "Sir...We're not in Kansas anymore." 
     "What are you babbling about, Agent Mulder?" Skinner snapped. "Where are
you?" 
     Mulder closed his eyes, "Sir, we're on an alien spacecraft headed for the 
final frontier." 
     There was a second of silence. "Put Agent Scully on the phone." 
     "But, sir--" Mulder got out before the connection broke. A second later
the ship made a violent jerk of acceleration, followed almost immediately by
a high pitched whine that seemed to come from everywhere at once. 


<GFFA> Coruscant, Imperial Palace

     "What's on that ship, Luke?" Leia asked her brother. Luke had requested 
that the ship be sealed and that no one be allowed inside it. 
     "There are sleeping Jedi aboard. Dark Jedi." Luke answered his sister
seriously. He knew what her reaction would be. The insane Jedi Master Joruus
C'baoth had nearly killed them both. 
     "What?!" she exclaimed. "Luke you're kidding me. I can't believe Han let 
you do this. Speaking of Han, where is he anyway?" 
     "He should be here by now. Maybe he had trouble with the Falcon. We both 
got ready to leave at the same time."
     Leia seemed to accept that. She'd worry later, for now there was the 
potential problem of dark Jedi. Sleeping or not. 
     "Leia, these Jedithey can't be awakened by any ordinary means. They 
are also behind a plasteel barrier. I can't touch their minds really while 
they are under. They are for all intents and purposes...dead. But on an 
extremely low level they are alive. I can only slightly even feel them through
the force." 
     "So how did you know they were there?" 
     "It was the beacon. Somehow it operates within the force on a different 
level. It enhances it. Exponentially." 
     "Exponentially?" 
     Luke nodded, going back in his mind. "When I focus on the cylinder in 
the beacon, I was able to sense every individual on that ship 14 hours away 
in hyperspace. I was able to project myself on board that ship, Leia. It felt
as if I were really there." Then, he remembered something else. 
     "When I touched the young woman's mind, there was a...barrier. Very 
strong, painful. I've never experienced anything like it. What ever it is, 
it's blocking her memory of who she is, I suspect the same has been done to 
all of the children. Their minds need to be repaired." 
     Leia nodded in agreement with her brother's assessment of the children. 
But the Jedi, she couldn't find her way to agreeing. 
     "So what are we going to do with these dark Jedi of yours?" 
     Luke smiled knowingly at her. Even though she was opposed to them even 
being there, she knew that there were things he was driven to do. She trusted 
him to not bring them into danger. 
     "Nothing. I think that leaving them where they are would be the safest
thing we could do. The ship should be impounded and unapproachable by anyone
except for you or I."
     "Alright," Leia sighed. "I'll let you take care of that, I'll talk to 
Mon Mothma. I do have an idea for the kids though, We could send them to the 
planet CEstallia. The CEstallians are a peace loving telepathic race of 
humanoids. They are said to be great healers of the mind and couldn't resist a
challenge like this." 
     "Okay, sounds good, I'll see if I can get them ready. Threepio is working
on a translator program for our comlinks. Hopefully he's done." 
     Leia watched her brother leave the room. Ever the optimist. Always ready
to help. Anybody. She remembered him wanting to save evil Darth Vader. He'd
done it too. Then, the insane clone Joruus C'baoth, he'd wanted to save him
too. She was proud to have him as her brother and not because he was a Jedi
knight. Even if he couldn't touch the force, Luke would still be the same
gentle easy going guy that he was. Though all he'd been through he still 
retained an innocence of sorts. She hoped he never lost it.





End Vol. 1


End notes: I couldn't resist. Hopefully, by the time you reach this point. Vol.
2 is out there. I went ahead and divided into volumes because I suspected that
it would be LOOONG and I couldn't stand it anymore. I didn't want to devote 
all this time if you guys felt I was making a mistake. So give a yell would
ya?       -----------------//----------------------------
You know, I've recently begun to take notice of the news. Parts of this story
are from actual news stories on the radio here in Charlotte. The warehouse 
that burned to the ground one night actually happened, and it was a storehouse
for military surveillance equipment. The owner did a sound bite where he said
the building burned from the roof down. I found it strange that the fire 
marshal wasn't the spokesperson. On the same day a woman who had been missing
for three days reappeared, disoriented nearly a hundred miles away. Nothing 
else was ever mentioned about these two stories. Are these possible xfiles?
Just today, I heard on the news that a meteor fell on a mobile home in the 
Northern US burning it to the ground. Hmmm... Keep an eye out, you may see 
this coming in a story on a net near you.



Jackee C.  08/25/95     74363.2566@compuserve.com


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From: JackeeC <74363.2566@CompuServe.COM>
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: NEW:REPOST-XJEDI PROL. XF/SW XOVER
Date: 23 Jan 1996 03:32:32 GMT


Disclaimer: The characters mentioned in the story are not mine. They
belong to LucasArts and Tenthirteen and of Fox Broadcasting. A very 
curious mixture thereof, I gaurantee. No copyright infringement intended.
No money gained. This story is (c) 1995 Jackee C. All rights reserved.(*)
 

                       XJEDI--Prologue
                        < GALAXY X >
                                       by Jackee C.






Somewhere in a galaxy far, far away.    <GFFA>


     The ship fell out of hyperspace with a bang. The engines
wound down for the last time as some ancient part rebelled against
the assault that had been forced on it all these years.

     The sides of the vessel reflected starlight, being
barely visible to the unaided eye. And completely invisible to
instrumentation. A light glimmered near the 'top', automatically
broadcasting an ancient beacon, while on board an ancient crew 
slept on. It was necessary that they remain in this state in this
territory; lest the other's know of their existence...

     Somewhere, deep in the bowels of the ship though,
some thing did awaken.

     The restraining field, an integral part of the engine
systems had failed. The young woman sat up in her chamber, hair
falling in brown waves across her shoulders. Her hazel eyes
gleaming with intelligence, sensed the difference. The engines
subtle vibration had ceased.

     She glanced quickly toward the open-ended section of the wall
that had been barricaded with the energy field. It no longer
shone. Stepping hesitantly toward the area, the girl looked around
to see if there were any other signs of what might have happened.
Maybe this was just another test.

     Reaching a hand tentatively toward the space, her hand passed
right through. Gasping she drew her hand back and tried again. She
was free!

A smile spread across her features. She hadn't smiled in years.
Not since... she couldn't remember. She only remembered a
name...Fox. Fox had made her laugh.

     She wondered briefly where the OTHER'S were. Moving quickly
from the chambered room she headed down a rocky looking corridor,
refuse strewn along the way, for the other chamber rooms. If she
was free maybe the other captives would be too. Experiment or
not, she had to find out.

*        *          *


Milky Way, Earth, USA    <MW>

     In a shadowy room a man sat looking out on the night
darkened city. Tendrils of smoke formed around his head. He
turned slowly in his chair as the whisper of robes reached his
ears.

     What he saw there did not surprise him. The little elfin
'man' stood before him. His pointed ears were stiff and alert
showing his agitation.

"What brings you to this neck of the woods?" the smoker asked.
"You *are* aware of the penalty if you are caught." It was not 
a question. A faint smile crossed the lips, denoting his 
pleasure at the thought.

     The elfin 'man' stood his ground. His gray skin darkened
showing his displeasure at the deal that had been made. But, the
risk was necessary. His message was far too important to be
passed on to anyone else.

     "There has been an accident. The carrier Hinderer did not
arrive at the appointed time. We received a faint beacon on an
ancient code grid. A rescue team has been dispatched, but there
is the chance that someone else has received the message also."
The little 'man' awaited a reply.

     "Why does this concern me? Can't *they* take care of it? I
have bigger fish to fry on this end." The man spoke blowing the
smoke so that it reached little 'man's' face, which, though he
was standing, reached only to the seated man's chest.

     "Of course, you have not heard the news from home. It
appears that no good brother of mine, Yoda, did not die as he
should have when we fled. He trained another Jedi, a very 
dangerous Jedi. But of course, you cannot feel the tremor in 
the force so far away. I must also bear you bad news. Your father 
is dead." The elfin man enjoyed the expression of shock that 
passed over the smoker's face. The slight yellowing of the skin
showed this.

     The smoker, taken aback, forgot the cigarette in his hands.
It dropped, and would have fallen on his leg and burned him, had the
elfin man not stopped it in mid-air with a point of his three
fingered hand.

     "I see you are out of practice" the elfin man spoke softly.
Turning to leave, the elfin man spoke over his shoulder. "Rough
times are ahead, son of Palpatine, you have been warned."


***** this version is a repost. There have been minor editing 
changes. 




(*)This story is (c) 1995 by Jackee C. and is given freely for your
personal reading pleasure. For distribution in whole or in part on
any medium, please contact the author for permission. 


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From: JackeeC <74363.2566@CompuServe.COM>
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: NEW:REPOST XJEDI VOL ONE 1/24
Date: 23 Jan 1996 03:35:17 GMT


Disclaimer: Many of the characters in this story belong to others for
ex: Fox and Ten Thirteen productions and Lucasfilm Ltd. This was done
in fun and no insult or copyright infringement is intended. 

Authors Note: In the prologue, you may have noticed, that a certain 
individual did not feel the tremor in the force from another galaxy. I
have been informed that the force is everywhere and that such and
such should have felt the tremor. 

Well, in my version of reality the following analogy applies: The wind
is everywhere. I'm in the U.S., you're in Japan. If someone passes
gas in the U.S. do you smell it in Japan? Well, Japan is another
galaxy, see, and you don't. Relax, this is for fun. :)

Authors Second Note: (sorry, this is the last one) Since this story
has taken on a life of it's own in my, mostly coherent, thought
processes. There will be a volume one and volume two. [revision:
there will be four volumes]

Although I had way too much fun writing this, feedback would really
make my life, be it good, bad, indifferent or life threatening.
Sooo...flames, gripes, screams, expressions of confusion, utter
disbelief or whatever should be addressed to me:                    
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		XJEDI--Vol. 1   
	   by Jackee C. (was GALAXY X)



			  LEAVE TAKING
		  ------------

Chapter one
 
 <GFFA> 

	The halls on the Imperial palace at Coruscant were deserted,
with the exception of a few human guards and security bots. It was
nightside at New Republic headquarters. The presiding members of the
council were all retired to their prospective living quarters. 

	In the depths of the palace, in a hidden corner of the War
room, a long forgotten panel came to life. The audio having been
disconnected from the unknown system in a time of need, no sound was
emitted. 

	A security bot patrolled the rooms, unaware of the silent
beacon. 

	Luke Skywalker slept peacefully in his bed. No visions
disturbed his slumber. He'd seen Mara Jade off on her new assignment.
She'd really seemed more at peace with herself since she'd killed
that clone, Luuke. 

	With the war with Thrawn over, there was now a general quiet over
the galaxy. Perhaps a quiet before the storm. But for tonight Luke
slept in peace. 
	

********

	    <MW--Earth, North Carolina>
Wednesday.

	A young woman hurried through a dimmed office corridor of the
Acme Industrials Hanger.  As she rounded a corner she slammed into a 
tall form. All the air squished out of her lungs for a second. The man
grabbed a hold of her arms to steady her. 

	"Rae, are you all right?" he asked when he saw her expression.
She looked half scared out of her wits. He watched as she mentally
shook it off. 

	"I'm fine, it's just those men in the darks suits really
spooked me. Dan wanted me to get something out of the storage rooms
tonight for the environmental chamber test for first shift. I was
just headed that way." 

	The man nodded. "Okay Rae, but second shift's about to leave
so I'm outta here, unless you want me to wait around until you come
back up from storage." 

	Rae smiled at him, it was nice of him to offer. But since she
was the only woman in the department assigned to the male dominated
field, she declined--despite the spooky feelings the office was
giving her tonight. 

	"Thanks, Mike, I'll be okay," she said. Then as an after
thought, "just leave the muzak on would you." 

	"Finally getting away from the horrible stuff you kids listen 
to?" Mike grinned. 

	Rae just smiled at him. He insisted she was a kid at 27, she
let him. He was *a lot* older than she was, anyway. As she hurried on
to the door that led to storage, her smile broadened as the muzak
crept up in volume a bit.  

	Searching through the purse she'd thrown over her shoulder,
she found her electronic 'key'. The credit card slipped into the slot
for verification and authorization. A green light illuminated and a
click indicated that the door was no longer locked. Her 'key'
reappeared. 

	She glanced at her watch momentarily. Seven past eleven. 
Everyone would be gone by now. She quickened her pace. She 
hated being here alone. 

	Wandering through the piles of boxes and crates, she sought 
out a discontinued product that, her boss, Dan thought he'd 
found an application for. Unfortunately the chamber test had to be 
done first. 

	A particularly ancient and dusty pile loomed before her. 
She was sure she'd seen it here before. Sitting her purse down 
near the container, she found that some of the boxes had been 
opened and that the one she wanted was three deep in the pile. 

	Standing on tip toe she pulled the top crate down. A plastic 
bag sitting on top spilled over.  Hundreds of small metal cylinders
spilled onto her head. Crying out in frustration, she dragged what 
was left of the bag down and proceeded to pick up the cylinders 
from the floor and replace them in the bag. Hoping she'd gotten 
them all, and not caring what might have rolled under other crates,
she sealed the bag and cursed the supply room for incompetence. 

	Sneezing, she turned back to her original task. At last
finding what she needed, she placed the other boxes back on top in no
particular order. There was no way that there was a system to this
mess. With another sneeze, she made her escape from the dim eerieness
of the storage area. 

	Finally able to leave the building, she headed out the back 
door of the complex. Her lonely green Shadow sat beneath the 
trees bordering the woods, at the far side of the parking lot. 
She had to stop parking so far away--that, or beg for a space in 
front of the building. She decided she would park closer.  

	As she drove the winding road from the complex to the main 
road, she was surprised to see a dark van sitting in front of 
the complex through her rear view. She braked, and turned 
in her seat to be sure of what she saw. When she did, she 
noticed Mike's car was still there as well. Relieved, she drove 
on.  

*   *   *   *   *   *

Washington D.C. <MW--earth>


Thursday.

	Special Agent Fox Mulder yawned as he shuffled towards 
the kitchen for breakfast. As he passed the front door, headed 
for the kitchen he noticed an envelope had been slipped 
beneath his door. Pausing, he stooped over to get it and 
then continued on to get his Captain Crunch. 

	Over his cereal he opened the envelope. It contained an 
article from the Charlotte Observer. It concerned a
historical sight on the outskirts of Charlotte, that 
had burned to the ground during the night.  The 
warehouse of Acme Industrial had held several historical
articles having to do with flight. The next sentence caused 
him to freeze, with his spoon halfway to his mouth. 
The Acme Industries warehouse had been a storage 
and testing facility for military surveillance equipment. 

	There was no official cause for the fire listed. The 
owner of the building a Steve Maycex had given a 
statement concerning the fact that the roof had been 
engulfed in flame first. The roof had then collapsed unto
the other levels and thus destroyed everything.

	If arson had been involved and this was indeed a
government contract house, then an investigation 
would ensue. Agent Mulder wondered, though. The article  
had made no mention of arson. He decided to do some digging. 


	*   *   *   *   *   *

	A man spoke into a telephone. "Were you able to 
recover the items?" he asked.  While listening with 
apparent disinterest, he drew on a cigarette. 

	"Complications?" he asked, after blowing out a 
cloud of smoke. 

	"Continue on to phase II." 

*   *   *   *   *   *

	Rae woke later than usual, at 12:30 p.m.  She'd been on-line 
a bit late the night before. It tended to relax her. She'd needed it
after the night she'd had last night. First those men in the 
dark suits and glasses, at night mind you! and then the ticket. 
She'd forgotten to turn on her lights when she left work and so
a policeman had pulled her over, and unfortunately, that was 
when he noticed that her inspection sticker was past due. 

	Showering and grabbing some 'breakfast' she got ready for 
work. She really didn't need to be there till three, but she wanted 
to stop by the bank to deposit first. 

	For the drive out she popped in Copland.  She'd show Mike 
yet that she could listen to Pearl Jam and Classical and still 
remain sane. 

	When she approached the long drive leading back to Acme 
something appeared strange. And there was an odd smell to the 
air. She didn't realize what it was until she saw the rubble that 
used to be Acme. A red fire marshal's car was parked near the 
ruins.  

	She felt tears welling in her eyes. So much in that building 
had represented hard work and determination for her.  Steeling 
herself she went over to talk to one of the men sifting through 
the mess. 

	"Sir," she started, "what happened?" 

	The burly officer looked up at her.  "This building was 
destroyed in a fire in the early hours of this morning." he said. 
 Seeing the corner of the badge sticking out of her pocket, he 
continued, "Did you work here?" 

	Rae nodded. "Have you figured out how it happened?"
she asked. Recognizing some of the incineration patterns 
from some of the tests she'd done in the chamber. The fire 
seemed to have burned from the basement up. She 
remembered her trip to storage the night before and a 
sliver of apprehension snaked through her. 

	The man paused for a moment, she reminded him of his 
daughter.  He had a job to do. He gave her an answer. "The 
fire seems to have started from the roof and after the roof 
itself collapsed the fire spread to the rest of the building." 

	Rae looked at him stunned for a second. "But...the 
patterns...," her voice trailed off as she pointed to a piece 
of wall still standing. His expression had changed. He'd 
flushed with...embarrassment, anger, panic?  

	The man looked at her in amazement. He had orders 
to follow and a job to do.  "Miss I have work to do, you 
really shouldn't be here." Turning, he dismissed her. 

	Rae stood for a moment, apprehension growing. She'd 
call Mike, that's what she'd do. There was no way that
burned as the Marshall had suggested. Mike would know. 

	As she searched through her purse for the business 
card Mike had given her months before, she found that 
a couple of the cylinders from the night before must 
have fallen into her purse. Absently she put them in her 
ash tray as she dialed Mike's home number. 

	A woman's anxious voice picked up the phone. No 
doubt his wife. 

	"Hello, is Mike there, " Rae asked. 

	The woman seemed to deflate, "No, he isn't here, 
he didn't come home last night and I'm worried sick, can
you help me find him, the police say I have to wait 24 hours," she 
confided. 

	Rae's heart froze. "I'm terribly sorry," she choked out.
"I must have a wrong number I'm looking for a Mike...
Jones," she managed.  Then quickly broke the 
connection.  

	Rae started her car and drove automatically. Not 
paying much attention to her destination, until she 
realized she had driven home. As she pulled past her 
apartment complex she saw a black van like the one
from yesterday parked in her court. She kept on going. 

	She didn't know what else to do. She felt that some
terrible thing had happened to Mike. And that fire 
Marshall...  The light turned red up ahead. She frantically searched her
wallet for the number her father had given her three years earlier,
just before he'd died. It wasn't there.   

	The light turned green. 

	Steering the car one-handedly, she dumped the contents of her
purse, looking for the smaller wallet, where she kept her
identification. A small metallic object rolled under the seat, along
with an ink pen and a chapstick. Having retrieved the card, she
quickly dialed the number.


	*   *   *   *   *   *

Washington D.C.


	Asst. Director Skinner sat in his office reviewing field
reports. His secretary was offering more papers for him to sign. He
was rather surprised when his private line rang. 


	end part 1  

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From: JackeeC <74363.2566@CompuServe.COM>
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: NEW:REPOST XJEDI VOL ONE 2/24
Date: 23 Jan 1996 03:37:16 GMT


Disclaimer from previous chapter still in force. 


XJEDI-- part 2
Thursday. 

     When Special Agent Dana Scully stepped into the X-files office,
it was to find that her partner was already there. No surprise. He
was busy typing at his computer, several files lay open on his desk.
 

     "Hey Scully," he greeted her, barely glancing up.

     She saw the gleam in his eyes, he was on to something. Great, it
was Thursday. She hoped it wasn't going to ruin her weekend plans.
Melissa had suggested she go out with this guy. She'd said he was
perfect for Dana. Reason enough, from Dana's point of view to avoid
him like the plague. Melissa only seemed to know 'out there' guys. 

     The night before, however, she'd become suspicious at the market,
when a gentleman had kept watching her. He'd been dressed nicely, in 
business attire. He had been tall, muscularly built and darkly 
handsome.  When Dana had pulled her cart up to the checkout 
counter, he'd pulled up behind her.  He awkwardly carried
an arm load of items.

     "Excuse me," he'd said from behind her, while she waited her
turn. 

     "Yes?" she'd answered emotionlessly. Not letting on that she was 
worried about, what seemed to be, the undue attention he'd been 
giving her.  

     "Are you Dana Scully by any chance?" he'd asked smiling. 

     Taken aback, Dana hadn't replied for a few seconds. 

"Uhm...yes I am," she'd finally gotten out, betraying her confusion.
and curiosity. "Do I know you?" 

     He'd laughed then, "No, I don't think so. Allow me to introduce
myself," he'd started as he dumped his items on the counter. Offering
his hand, he continued, "I'm Benjamin Adams, you can call me Ben,
though. I'm a friend of Melissa's. She's told me a lot about you." 

     Dana blinked, and then her eyes widened. Surprised pleasure had
flowed through her. The name *had* clicked in her brain. He was the
guy Lissa had told her about.  He was quite a 'specimen'.  

     After her items had been checked he'd passed her a slip of paper,
with a sly grin. "Dinner, Friday night?" he'd asked. 

     She'd looked up into his eyes and been unable to resist the charm
that poured from the man. Where had Lissa found this one? and why was
she trying to give him away? "All right," she'd said, stuffing the
slip of paper in her pocket.  

     "I'll call you," he said.

     "But, you don't have my phone number," she'd replied.

     "I will," he'd challenged. 

     Dana had raised an amused eyebrow and walked out of the grocery
store, promising that she'd revise her opinion on Lissa's taste in
men. Then, recalling Lissa's current steady, she'd amended that to
Lissa's taste in men for her.

     Coming back to the present, she decided to find out just what
Mulder was about to get them in to.  

     "What's up?" she asked her partner, picking up one of the folders
on his desk. 

     Pulling his eyes away from the screen, he looked to see what file
she had. Taking it away from her, he placed the newspaper article,
that had ended up on his doorstep this morning, in her hand. 

     Reading over the article, Scully's 'you don't really believe this
means anything, Mulder' expression fell over her face. Out loud, she
said, "Let me guess, we're going to Charlotte? Maybe catch the
Hornets?" 

     Mulder grinned at her, "No, not yet, got a date first." 
     
     Scully's face dropped, "how'd you know?" she said and then 
realized her mistake. He hadn't known. 

     Mulder looked at her in askance. She returned the look, mentally
kicking herself. Was she that bad off? Sure, she hadn't dated since
who knew when, and why shouldn't she? And why should she explain that
to Mulder? 

     When she didn't reply, Mulder continued, "*Our* date is this
morning in...thirty five minutes." Grabbing his coat, he headed for
the door. Rolling her eyes toward the ceiling, Scully followed. 

*   *   *   *   *   *

Office of the Lone Gunmen


     The three misfits stood before a projector when Mulder walked in.
Mulder handed the article he had received to Frohike. Frohike glanced
at it then nodded gravely, passing it on to Byer's who looked at it
intently for a few seconds and nodded with some gravity at the 
third gunmen, Langley, before handing it to him.  Who then gave it a
cursory once over before passing it back to Mulder with a meaningful
look. 

     Through out their exchange, Scully had looked at them and Mulder
as if they were all lunatics. What was this ceremonial passing of the
article?  She suspected they were doing it for her benefit, after all
Frohike had started it. Shrugging it off, she focused on what was
being said. 

     "...warehouse owned by a Steve Maycex. He inherited it from his
father Colonel Wayne Maycex. We put out our feelers," Frohike said,
wiggling his fingers in the air, "and we have received some data
since our previous e-mail communication." 

     On cue, the lights dimmed and the projector came on. "This is
Judith Reenes, she was reported missing under strange circumstances,
three days ago.  After dropping her spouse off at work, she failed to
return home. Her car was found, keys and purse inside, but no Mrs.
Reenes. Yesterday morning she was found a hundred miles away,
disoriented, by Greensboro authorities. She has no memory of what
happened over the past 3 days. Mrs. Reenes' husband worked for Acme
Industrials Warehouse." 

     Mulder mulled over this new information. "Are all of your
'feelers'," he imitated the motion Frohike had made, "in?" 

     "We are expecting others soon. Meanwhile, I'd like to make small
talk, with your lovely partner." Frohike grinned in Scully's
direction. 

     Scully gave him her coolest expression. Then gave Mulder one as
well. He could have warned her. She would have stayed at the office.


*   *   *   *   *   *



<GFFA>  Coruscant, Imperial Palace

     "R2D2, whatever are you blabbering on about?" C3PO said 
disdainfully to his counterpart. "Palace security is most efficient
and are surely taking care of any alarms." 

     The little droid responded with a series of beeps and whistles 
that didn't speak very highly of security or Threepio's intelligence. 
The little droid rolled off away from his friend. 


     "R2D2!" Threepio exclaimed, as he watched his friend roll away. 
With a sigh of resignation, he shuffled off after him. 

     Artoo rolled into the docking area, closely followed by Threepio,
where Luke Skywalker was helping his brother-in-law, Han Solo, with
the Millennium Falcon. Han had decided to retrofit some new system or
other to the already interesting collection. 

     As he looked up from the ships topside and saw the R2 unit 
followed by the golden droid, his mouth turned down into a frown. 
What could that bucket of bolts want now? And the day had been 
going so well. But, to his surprise, the droids went right past his 
position and around the side to where Luke was working. He sighed, 
telling himself it was a good thing they hadn't been looking for him. 

     "R2D2, you should not be disturbing Master Luke with such 
nonsense!" Threepio was saying as the droids approached Luke. 

     "What's going on, you two?" Luke said, looking down from his 
position beneath a rear repulser generator panel. He listened intently
to Artoo's beeps and whistles. He'd come to understand quite a lot 
of what the little droid said. He caught something about a beacon. 
His Jedi sense stirred ever so slightly. Lowering the repulser
platform to floor level, he had to know more, "What's he saying,
Threepio?" 

     "Master Luke, he's simply blabbering nonsense..." Threepio
started. Honestly he didn't know what got into R2 some of the time. 

     "Threepio..." Luke said, warningly. This was important. He could 
feel it. 

     In a resigned voice, Threepio answered the question. Perhaps 
Master Luke was just humoring his little friend. "He says that
there is a beacon going off somewhere in the palace. He insists 
that security doesn't know about it." 

     Luke considered for a moment. A beacon somewhere in the 
palace. Could there be some sort of spy activity going on again. 
That trouble with Thrawn had only just ended, perhaps someone 
else was trying their hand. 

     "Artoo, do you think you can find it?" Luke asked. He smiled
at the little droids replied whistle of confidence. 

     "Well, what are we waiting for?" Luke asked dropping the oily
rag he'd been holding into the tool chest. Walking around the ship, 
he yelled up to Han that he'd be back soon. Han waved him on, 
grumbling something under his breathe, that Luke pretended not to
notice. 

*   *   *   *   *   *

     Somewhere in space. 


     A small group of people huddled in the small chamber.
It was nice to be near someone, even if they had no idea where
they were. 

     The young woman, that had gathered everyone together, was 
awake.  All concept of time was missing. She didn't know how long
it had been, since they'd escaped. She only knew she was hungry 
and scared. 

     She looked over the small group. They were all young, children 
really. She didn't know hold old she was. She didn't feel young.  
She knew that many of them cried a lot, she heard them often 
enough. Sometimes, 'they' would let her go to them. She never 
cried anymore.  She had to be strong for them, to take care of them. 

     They were sleeping now. She would try again to get to the 
other side of  that wall. Where 'they' were. She *had* to find
out why they hadn't come out when the barriers broke. Maybe
they were dead. Maybe they were afraid. Maybe this was 
another test and if she went beyond the wall, they'd kill her. 
She had to know. She had to get there. 
That was where the food was. 





<MW> Earth, Washington D.C. --X-files office. 



     "No way, Mulder. We have no authority to go in there. If 
an investigation is called for, I guarantee, it won't be an X-file." 
Scully was saying, as she reached into her pocket for the office 
key.  A folder piece of white paper fell from her pocket and 
fluttered to the floor. 

     Mulder moved to pick it up as she unlocked the door. He 
was prepared to give counter-argument to her previous
statement, when something in her expression gave her away. 
She'd just realized what the slip of paper was. 

     A slow grin spread over Mulder's face. "Could it be...?" he 
teased. Preparing to open the paper. Then, stopping, "Nah, 
I'm sure this must be for your eyes only." He handed it to her. 

     When Scully reached for the paper, Mulder quickly pulled 
it back. "But then, we *are* partners. What's yours is mine..." 
He prepared to open it again. 

     What Benjamin had written on that paper was for her eyes only,
but it wasn't so bad that Mulder couldn't see it. Besides, he knew so
much about her already. What did it matter if he knew a little more.
It made sense. It was logical. So what if he knew what Ben thought of
her blue eyes? He *was* her partner. She had it all worked out in her
head. Which, did little to explain why she suddenly made a dive at
Mulder, in an attempt to retrieve Ben's phone number. 

     Mulder ducked back, keeping the number high over his head, but
loosing his balance a bit. He caught himself by sitting heavily on
the edge of his desk. 

     Scully pressed her advantage and made another grab for the piece
of paper. Unfortunately, his body was much longer than hers. Her feet
got tangled in his long legs, and she fell across his chest.
 
     Mulder caught her with his free arm, dragging her to him to keep
her from rolling to the floor. His other was still outstretched over
his head. 

     That was when they heard Skinner clear his throat. 

     They both froze, looking dumbfounded into the furious expression
of their boss. 

     Scully scrambled from Mulder's chest and retreated in the general
direction of her own desk. Her countenance fell even further, when
Skinner took the slip of paper from Mulder's hand and read it.  The
phone number was written in Ben's hand. Followed immediately by his
quite eloquent assessment of her eyes. Why oh why had she left that
note in her pocket?

     Skinner looked up at her. His expression was completely
unreadable.  
     
     Scully couldn't hold his gaze, she looked quickly away. 

     Skinner slipped the paper into his pocket. "Both of you, come 
with me. Now." He spoke the words softly, before turning on his heel.
The two Agents followed silently behind him. Softly spoken words from
Skinner, when he was wearing *that* expression meant BIG trouble.  

     A look of apprehension passed between the two of them, when he
didn't even look at them, during the elevator trip to the...first
floor?

     Walter Skinner walked briskly ahead of his two agents. These were
his best and his favorite. And most troublesome. But, he trusted
them. That little scene in the office, he knew, was nothing. He would
have a good laugh about it later, when no one was watching of course.
In fact, he was having trouble keeping his face straight, even now.
Scully's expression when he'd read that note had been absolutely
priceless. 

     The elevator slid open them. For now, there were other 
considerations.

     They'd reached the first floor. Skinner directed them toward 
doors leading to the outside. He wished he could read their
minds at this moment. 

     When he stopped and turned to look at them, both had 
expressions quietly bordering on panic. 
     
     "Sir?" Mulder said after swallowing noticeably. 

     Skinner savored the moment for only a second longer, before
plunging in. "I have some important business that needs attending.
This assignment is completely confidential. No one else is to know
about it. When it's complete contact me at this number." He pulled a
card from his shirt pocket and handed it to Scully, along with her
slip of paper. He kept his expression carefully blank. 

     She quickly shoved both into her pocket.

      Skinner continued, "Tickets are waiting for you at Washington
National, you'll be traveling to Charlotte, North Carolina. You'll be
meeting a Theraesa Manning. You are not to page her. She will page
you as Mr. and Mrs. John Smith. Once you've made contact, find a safe
place, and tomorrow, I'll expect you to drive her back here." 

     When Skinner had finished speaking, he waited for the inevitable 
argument from Agent Mulder that this wasn't related to the X-files.
That this assignment should logically have gone to another
department. Questions concerning the need for secrecy. There was none
forth-coming. 

     "That's it, get going," he said. "Your plane leaves at 2:20. " 

*   *    *   *   *   *

     "What Mulder, no arguments, no questions." Scully said. Mulder
hadn't lodged one protest against an obviously un Special Agent
assignment. 

     "Are you kidding?" Mulder said. "We are now headed for Panther
Country, who am I to argue with fate, Scully? I'm probably on a roll.
I don't want to ruin it."
     

Charlotte-Douglas International Airport


     "Mr. and Mrs. John Smith, please report to the courtesy desk. Mr.
and Mrs. John Smith, your party is waiting for you at the courtesy
desk," a voice rang out over the intercom system. 

     "Come on, Pocahontas," Mulder said as they headed toward the
courtesy desk, in search of one Theraesa Manning. 

     A brown skinned young woman, dressed stylishly in pink,
approached uncertainly. "Mr. and Mrs. John Smith?" she asked. 

     "Last I checked," Mulder responded dryly. The young woman sighed
in relief, "I'm Rae Manning. I'm so glad you're here. I just didn't
know what else to do, except to call the number." 

     "The number?" Scully questioned. Whose number had she called?

     "Yeah, it's the number my dad gave me a couple years back. Before
he died. He said I should call it if I ever got into really bad
trouble."


     "And whose number was it?" Mulder asked, a thought occurring to
him. 

     "It belonged to a man, Mr. Skinner, I think he said," she shook
her head. "Do you guys work for a security company or something?"

      "Yeah," Mulder said, unspecificly, though his interest had
suddenly heightened. How had she ended up with Skinner's number? He
turned to Scully giving her a look full of meaning. "We should get
out of here," he said. 

     "I'll get a rental car," Scully replied.  

     "We can use my car." Rae said. "It's just parked across the deck 
there." 

     "We should get a rental car. We don't know what we're dealing
with, and this isn't a good place to talk." Mulder explained to her
as Scully went on toward the car rental desk. " I'm Fox Mulder and my
partner is Dana Scully. Will you be needing anything out of your car?
It could be a few days before we come back here." Mulder purposely
didn't tell her they were FBI. If Skinner hadn't told her, he
wouldn't unless it became necessary.

     "Uh...yes," Rae said. "My purse, I didn't bring it with me, I
just brought my I.D." 

     "Okay," Mulder said. "We'll go get it then, as soon as my
partner comes back."


     *   *   *   *   *   *

Parking deck

     "There it is," Rae said, when she saw her green Shadow sitting 
where she'd parked it after talking to Mr. Skinner. 

     Mulder parked the car across from it. Then, they all got out and 
headed toward Rae's car. Rae retrieved her purse from the trunk, while
Mulder looked around the deck for any sign that someone was watching.
A charm that hung on a chain around her neck, caught on her trunk. 

     She sighed in frustration, "My nerves are a wreck. You wouldn't 
believe the past two days I've had!" The catch on the front of the 
charm had broken. 

     The charm opened to reveal a picture. It showed a dark skinned 
man, with intense eyes. Even though he was clean shaven, having 
only a mustache. It was unmistakable who this man was. 

     Scully's sharply indrawn breathe drew Mulder's attention. 
Mulder paled when he saw who was pictured there. His mysterious
informant's face, Mr. X, was pictured there. "Who is this man?" he 
asked more forcefully than he should have. 

     Rae looked at him strangely, taking a step back. "It's my dad, he
died almost three years ago. Did you know him?"

     Scully could see that Mulder was battling over this. Before he 
could say anything more, she spoke up, "No we don't. For a moment
there, he looked familiar, but now I see, he can't be who I thought he
was." Mulder nodded, before looking away. 

     Rae seemed to accept that. Removing the chain, she placed the 
broken locket into her purse. "Oh wait," she said. "There's one more 
thing. I accidentally brought them home from Acme." She headed around 
to the passenger side door. 

     "Acme?" Mulder said.

     "Yes, Acme Industries, it burned down." By now she had the door
unlocked and opened. She leaned inside to retrieve the objects from 
her ashtray.

     Mulder looked in amazement at Scully. Could all of this possibly
be just falling into his lap?

     "Here they are," Rae said, handing the two metal cylinders to the
Agents. 

     Both Scully and Mulder thought the earth must have come to a 
screeching halt when they saw the two metal cylinders. They were 
identical to the ones Scully had pulled from the sinus cavity of a 
corpse, so long ago.  

end part 2
     

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From: JackeeC <74363.2566@CompuServe.COM>
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: NEW:REPOST XJEDI VOL ONE 3/24
Date: 23 Jan 1996 03:38:23 GMT


DISCLAIMER: I still mean what I said in part one. Honestly. Who would
believe these guys belong to me anyway? 'Cept Rae of course, but who's
she...really?

XJEDI (GALAXY X) 
part 3


     "Theraesa, I think you should start from the beginning," Mulder
was saying. He'd decided that it would be best to get out of the city
before finding a place to stay for the night. He continually glanced
in the rear-view for evidence of a tail. 

     "Rae." Rae said correcting his use of her name, it was a mouth
full. "Do you guys know what those things are, you both seem pretty
spooked." She looked from one to the other. Neither agent was able to
answer her.
  
     Scully felt shaky about having the tubes with them. If they were
after Rae, she might be killed if they thought she knew something.
"Mulder, I think we need to get rid of the cylinders." 

     Mulder caught her gaze in the mirror. He had evidence. Hard
evidence that the government was in on, at least, some sort of
conspiracy that involved abduction and mutation of it's citizens. He
didn't want it out of his sight. He was prepared to argue.
 
     "Just in case," Scully added softly, seeing him gearing up. "We
could package it up and mail it someplace."
 
     "Where could we mail it? They regularly go through my stuff. We
have to assume that your apartment is bugged or worse also." Mulder
decided to at least consider it, it did make a certain amount of
sense. 

     "I don't know," Scully shrugged. She didn't want to involve her
family in this, she didn't just happen to have a p.o. box just
sitting around either. 

     "What about Mr. Skinner," Rae offered softly from the front seat.
"He seems like a really nice man." 

     Scully caught Mulder's eyes in surprise, a small smile spread
across both their faces. Perfect.
 
     "I take it this is settled?" Rae said. At Mulder's nod, "there's
a post office a few blocks to the right at the next light." 

*   *   *   *   *   *

<GFFA>   Coruscant, Imperial Palace, War Room


     "What do we have here?" Luke said, as he stepped around Artoo. 
     The corner was dim, but a pale flicker of light blinked steadily,
on and off. Luke reached out a finger and touched the area, to his
surprise, the panel extended outwards. Inside, a small terminal
appeared. A coded message scrolled rapidly across the screen.
 
     "Threepio, what do you make of that?" Luke asked, looking up over
his shoulder at the golden protocol droid. 
     "Master Luke, I am fluent in over six million forms of
communication, but, I must say, this is most foreign to me." 
     Artoo made a sharp whistling. Rocking side to side, he twirled
his 'head' in Threepio's direction beeping and warbling excitedly. 

     "Yes, Artoo, yes, I see," Threepio seemed caught up in Artoo's
excitement as well. 

     "What is it?" Luke asked placing a hand on Artoo, but looking at 
Threepio. He wanted to hear it in plain Basic.
 
     "Master Luke, there appear to be coordinates within the message.
Artoo think it's a distress call of some kind," Threepio started.
"The coordinates point to a particularly distant sector of the outer
rim." 

     "Is there a time stamp on the message?" Luke asked. He hoped it
wasn't too late. If the message had travel so far, it could have been
days or weeks since the message was sent out.
 
     "I'm afraid, we can not determine that, Master Luke. But Artoo
does not believe this message reached Coruscant by ordinary measures.
It seems that there is no receiver actually connected to this panel
at all." Threepio seemed to consider what he'd said for a moment
before turning to his counterpart.

     "Artoo, what sort of nonsense is this? How can we receive a
message, with no receiver?" Threepio continued his berating of his
little friend. 

     Luke considered what he'd just heard. Was there a way to send a
message without a receiver? An organic transmitter...? Luke went back
to the box for a closer inspection. Whatever powered that thing, he
should be able to feel it with the force...

     Closing his eyes, Luke drew on the force. He felt the presence of
the two droids who were in the room with him and all the minute signs
of life nearby. He focused in on the little panel, it's flashing
lights, it's display, and beyond that to the inner workings. 

     Suddenly, he felt himself drug. His consciousness was yanked into
the vast expanse of space itself. The beacon vibrated through the
very fabric of the universe. A broad panorama of color and space-song
danced before his sense, for the briefest moment and then, in the
next instant, he saw it. 

     A ship, a mere wisp against the star light. He was sure it would
have been barely visible to the unaided eye. But, not to the force.
He felt something on the ship. Something dark, malevolent,
but...sleeping? Then, he felt something more. Children. Fear. Hunger.
Confusion. Voices...whispering, "Luke, wake up now, Luke, please
Luke..." 

     "Leia...?" Luke looked up into the worried gaze of his sister. He
heard running footsteps and then saw Chewbacca round the corner
followed by Han. He was lying flat on the floor of the War room. What
had happened?

     "What happened?" he asked, sitting up. He was fine, if only
slightly light headed. Leia held onto his arm. 

     "We were getting ready to have lunch, when I felt
you...fall...away from me. I thought you were dying, Luke." Leia said
on a whisper. "It was so fast, what happened?" 

     Luke looked towards the panel. "I don't know." 



     <MW> Earth,  North Carolina


     "Rae, we need you to tell us everything you can about what
happened in the past couple of days. Sort of give us an idea of what 
we may be up against." The trio had found a motel on the outskirts of 
Concord, North Carolina.  They'd gotten two adjoining rooms. Scully
and Rae shared a double. They had all gathered in Scully and Rae's
room after checking in. 

      "I just hope it isn't those guys in the dark van," Rae spoke
from a corner chair. She was exhausted, though for her, the day had
just begun. 
  
     "There were guys in a dark van?" Scully asked. She wondered if
Rae knew just how much trouble she might be in. She doubted it. She
remembered her and Mulder's experience with a dark van. It had lead
to the sudden demise of Mulder's informant, the one he'd referred to
as Deep Throat.

     "Yeah, I saw it twice." 

     "Did you get a look at who was inside?" Mulder asked. If she
could I.D. them, her danger tripled.

     "Nah, it was always from a distance. But, if you want my opinion,
I think it was those guys with the dark suits and shades, who showed
up at Acme last night. I mean, dark suits, dark glasses, dark van,
right?" 

     Scully blinked at the odd logic, and wondered why it made sense.
'Okay assume we're in BIG trouble' Scully thought to herself.
 
     "Dark suits and dark glasses...?" Mulder prompted her for more
info. His mind returned an image from his own past, of men dressed in
dark suits and glasses, in the middle of the night, chasing him away
from a warehouse containing humans infused with alien DNA. 

     "It was strange, because the offices are closed at night. I
generally work in the lab, but I had to go up front to make copies,
one second I was alone and then the next they were...just there.
Three of them. Scared me so bad, I spilled all my papers.
 
     "One of them helped me pick them up. I could almost swear he
looked at every paper. And when he was done he gave me this
smile...really slow, you know, and it just gave me the creeps and
then they just walked off. Never said a single word. I think I must
have been on edge the rest of the night. That's probably how I ended
up spilling that bag with those metal tubes in it."

     "Did you say there was a *bag* of those cylinders?" Mulder asked,
his eyes rising to meet Scully's. Was she getting all this?

     "There were...hundreds, they spilled and fell on my head," she
nodded, "  I'm pretty sure that that's how they got in my purse." 

     Scully had wrapped her arms about herself. She remembered what 
had happened to her shortly after she'd run a metal object, much like
those cylinders over an ordinary grocery scanner. If there were 
'hundreds'...

     "Had you ever seen them before last night?" Mulder asked. "Are
they similar to anything else Acme designed?" 

      "Not any design I'm familiar with. At first I thought they were
maybe some sort of machined part, but, there are no threads, so that
leaves me with no ideas, without studying it some more. " 

     "Listen," Rae added changing the subject slightly. "There's 
something else. Mike. He's missing. Or he was before I called Mr. 
Skinner. That's mostly why I called, see. I think something really bad
happened to him." 

     Scully's eyes widened. "Let's take it from the top," she said.
"So we can have the correct order of events." 

     Rae took a deep breath and started from the beginning. 


*   *   *   *   *   *


<GFFA> Coruscant 

     "Hey Luke," Han Solo spoke from the bottom of the Falcon's ramp. 
"ten minutes." 

     The group of friends were headed out to the coordinates stated in
the message to see what was going on.  Leia had after much discussion
been unable to convince Han that she should be along. Her job was to
make ready for whatever they might find out there. 

     Besides some one would have to explain this all to the council
anyway. Han couldn't think of a better candidate. He himself, didn't
have a clue, he was just the pilot. Let Luke, and that force of his,
figure that part.

     So Luke, Han, Chewie, and the two droids, done packing the ship
with extra food supplies and medical equipment headed out for the 
rim. 

     "Course set Chewie?" Han asked from the pilots seat, after they
had reached sufficient altitude.

     Chewie growled an affirmative reply. 

     Luke sat just behind  Han, "How long before we reach the set 
coordinates?" 

     "Looks like about fourteen hours, kid." Han said. "Nothing to 
do now but wait till we get there." 

     Luke disagreed. "I think, I'll do some meditating," he said as he
got up and left. 

     Han watched him go. Chewie growled a question towards him. 
"I don't know, pal. Guess we'll just find out when he tells us." 

*   *   *   *   *   *

     Luke sat in one of the more private areas of the Millennium
Falcon, a rather large storage closet off a sleeping area.
 
     Closing his eyes, he reached out through the force. He focused 
on the panel. He remembered it in even minute detail. It, in fact, was
now stowed in an auxiliary panel of the Falcon's aft terminals.

     He focused cautiously on the workings. The materials used were 
common enough. The plasteel  enclosure encased the display, which
had standard display workings. The flashing light; however, was
another story. On closer inspection he saw that it was a cylindrical
object that appeared to glow on one end. It sat within the plasteel
enclosure, but there was no electrical connection.

     He focused on other areas of the enclosure. It was a hollow
space. There was nothing else there. Nothing. The area was a vacuum.
That in itself was not so unusual, many pieces of equipment were in
vacuum to protect inner workings from corrosive influence.  But, here
there was nothing really to protect. Display's were the simplest of
devices, no vacuum would be needed for that.
 
     Turning his mind, he refocused on the signal itself.  Very
carefully, he reached out. Again he felt his sense yanked out into
the expanse of space. His mind was drowned in thousands of
sensations. Struggling against the fierce tide, he focused on the
origins of the signals and in the next instant found that the ship
was again there. The same as it was before. Again he felt the
sleeping dark presence's from before, but also the others. Their minds
all seemed to wear the quietness of sleep. Except one.



Somewhere in space <GFFA> 


     The young woman felt that she'd sat here long enough. Just
debating what to do would get them nowhere. The younger ones would
need food. Carefully, she extracted herself from one, especially
young, little girl. Getting up a little stiffly, she wondered if the
temperature had dropped.
  
     Passing back into the dirty corridor, she felt along the rock
formations, that made up the corridor 'walls'.  Though they appeared
rough and cool to look at, there was a definite pulsing warmth to the
surface. Some of the warmth had faded since her previous exploration.
That bothered her. If the walls were cooler, that meant it actually
was getting cooler, as she'd  feared. She wondered how long it might
be before it got really cold.

     Continuing along the dim corridors, she came, again, to the wall.
This one wasn't constructed of the warm rock, like the rest of the
walls. It was a gleaming metal wall, that seemed to have slid into
place. The wall was cool to touch. She strained to push it up. Nothing
happened. She tried again, pushing with all her might. In the midst
of her pushing, she felt something.
 
     Immediately, she let go of the wall. She stood completely still.
An eerie sensation crept up her spine. She felt as if someone was
standing behind her. Heart pounding, she forced herself to turn
around and face whoever would be there.

     A transparent image of a man dressed in black clothing stood
before her. His hair was sandy blonde and his eyes were closed. She
gasped in her shock.

     The eyes opened to reveal their pale blue color. The young woman
froze in terror. Where had he come from? The image of the man reached
a hand in her direction, while taking a step closer.
 
     She backed herself as close to the wall as she could, squeezing
herself into a corner. But, the image, relentlessly, continued
forward. His hand reached for her shoulder. 

     When he touched her, a change came over her. Her chest convulsed 
briefly and then she crumpled to the floor beside the doors. 


*   *   *   *   *   *



     Luke Skywalker sat deep in meditation. In his minds eye, he saw
the interior of the ship. He felt himself glide through the halls of
the vessel. He was looking for the one he'd felt. The one with the
power of the force, so strong, that even though she was unaware of
it, he could feel it. He saw her then, standing against a plasteel
barrier. He opened his eyes, not seeing the many backup parts and
such stored around him on the Falcon, but the young woman who stood
before him. 

     He reached a hand out towards her. She was frightened, he wanted
to reassure her. He tried to send good will and friendship towards
her mind. But, she didn't feel it, it didn't reach her. She backed
away from him until she was pressed against the wall. Perhaps, if he
touched her, she would understand that he meant no harm. He stepped
closer to her.
 
     His hand touched her shoulder. and passed right through. He felt
her heart lurch in her chest. She'd had a brief glimpse of his sense
before a barrier of cold white light, shot up in her mind. He felt a
memory come screaming towards him, as if from a long distance. A
strange word. It hit his sense as if he'd been branded, searing
across his consciousness, before he lost all thought...



      Millennium Falcon


     "Luke! Luke! Come on, kid..." Han yelled at his friend who lay
prone half out of a storage locker. Luke had turned several shades of
blue, before color flooded his face and he sat up with a yell.
 
     A word echoed through his brain, "Fox...!" Then the memory was
gone. He tried to reach out and get it back. But it wouldn't come, a
blinding white wall of light erected itself it it's place. He grabbed
at the massive hammer banging away in his head.
 
     "Kid!" Han grabbed his arm. "You all right?" 

     Luke looked at the anxious faces of Han and Chewie. The droids
stood in the background. Threepio, howling worriedly like a mother
hen and Artoo beeping and twittering anxiously. 

     "I'm fine," he said, "just a galaxy-sized headache." He massaged
at his temples. That was one memory he wouldn't touch again. 

     "What happened back here?" Han demanded seeing that his friend
was now, apparently, all right. 

     "I was just meditating." Luke said, lamely. "You know, trying to
get a sense of what we're headed for." 
 
     "Listen, I don't know much about the force, but what I do know is
that it just ain't normal for you to wake up screaming from 'just
meditating'. You were turning all blue on us. How do you expect me to
go home and explain that to your sister?" 

     "Han," Luke said, sitting up, trying to calm his brother-in-law
down, "I was just taken by surprise that's all. Listen, I think I've
found all I can for now anyway. So no more meditating on the box."

     Han seemed mildly appeased. "Well, all right," he grumbled. Luke
hadn't ever lied to him, that he could remember. But, he was still
tempted to have Chewbacca stand guard over him. He wasn't even
surprised when Chewie suggested just that with a growl.


<MW>  Earth, Charlotte North Carolina, USA

 
     
     "So what are we going to do, now?" Rae asked looking
from one agent to the other. She'd just finished telling them her
story. Scully had taken notes, while Mulder had interjected a
question here and there. 

     Scully glanced at the little clock that sat on the table near the
bedside. Five-thirty two. She heard the television come on. 

      "News," said Rae. "I want to see if they have anything to say
about Acme." 

     "Well, are you guys hungry?" Mulder asked. "I could pick up
dinner."  He knew he was starved. With women, who knew?

     Scully looked at Rae, who was starring transfixed, at the screen.
Her own face was plastered across the screen along with a phone
number for Crimestoppers. She was wanted for arson and questioning
concerning the disappearance of a co-worker. A Mike Ashton.

end part three


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From: JackeeC <74363.2566@CompuServe.COM>
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: NEW:REPOST XJEDI VOL ONE 4/24
Date: 23 Jan 1996 03:39:27 GMT


part 4: disclaimer still in force from Chapter one.

XJEDI part 4



<MW> Earth, Interstate 85, North Carolina

     The white Corsica shot along I-85 just above the speed limit.
"You guys I'm so sorry I got you involved in this mess," Rae
apologized for the third time since they'd left the motel. 

     "This little mess?" Mulder questioned distractedly looking at the
sky, "it's nothing." It was a full moon. 

     The car crested a slight hill, near exit 46, then went back down
a slight decline.
 
     "Mulder take this exit," Scully spoke up suddenly. 

     Mulder cut the wheel sharply across another lane in order to make
the exit. An irritated driver laid into his horn in disgust at
Mulder's technique. At the end of the exit ramp, Mulder halted the
car. "What's going on?" 

     "I think I saw a road block when we crested that last hill,"
Scully supplied, looking around to see if they were followed off of
the exit. "I think we should keep moving." 

     "Yeah," Mulder said, making a right turn onto the darkened road.
"Rae, you wouldn't happen to have any idea where we are would you?" 

     Rae leaned over from the back seat. She took in the dark country
road with a few houses set back off a bit. After a few minutes, she
seemed to get her bearings. "I think I've been back here before. I
don't think anyone really goes this way anymore." 

     "'Cept us chickens. Then, there's probably a good chance that
there isn't a road block back this way. Let's see if we can get
around it." 

      Scully's cellular began to chirp in her pocket. All eyes went
to her overcoat. She took it from across the seat and answered the
phone.
  
     "Sir...uhh yes. Okay. Understood."  She clicked off the phone and
replaced it in her coat. "That was Skinner," she said unnecessarily.
"We are to hold position here until further notice. The big I is not
involved in this case."  

     Mulder raised an eyebrow in false amusement. "Well, the absolute
last place they'd expect us to be is at Acme. I for one would like to
get a look at that building. We might be able to find some sort of
clue to where Mike Ashton is. Rae, you think you're up to it?" 

     "As ready as I'll ever be," she said. 
     
*   *   *   *   *   *     


     "This is where the basement entrance was," Rae was saying as they
trudged across the rubbish, that was once Acme. The door that had led
to the storage area was no longer existent, only a gaping hole was
left. 

     Mulder shone his flashlight down into the hole. The charred and
dirty floor was about ten feet down. The sickly smelled of burned
electronics and plastics still clung to the remains of the building.

     Flashing the beam around the area, Mulder was able to find a
metal cart that still had one of four wheels. The cart was shelved
and stood easily six feet. "If we could get that cart down in the
hole, we could climb down and see what treasures await." 
 
     It was charred and soot covered. In no time Mulder's hands and
face were covered with black smudges. He did; however, manage to get
the cart above the hole. The tough part would be getting it down into
the hole. 

     Scully stood back and held the flashlight, Rae offered
suggestions, Mulder managed to cover himself head to toe in soot by
the time the cart crashed upright to the basement floor. 

     Mulder carefully lowered himself the distance to the top shelf of
the cart. Scully handed him the flashlight. Rae followed him into the
hole. Scully would stand guard. 

     "The tubes were over this way," Rae was saying heading about in
the scattered remains. She knew they were near the rear wall, but
just where was hard to judge in the darkness and destruction. They'd
covered the back wall several times before she saw the remains of a
giant DC generator. "Oh, I remember this. The boxes were a couple of
piles away. Walking over, she found the spot.
 
     Mulder shone the light to the floor where the boxes had been.
Of course, there was nothing there now but rubbish. 

     Rae looked up a Mulder. She didn't want to disappoint him, she'd
hoped they'd be able to find something at least here, since they'd
found nothing near where she'd last seen Mike's car or in the other
parts of the ruin. A memory returned to her, "let me borrow the
flashlight for a sec." 

     Mulder handed her the light. She shone it around the floor.
Stooping near the ground she shone it some more. As her beam swept
across the big generator, a flash of something shiny reached them.
Going over, she peaked underneath the device. There, underneath was
another of the cylinders, hidden behind one of the generators', still
bolted down, legs. 

     "Eureka!" she exclaimed, handing it triumphantly to Mulder. 

     Before Mulder could respond, Scully's whistle reached their ears.
"Mulder!" she whispered urgently. "Get up here, now!" 



<GFFA> Somewhere in space. Millennium Falcon. 


     Han Solo was almost upon the ship before Luke alerted him to it's
presence. The Falcon's sensors hadn't picked up a single thing. When
he focused on the area to which Luke pointed, he could barely make
out the image of a ship, ten times the size of the Falcon.
 
     "Okay, we're here now," Han said, "any ideas how to get inside of
something we can barely see?" 

     "Might I make a suggestion," Threepio spoke up from the entrance
way. 

     "Why not?" Han allowed. 

     "Artoo's circuits are impervious to vacuum as are my own. I am
visually aware of the location of the ship, although only as an
anomaly. I could guide Artoo to the ship and perhaps he could
interface with it's computer." 

     Luke looked towards Han, who shrugged. Chewie growled a
questioned in Han's direction.
 
     "Do you sense any sort of danger from over there?" Han asked
Luke. 

     Luke thought for a second. "No, it's just as it was before. The
danger appears to be sleeping."

     "Well, we're gonna have to be sure you don't wake it up." Han
pointed in  Threepio's direction. "I want your vocals off, until we
say different."  

      "I say, sir, I'll have to keep in touch with you in some
manner. How else will I alert you to any dangers that may be lurking
there?" Threepio answered, chastened. He found this particular human
most irritating, not at all like Master Luke.

     "Vocoder," Han supplied. "Artoo will send us the coded
information over the vocoder and the Falcon can translate it to the
terminal." He hoped. That system did work, last time he'd checked it.
Months ago.

     Chewie growled Han's thoughts aloud. Luke didn't seem to pick up
on what the Wookiee had said, so Han simply answered, "Right. Let's
get started." 

*   *   *   *   *   *

     The droids drifted up to the shadowy form of the mysterious
vessel, the life-link harnessed to them like some sort of metallic
umbilical. From the Falcon's viewer, the hulking form appeared near.
But, against the literal backdrop of space, it took 15 minutes for
the droids to drift across. 

     All eyes within the Falcon were focused on one of the forward
terminals. A constant stream of Threepio's opinions flowed across the
screen. To Han, reading it was almost as irritating as hearing it.
Almost.

     Now, a different message scrolled across the terminal:
 
     HAVE NOW REACHED INTERLOCK. ACCESS TERMINAL LOCATED. ARTOO IS NOW

     ATTEMPTING LINK UP. LINK UP SUCCESSFUL, SIRS!!! HEADING BACK.

     Step one complete, thought Luke. Now for the hard part. "Han,"
Luke started. "when the droids get back, I think I should go over
alone first."
 
     "Oh yeah?" Han said conversationally, "and why's that?" Luke
Skywalker  was always running off and getting himself into trouble.
Must have been the  Skywalker flaw, Leia had a knack for it too. 

     "I sensed a woman over there. She's terrified. But, I think she's
seen me before, when I was meditating. I don't think she realizes
where she is, Han. I'll go over and try to ease her into it. One
person, unarmed, might not frighten her as much. Might make it a
little easier for her to take." 

     "What about that sleeping trouble over there, Luke? What if it
wakes up? You need some back up. Chewie can stay here and man the
ship. *I'm* going with you, like it or not." Han wouldn't be moved.
 
     Luke took in his stubborn glare. Nope he wouldn't be moved. "I'm
going to have to ask you to leave your weapons, then." Luke said
confidently. He hoped. He'd promised Han a long time ago, not to use
the force on him. 

     "What weapons?" Han asked innocently.

     Luke sighed. Well, he couldn't see the weapons, he was sure Han
had on  him. Maybe no one else would either. "All right," he
surrendered. 

     Chewie maneuvered the Falcon's hatch alongside the Hinderer's, as
the droids had informed them it was called, airlock. A pocket of
atmosphere was initiated between the two ships. 

     Luke and Han, drifted across the expanse to the adjoining
airlock. Han keyed in the command Artoo had given them. The airlock
of the Hinderer cycled open. A multitude of smells poured over them.

     "Life support is failing," Han commented. The smell of stagnant
air was unmistakable. The fact that they could see their breath in
front of them, made it even more abundantly clear that they had
better hurry and do whatever it was that they were going to do. 

     "Time is running out, here. Why don't I go on and see if I can
figue out what's wrong with this bucket, while you find the kids?"
Han suggested. 

     Luke agreed. The sensory information he'd picked up hadn't given
him any idea that things had deteriorated this far. 

     Han headed off down the dimly lit rock corridors in the
direction, he hoped, was aft. That was generally the typical location
of the engine room. Fortunately, the ship's design seemed pretty
straight forward. The corridor he was on, led directly to a room,
made differently than the rest of the ship. The walls were durasteel
painted to match the corridor's dark hue. This room seemed to take up
an extremely large portion of the ship. A completely unfamiliar bank
of readouts stood against a wall. Rows of consoles led deeper into the
compartment. No red lights seemed to be flashing on the mysterious
banks, so Han left them alone. 

     The familiar sight of the hyperspace drive and a rather ancient
set of engines sat in the far back of the room. Not bothering to look
around anymore, Han set to work. Here was likely to be the problem.
Red lights flashed all over the place. He didn't even need to know
the language on the readouts to figure that one. 

      Off to another side, stood a doorway. Glancing inside, he paused
at what he saw. It appeared to be some sort of medical bay. It
appeared very sterile and efficient, medical tools hang over the
bed-like platforms. The white walls gleamed even in the dim
gloominess. It gave Han the creeps.

     Taking out a portable analyzer, he scanned one of the rather 
large circular shells built near a back corner. 
 
     A sound behind him, made him spin fast on his heel, blaster at
the ready. Before him stood, a 'man' about a meter and a half tall,
with long willowy arms and an elongated head with huge black eyes and
a small silted mouth. The dim light reflected off the metallic sheen
of it's skin, and off of the tiny cylindrical blaster it held in a
long fingered hand. 

     It clattered away in some strange sounding language. The mouth
movements didn't seem to quite fit the sounds it emitted. 

      Han got off a shot before rolling out of the way of the laser
fire that charred the floor where he'd stood. "No weapons, he says,"
he grumbled under his breath, tweaking up the setting on his
miniblaster. Low stun had been  woefully ineffective; he was sure
he'd hit the thing squarely in the chest and it hadn't even been
fazed. 

     His dive landed him behind a power console. He heard the clink of
it's footsteps as it headed around the table. He also heard the
unmistakable sound of more reinforcements. Where were they coming
from? And why hadn't they showed up when they'd entered the airlock?

     Dashing out from around the console, he headed for one of the big
engine casings that he'd been scanning. Albeit, a circuitous route,
by way of another console and a dividing wall. He fired at maximum
power in the general area of the things back. His mouth gaped when he
saw the sparks fly. A droid?! It had moved in a very much organic
manner, if a bit slow.

     The rest were getting closer. The sound came from the direction
of that medical bay. Han grasped the fallen droid's weapon from where
it had fallen, he had a feeling it was more powerful than his own.  

     When three more droids rounded the corner he was ready.    
Firing both weapons he took down two of them. The third managed to 
get off a shot that whistled past his ear. Ducking behind the another
of the casings, he waited the droid out. It knew nothing of stealth.


Han waited until it's steps were almost around the casing, and fired
both weapons on it from behind. 

     It went down in a shower of sparks. 

     He heard no more steps approaching. He went back to his job of
diagnosing the ships troubles. To Luke, droids like those would be
candy. 

     Luke, meanwhile, had a different kind of trouble. He'd found the
children, against the plasteel barrier he'd seen in his meditation.
They were crying over the unconscious form of the young woman. He
wanted to calm them, but was afraid to touch their minds in any way,
because of what had happened when he'd touched hers. 

     He approached them cautiously. They looked tearfully up at him.
None approached. He smiled reassuringly at them, hoping that would
suffice. He spoke soft crooning words, telling them it would be okay.
No one tried to stop him when he bent over the young woman.
 
     When she didn't respond to his gentle tapping of her cheeks or
the rubbing of her arms he began to worry. Her body was too cool. Too
still. He'd have to use the force. He'd be careful. Perhaps since she
was unconscious the barrier would not throw itself up at him. 

     Delicately, he probed for damage. He could feel the barrier on
the horizon of her subconscious. It was deeply ingrained. He saw the
damage that had been caused. He set to work repairing it, slowly,
carefully. It took all of his concentration to block the waves
emanating from the cold white brilliance of the barrier. 

     He felt when she was about to regain consciousness, the barrier
began to bear down upon him with lightning speed. He pulled his sense
away, but not before the fringes of it caught him. The headache was
back. A small price to pay, considering he felt responsible for her
condition in the first place. 

     When he opened his eyes, it was to look into the confusion of her
hazel ones. He was breathing heavily. The cool breath showed white in
front of him.  He reached a hand to his brow, he was sweating. 

     "Are you all right?" he asked her. She looked surprised that he'd
spoken. But, she said nothing. All of the children, he noticed had
stopped crying. They all appeared to be looking at him with smiles on
their faces. 

     She spoke to one of the children, who smiled and pointed to him
before answering her. She looked back to him with new eyes. She drew
herself up to stand. She was surprised to find someone she stood eye
to eye with. The OTHER'S were much shorter, and all of the children
were. 

     The group as a whole seemed startled as a sound came over Luke's
comlink. "Yeah, Han," Luke spoke into it. He'd forgotten about the
life support. The air was actually starting to smell better already.

     "Engine's all fixed up as good as new, or as new as these ancient
engines are gonna get." Han's voice sounded over the link. "How are
things on your end?" 

     "Just fine, I've found the children. I don't recognize the
language they spoke though. I think we better get Threepio over here
to translate." Luke had caught the tone in Han's voice. There was
more. "I ran into a few *friends* in the engine room," Han continued.
"Droids. Probably to protect something down here. I haven't seen
anything else moving down here. You sure you don't feel anything else
around here?" 

     "Nothing else." Luke said. "Whoever's sleeping is still asleep.
I'll meet you at the airlock with the kids." 

     Luke reached a hand out towards the young woman. She took it. He
smiled reassuringly. He led them down the corridors towards the
airlock, which had been closed until he and Han should request that
Chewie open it. Just in case.

     Han was waiting there for them. "Okay Chewie," he was saying.
"Open airlock." The bright light shone from the Falcon's inner
lighting. Shining brightly through the airlock. 

     To Han and Luke's amazement, the children one and all shrank back
from the light, in terror. Luke turned towards Han in amazement.
"Shut the airlock, now!," he exclaimed into the comlink at Chewie.  

     Chewie immediately closed the airlock. Han and Luke stared at
each other for a full second. Luke, unsure if it was the light or the
airlock itself that frightened the children, was unwilling to risk
experimenting with it. 

     "Han, I need to check on whatever's sleeping on this ship. I was
close to them a minute ago. They're in an induced coma or something.
I don't think they'll wake easily. But, I do need to make sure
they're where I think they are." 

     "All right," Han said, "sounds good to me. But, what about these
kids?  It ain't likely they're going willingly through the airlock."

     "Is the ship functional now?" Luke asked. 

     "All systems are on-line. Hyperdrive is charging now."

     "Well, then, I think I'll just fly it back to Coruscant. These
children are going to need help. If you can get some food, while I
get them away from this airlock, then I'll check on our sleeping
friends and we can be on our way." 


<MW> Earth, USA

     A shadowy figure drew on a cigarette in the dark. It's tip glowed
red for several seconds. He slowly blew out the cloud of smoke, which
joined with the rest in the hazy atmosphere of the room.
 
     The phone rang. He picked it up in the middle of the first ring. 

     "Yes?" he spoke softly. 

     "Area Zero, Rendezvous 9." The line went dead.

     The man hung up the phone. He drew once again on his cigarette
before crushing it in a glass ashtray." Getting up, he stepped out of
his office, and walked calmly down the office corridor towards an
elevator. 

     "Afternoon, Senator," he spoke to a gray haired gentleman. "Good 
evening, General," the man answered back, with a friendly smile. 

      When the elevator opened to the helipad, the Senator had
already gotten off. The man walked to the waiting helicopter. "Let's
go," he said. "Area Zero." 

     The dark helicopter lifted into the air, heading off in a
southerly direction. 


end part 4


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From: JackeeC <74363.2566@CompuServe.COM>
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: NEW:REPOST XJEDI VOL ONE 5/24
Date: 23 Jan 1996 03:40:19 GMT


XJEDI


Part 5: disclaimer still in force. 


<GFFA> Somewhere in space


     "Master Luke? Master Luke where are you? Oh, what a perfectly hideous
vessel," Threepio was saying as he shuffled through the corridors of the 
Hinderer. 
     "I'm forward, Threepio," Luke spoke back over the comlink. 
     Threepio rounded a bend in the corridor and met up with Luke and the 
small group. "I say, sir, these children are desperately in need of care. Here
are the food supplies you requested." Threepio handed the satchel he'd been 
carrying to Luke. 
     All of the children and the young woman, Luke had to keep telling himself
she was a woman, she had a solemn manner about her, but something deeper 
struck him as childlike as well, stood in awe of Threepio. They didn't seem
afraid in the least. But then, Luke couldn't imagine any child being afraid of 
Threepio. He probably seemed like some big gold toy. 
     "Threepio, I know they need baths, but I need you to see if you can 
communicate with them," Luke said pulling a blanket from the satchel and 
spreading it on a comparatively clean section on the floor in one of the 
forward chambers. 
     He began to motion for the children to sit down on the blanket. They 
seemed to understand and did so. He stooped too and sat on the blanket. 
"My name is Luke Skywalker," he said, pointing a finger to himself. 
"What's your name?" He asked the young woman, who sat to his right. 
     She looked confused for a moment. She knew what he wanted to know. She 
simply didn't remember. So, she said the only name she knew. "Fox." she said
aloud and then smiled hesitantly. 
     Luke returned her smile and gave Threepio a doubtful look. So he needed 
to get them talking. "What is this place?" he asked gesturing all around him.
     A look of fear passed over her face. Luke waited. Then she began to 
speak. When she was silent, Luke looked more hopefully at Threepio. He hoped 
it would be enough. 
     Threepio cocked his head to one side. Luke knew he was accessing his 
data files. "This appears to be a very obscure language, that was built into 
my programming. I have no record of any known species speaking this language.
This is indeed strange, sir." 
     "Well, tell me what you *think* she said," Luke said. 
     "Sir, it appears she made reference to, 'the boogey man's house'" 
Threepio answered. 
     Luke was taken aback. But oddly, he could see how that could be. The 
place was certainly spooky. "Ask her where they come from," Luke suggested. 
     Threepio complied. The woman's face brightened, she understood. "From 
Massachusetts," she said. 
     "Threepio, are there any records of planets or systems by that name?" 
Luke asked. He'd certainly never heard of it. 
     "No Master Luke, I have no record of a system or a planet by that name. I   
will have Artoo do a more extensive search, perhaps it is a city or an 
asteroid or a station of some kind. These children are in such a state of 
disrepair, one tends to wonder precisely what sort of misfortune befell their
parents." 
     "Yeah," Luke agreed, looking over the group. Obviously, the children 
could not have all belonged to the young woman. There was an extreme variety 
of races, but the ages seemed to range from perhaps 5 standard years to 10 at 
the most. She seemed protective of them, but Luke doubted she was the true
mother of any of them. What were they doing here in the...'boogey man's house'
as she'd called it. Her own description had been childish. Sighing, he began 
to pass out the food to the hungry group. The mystery would have to wait until
later. 


*   *   *   *   *   *

     "Luke, take a look at this..." Han was saying. He stood bent over one of
the consoles of the Hinderer's engine room. The two had discovered a slight 
problem in trying to pilot the craft. The console was locked out. It could 
not be manually piloted, it ran completely by a preset program. 
     When Han had repaired the engine's malfunction, the navigational computer
had reset. Artoo, was plugged into the terminal link on the other end of the 
engine room, attempting to learn anything. 
     Han had been attempting to reroute the system. Difficult, when one wasn't 
precisely sure how this particular system worked. But, he'd discovered 
something in his efforts. 
     Luke stepped over to where his friend stood and looked at the monitor to 
which Han pointed. His eyes widened. "You've got to be kidding...that's almost
too easy," he said. 
     A menu screen had appeared requesting program coordinates. In Basic.
     "Candy." Han had agreed, punching the coordinates for Coruscant. 
     
     ARE YOU SURE? the monitor prompted.

     "'Course I'm sure," Han said, keying in an affirmative reply. 
     
     SYSTEM INITIALIZING.
     PREVIOUS PROGRAM CORRUPTION ERROR. LOCATION INCONSISTENT WITH 
     PREVIOUS PROGRAM FINAL DESTINATION. DO YOU WISH TO REVIEW 
     LOCATION ANALYSIS?

     "What?!" Han said irritation crept into his voice. 
     "Say yes," Luke suggested on a hunch. "It might tell us where this thing
was headed. I've certainly never seen a ship like this. I'd definitely want to
find out if there was more."
     Han keyed in the affirmative response. The screen blanked and a set of 
coordinates appeared:

     -POINT OF ORIGIN ALPHA
     CODE GRID: 30-12-17-3-2-22

     Looks of confusion spread across both Han's and Luke's face. "Artoo," 
Luke called the domed droid from across the room. Threepio was with the 
children.  
     "Can you make anything of this code grid?" 
     A series of whistles and beeps followed, which amounted to an answer 
Luke could almost make out. The part he did get though was enough. Artoo 
couldn't tell hem where the location was. 
     "Do you think you could convince it to go to Coruscant?" Han asked. 
     Artoo plugged into the side of the console and accessed the navigational
program. For good measure, he downloaded copies of related files. After a 
minute he chirped his success. 
     
     INITIALIZING PROGRAM... 
     5 MINUTES TO HYPERSPACE JUMP.

     Sounds of the engines coming up to speed could be heard behind them. 
"See ya back at home, Kid" Han said, heading for the airlock to join Chewie. 
Artoo followed behind. He wanted to get back to the more familiar Falcon 
computers to analyze the data he'd downloaded. 

     

     Chewie watched through the view screen as the barely there ship leapt 
into hyperspace. He growled a soft sound of trepidation. Something was causing
the flesh on the back of his neck to prickle.
     "What's wrong, Buddy?" Han asked settling into the pilot's seat. 
     Before Chewbacca could answer Artoo began warbling and rocking excitedly.
Turning his extended link-up arm a quarter turn, he swiveled his 'eye' in the
direction of the terminal that had the vocoder link. A translation of what 
he'd said appeared on the screen. 
     The message pinpointed the spot to which the Hinderer had been heading. 
     "Well, I'll be..." said Han. "Chewie, get a message probe off to Leia,
give her these coordinates. She probably won't get it for at least a day, 
depending on how close the nearest track zone is. We're heading for these 
coordinates."  
     Han locked the new destination into the navicompter. Within moments the 
Millennium Falcon leapt also into hyperspace. The didn't notice the lone 
barely visible ship that leapt out of hyperspace a half a million kilometers
away.



<MW> Earth, Southeastern United States. 

     "General, the window is now open," The dark haired pilot yelled to his
very important passenger. "Shall I alert echoes 2 and 3?" 
     "Negative," the passenger replied, "tell them to follow us in."  The 
passenger looked to his pilot. He'd hand picked all of the pilots in this 
team. All of them served with the utmost dedication. 
     "How is our...other project going?" he asked him. 
     "The pilot grinned, "it's going well, sir. The plan is on schedule." 
     "Good," the man said. "I have another mission for you..."  


<GFFA> Somewhere in hyperspace


     The navicomputer's alarm sounded. The Millennium Falcon was about to 
come out of hyperspace. The two pilots and one droid watched as the numbers
ticked down. 5...4...3...2...
     Just before the ship was due to come out of hyper a loud whining erupted
in the cabin. Hyperspace burst into a brilliant explosion of swirling color.
     Han watched stunned as the nose of the Falcon seemed to stretch as if 
some giant rubber band being pulled by an unseen hand. A mammoth black void  
appeared at the edge of the swirling lights. Han thought they must have gone 
into a black hole.  
     He was about to yell something to Chewie when suddenly, he realized he 
was once again in real space. The 'storm' or whatever had only lasted a 
second. 
     The vortex had dumped them out a quarter of million kilometers from a 
brilliantly beautiful blue planet. It reminded him a lot of his home planet,
Corelia. 
     He sat stunned starring at the planet that was not supposed to be there.
"Any idea where we are?" he asked no one in particular. Chewie and Artoo were
silent.
     Artoo suddenly erupted into excited beeps and whistles about the same 
time Chewie growled a warning. The Falcon's proximity detectors went haywire. 
     Another of the barely visible ships shot past the Falcon within 20 
meters. Then slipped into hyperspace out from the moon. 
     "What the-" Han took manual control of the Falcon. "You get any reading 
of any type of large armed facility down there?" 
     Chewie replied that he didn't. 
     "I say let's see what's down there. He was in an awful hurry to get away 
from something." The Falcon dove down towards the blue planet along the same 
trajectory of the now far away ship.


<MW> Earth, Charlotte North Carolina


     "Mulder!" Scully whispered again as loudly as she dared. She stooped 
impatiently over the hole. She saw the beam of their flashlight approaching. 
     "Cut the light!" she said. 
     The light went out almost immediately. She heard the soft sounds of Rae 
and Mulder straining to climb over the cart and up out of the hole. 
     Rae came up first. Scully grabbed her arm and helped her out. Both of 
them helped Mulder. 
     "What's going on?" he asked when he was out of the hole. He looked around
the perimeter of the building. He didn't see anything unusual. 
     "Three dark helicopters just went down in those woods." Scully said 
pointing off into the distance. 
     "How far?" Mulder asked heading in that direction. 
     "Maybe a mile, it's hard to tell at night." Scully replied following him.
The woods were thick and overgrown. It took nearly thirty minutes for them to 
go half a mile. 
     "Are you sure this is the right direction?" Mulder whispered to his 
partner. The hadn't seen a single thing out of the ordinary.
     "You guys," Rae spoke up "look." 
     Rae had been pointing up into the sky. A dark silvery object was 
descending from the sky. 
     "Get down!" Mulder said, pulling the women to a crouched position on the 
ground. They all sat frozen until the object disappeared from sight. 
Mulder led as they crept onward towards where the object had seemed to be 
headed. Everyone came to an abrupt halt when a brilliant flash of light 
appeared in a clearing up ahead. They hid on their bellies behind the heavy 
undergrowth, trying not to think about what manner of critter might reside 
there.
     The clearing was perfectly circular, perhaps a hundred yards. The object
hovered over the area. The helicopters sat silently by. A tall man was 
standing in the brilliant column of light emanating from the object. 
     Scully's entire body jerked. Mulder stared wide-eyed at the scene before 
him. Rae just looked dumbfounded. The light brightened. The three secret 
onlookers were forced to cover their eyes. Mulder held out as long as he 
could.
     When the light dimmed and faded, the man was gone. In the next instant
the object shot up into the sky at tremendous speed. Mulder turned and 
looked at Scully. Emotion brimmed in his eyes. Scully was still starring ahead
transfixed. 
     "Scully did you see that?" he asked. 
     When she didn't reply, he grabbed her arm, "Scully, are you all right?" He 
wondered if she were beginning to remember some of the things that had 
happened to her when she was abducted. 
     "Scully," he whispered again. Rae touched her other hand, worried as well.
     "M-Mulder," she stammered turning wide frightened eyes in his direction. 
"That man...the one in the light...I know him." 
     "From where?" Mulder asked, his heart began to pound a little harder. 
     Scully raised a stunned eyebrow, "He was my date for Friday night. Ben...
Benjamin Adams." 

 
end part 5


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From: JackeeC <74363.2566@CompuServe.COM>
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: NEW:REPOST XJEDI VOL ONE 6/24
Date: 23 Jan 1996 03:41:21 GMT


XJEDI



part 6


disclaimer: still in force from chapter one. 

      "Your date..?" Mulder blinked. 
     Scully nodded wide-eyed. 
     "You sure know how to pick 'em," Rae whispered in the background despite 
the strangeness of whatever was going on here. The three ducked their heads as
the helicopters started up their engines and took to the air.
     The sound of their choppy retreat was fading when the three got to their
feet and headed cautiously out into the clearing. Mulder eyed Scully, she was
still a bit pale, but the professional mask had taken the place of the shock 
he'd seen there before. 
     Suddenly a strange sort of whine began to be heard over the trees. 
Looking up they saw an oddly shaped object with flashing lights heading 
directly toward the clearing. It hovered above the small group, as they all
stared up with a feeling of impending doom. 

 *   *   *   *   *   *


     "I don't like this one bit, Chewie," Han was saying as the Falcon 
hovered over the clearing. There were three people standing directly below  
his ship. They really didn't look dangerous and he didn't read any weapons on 
them. In fact they looked more like they were afraid of him. If they would 
just move he could set down and introduce himself proper like. Probably be a 
good idea not to use his real name until he figured out where their 
sympathies laid. It could get awful uncomfortable married to New Republic 
Hierarchy if these were sympathetic to the empire.
     Chewie growled a question concerning their intelligence in
standing beneath a ship which so obviously was wanting to land.
     "Yeah pal, I need some answers about that ship one way or another. 
Since they are the only people around, what say we land, huh?" Han grinned 
wickedly at his co-pilot. 
     Chewie rewarded him with a deep Wookiee chuckle.
     Han lowered the Falcon ever so slightly, but enough for the three 
standing beneath him to realize they were running out of space. They still 
remained transfixed where they were. 
     "Go figure that..." he spoke under his breath and lowered the ship some 
more. He was almost right on top of them. 
     They suddenly scurried out from beneath his ship. Setting the craft down
he drew himself up from the pilots seat. 
     "You stay here, Chewie, until I figure out what's going on," Han 
told his friend. "You too Artoo," he added. Turning, he felt his small blaster
and the one he'd taken from that droid on the Hinderer. They were still well 
hidden. He lowered the ramp. 
     

*   *   *   *   *   *

     Scully and Mulder and Rae stood beneath the craft, frozen. Knowing in 
the next instant the bright lights would shine on the three of them. When the 
hull began closing in on them they stayed. When it dipped again, it was Rae 
who grabbed the two agents by the elbows sparking them into moving themselves
from beneath it. 
     "I think it wants to land." She said by way of explanation. 
     They all watched as the ship sat down on the ground, and a gangway opened
downward. A man stood at the top. The ships lighting was at his back, thus 
obscuring his features. He was tall and solidly built. He seemed to be 
dressed casually with something thrown across his shoulders. He began to walk
slowly down the ramp. 
     "He's human," Scully spoke from Mulder's left, not removing her eyes from 
the approaching figure. 
     When the man reached the bottom of the ramp his face became visible. 
He began speaking. Neither of them understood what he'd said. They stared 
blankly back at him. He began waving his arms as if gesturing to the woods. 
     "You know, first contact is not at all like this on popular scifi tv. 
What I wouldn't do for a universal translator," Mulder muttered under his 
breath.
     Rae giggled. The situation was really getting to her. A second later, 
amazingly, Scully started also. It was contagious, Mulder grinned and the 
strange man's eyes widened and he grinned too. Just then the sound of the 
helicopters reached the ears of all four humans. 
     All eyes turned skyward. A flood light began scanning the
area. The lights gleamed across the surface of the ship pausing on the
man at the bottom of the ramp. He raised his hands to block the
light. A shot rang out and the man went down.
     "Behind the ramp!" Mulder shouted to the women, as he tried to drag the 
man with him. 
     He'd taken a hit in the right shoulder and was already trying to
pull himself to his knees. He shook his head to clear it. What sort of
blaster was that?!  He felt his blood pouring out. The man from the
group was trying to drag him behind the Falcon's entry ramp. He tried
to tell them to get inside, but it was no use. They didn't understand
a word he'd said. His world began to dim.
     Rae screamed as a large form barreled down the ramp with a growl, bodily
taking the injured man into his arms. He'd just stepped back on the ramp when  
another volley from the helicopter got him in the back. It was a dart. His
steps slowed as he neared the top. The three watched in amazement as the 
bullets just deflected off the hull of the ship. 
     "Inside!" Mulder yelled, half dragging a stunned and
uncooperative Rae.  Scully knew the men in the helicopter wouldn't
stop until they were dead. She ran inside. They scuttled around the
now, still, hairy creature that appeared to stand over seven feet
tall.
     Mulder pushed Rae into the interior of the vessel. Then, turned back to 
the creature. He look up into the intelligent eyes and reached out for the now
unconscious man. 
     The creature's gaze was growing more distant by the second, but he held 
on ferociously to his cargo. Mulder continued to wait.
     Finally the creature's arms seemed to sag. Mulder stepped in to take him.
     Carrying a woman like a baby was one thing. Carrying a fully grown man of 
Mulder's own height was quite another. He staggered under the weight. Quickly 
and as carefully as he could, he lowered him to the floor. 
     The ramp began to lift. He rushed around the man to help the creature. 
The ramp had nearly reached the top when he heard voices yelling orders. 
A pair of arms grabbed the creature from the ramp just before it slammed shut. 
Mulder could hear the gunfire bouncing off the outer hull growing more and 
more distant. Suddenly it dawned on him what was happening. 
     "We're moving," he whispered in disbelief. 


     <GFFA>  Coruscant, Imperial Palace


     Leia Organa Solo paced her chambers. It was late in the evening. She'd 
dined that evening with the Chief-of-State, Mon Mothma. She'd discussed the 
strange beacon Luke had found in greater detail with her the day before. 
Tonight, she'd been too worried to be much of an asset in the last minute
details of preparation for whatever her husband and brother found.
     She looked down at her empty hands. Her children had only recently gone 
into seclusion for their own safety. They would be great Jedi someday, like 
Luke. But, for now, she was alone. Her arms were empty. She wrapped them 
around herself. Something felt terribly wrong.
     Forcing herself to sit, she did a Jedi calming exercise that Luke had 
taught her. Her hands gradually unclenched and her anxiety faded. She felt 
the force flowing all around her, calming. She touched the presence of her 
brother. Luke. Luke was near. She felt him acknowledge her with a returned 
feeling of warmth and love. She smiled and hurried to the space dock to meet 
her brother. Not at all worried that she hadn't felt Han. If Luke wasn't 
worried, then, she shouldn't be either. 


     Luke sat in a corner of the chamber they'd eaten in. All of the children 
spoke softly to the woman in a corner of the room. It appeared that she was 
teaching them lessons of some kind. He wasn't sure exactly what it was.
     The Hinderer would be coming out of hyperspace soon, and he
hadn't a clue as to how to dock the thing. Artoo had left with Han so,
the Coruscant Traffic Control would have to tractor them in. He was
about to send a mental message to his sister when he felt her presence
reach out to him. He smiled. She seemed tense and worried, he sent her
a feeling of the warmth and love he felt for her.
     She would be ready for them. He sent her an image of the ship and it's 
limitations as far as being seen by instrumentation. 



     The Hinderer had taken on a slate gray tone as soon as it touched 
atmosphere. It was no longer the nearly unseeable cloak.  New Republic
Scientist who had been a part of a preparatory team were chomping at the
bit to see exactly what made that possible. It would be to their tactical 
advantage if their ships were unseeable by instrumentation and the human
eye.
     A deck droid interfaced with the airlock uplink to open a boarding ramp.  
Luke Skywalker stepped out walking beside a dark-haired young woman 
surrounded by a group of  a dozen or so young children. Threepio followed 
behind. Luke carried the smallest of them and one dark eyed little boy clung 
to his hand. The young woman's eyes followed his movements closely. 
     The small group of engineers and the medical team stood waiting for Leia. 
Leia stepped up to her brother waiting to be introduced to the grimy band 
accompanying him.



<MW> Earth...?


     Scully  hurried to examine the wounded man as soon as Mulder sat 
him down. His shoulder was bleeding profusely. Pulling back his shirt she 
examined the wound. This was no ordinary bullet, it was intended to shatter 
on impact. Her jaw set in fury at the inhumanity involved. Her eyes searched 
the immediate area, she saw no evidence of anything she could use to stop the 
bleeding. 
     Rae seeing her search, removed the thin sleeveless jacket she wore. She 
handed it over Scully's shoulder. Scully conveyed her thanks with a look. 
     At Mulder's words, "We're moving," she looked sharply up at him. 
Focusing her mind on the external sounds and subtle motion, she realized he 
was right. She raised her eyes back to his to find he had taken out his 
cellular. 
     "Mulder, what are you doing?" She asked her confusion clearly evident. 
     "Making a phone call," Mulder said as he watched the roam light 
illuminate as the phone tracked. "I'll bet the roaming charges are going to
be astronomical," he commented dryly when the phone was ready. 
     Scully decided to tend her patient and ignore the fact.
     The phone was picked up on the first ring. "Skinner," a voice spoke. 
     "Uh...Sir," Mulder started. What did one tell one's boss in a situation 
like this? Sir, I'm making a cellular call from an alien spacecraft that's 
heading for who knew where.
     "Yes, Agent, spit it out," Skinner said after Mulder stalled. 
     Mulder took a deep breath and blew it out. He remembered Skinner's almost
calm acceptance when he'd explained that an alien bounty hunter was after his 
recently returned 'sister.' This shouldn't be so bad. 
     "Sir...We're not in Kansas anymore." 
     "What are you babbling about, Agent Mulder?" Skinner snapped. "Where are
you?" 
     Mulder closed his eyes, "Sir, we're on an alien spacecraft headed for the 
final frontier." 
     There was a second of silence. "Put Agent Scully on the phone." 
     "But, sir--" Mulder got out before the connection broke. A second later
the ship made a violent jerk of acceleration, followed almost immediately by
a high pitched whine that seemed to come from everywhere at once. 


<GFFA> Coruscant, Imperial Palace

     "What's on that ship, Luke?" Leia asked her brother. Luke had requested 
that the ship be sealed and that no one be allowed inside it. 
     "There are sleeping Jedi aboard. Dark Jedi." Luke answered his sister
seriously. He knew what her reaction would be. The insane Jedi Master Joruus
C'baoth had nearly killed them both. 
     "What?!" she exclaimed. "Luke you're kidding me. I can't believe Han let 
you do this. Speaking of Han, where is he anyway?" 
     "He should be here by now. Maybe he had trouble with the Falcon. We both 
got ready to leave at the same time."
     Leia seemed to accept that. She'd worry later, for now there was the 
potential problem of dark Jedi. Sleeping or not. 
     "Leia, these Jedithey can't be awakened by any ordinary means. They 
are also behind a plasteel barrier. I can't touch their minds really while 
they are under. They are for all intents and purposes...dead. But on an 
extremely low level they are alive. I can only slightly even feel them through
the force." 
     "So how did you know they were there?" 
     "It was the beacon. Somehow it operates within the force on a different 
level. It enhances it. Exponentially." 
     "Exponentially?" 
     Luke nodded, going back in his mind. "When I focus on the cylinder in 
the beacon, I was able to sense every individual on that ship 14 hours away 
in hyperspace. I was able to project myself on board that ship, Leia. It felt
as if I were really there." Then, he remembered something else. 
     "When I touched the young woman's mind, there was a...barrier. Very 
strong, painful. I've never experienced anything like it. What ever it is, 
it's blocking her memory of who she is, I suspect the same has been done to 
all of the children. Their minds need to be repaired." 
     Leia nodded in agreement with her brother's assessment of the children. 
But the Jedi, she couldn't find her way to agreeing. 
     "So what are we going to do with these dark Jedi of yours?" 
     Luke smiled knowingly at her. Even though she was opposed to them even 
being there, she knew that there were things he was driven to do. She trusted 
him to not bring them into danger. 
     "Nothing. I think that leaving them where they are would be the safest
thing we could do. The ship should be impounded and unapproachable by anyone
except for you or I."
     "Alright," Leia sighed. "I'll let you take care of that, I'll talk to 
Mon Mothma. I do have an idea for the kids though, We could send them to the 
planet CEstallia. The CEstallians are a peace loving telepathic race of 
humanoids. They are said to be great healers of the mind and couldn't resist a
challenge like this." 
     "Okay, sounds good, I'll see if I can get them ready. Threepio is working
on a translator program for our comlinks. Hopefully he's done." 
     Leia watched her brother leave the room. Ever the optimist. Always ready
to help. Anybody. She remembered him wanting to save evil Darth Vader. He'd
done it too. Then, the insane clone Joruus C'baoth, he'd wanted to save him
too. She was proud to have him as her brother and not because he was a Jedi
knight. Even if he couldn't touch the force, Luke would still be the same
gentle easy going guy that he was. Though all he'd been through he still 
retained an innocence of sorts. She hoped he never lost it.





End Vol. 1


End notes: I couldn't resist. Hopefully, by the time you reach this point. Vol.
2 is out there. I went ahead and divided into volumes because I suspected that
it would be LOOONG and I couldn't stand it anymore. I didn't want to devote 
all this time if you guys felt I was making a mistake. So give a yell would
ya?       -----------------//----------------------------
You know, I've recently begun to take notice of the news. Parts of this story
are from actual news stories on the radio here in Charlotte. The warehouse 
that burned to the ground one night actually happened, and it was a storehouse
for military surveillance equipment. The owner did a sound bite where he said
the building burned from the roof down. I found it strange that the fire 
marshal wasn't the spokesperson. On the same day a woman who had been missing
for three days reappeared, disoriented nearly a hundred miles away. Nothing 
else was ever mentioned about these two stories. Are these possible xfiles?
Just today, I heard on the news that a meteor fell on a mobile home in the 
Northern US burning it to the ground. Hmmm... Keep an eye out, you may see 
this coming in a story on a net near you.



Jackee C.  08/25/95     74363.2566@compuserve.com


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From: JackeeC <74363.2566@CompuServe.COM>
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: NEW:REPOST-XJEDI PROL. XF/SW XOVER
Date: 23 Jan 1996 03:32:32 GMT


Disclaimer: The characters mentioned in the story are not mine. They
belong to LucasArts and Tenthirteen and of Fox Broadcasting. A very 
curious mixture thereof, I gaurantee. No copyright infringement intended.
No money gained. This story is (c) 1995 Jackee C. All rights reserved.(*)
 

                       XJEDI--Prologue
                        < GALAXY X >
                                       by Jackee C.






Somewhere in a galaxy far, far away.    <GFFA>


     The ship fell out of hyperspace with a bang. The engines
wound down for the last time as some ancient part rebelled against
the assault that had been forced on it all these years.

     The sides of the vessel reflected starlight, being
barely visible to the unaided eye. And completely invisible to
instrumentation. A light glimmered near the 'top', automatically
broadcasting an ancient beacon, while on board an ancient crew 
slept on. It was necessary that they remain in this state in this
territory; lest the other's know of their existence...

     Somewhere, deep in the bowels of the ship though,
some thing did awaken.

     The restraining field, an integral part of the engine
systems had failed. The young woman sat up in her chamber, hair
falling in brown waves across her shoulders. Her hazel eyes
gleaming with intelligence, sensed the difference. The engines
subtle vibration had ceased.

     She glanced quickly toward the open-ended section of the wall
that had been barricaded with the energy field. It no longer
shone. Stepping hesitantly toward the area, the girl looked around
to see if there were any other signs of what might have happened.
Maybe this was just another test.

     Reaching a hand tentatively toward the space, her hand passed
right through. Gasping she drew her hand back and tried again. She
was free!

A smile spread across her features. She hadn't smiled in years.
Not since... she couldn't remember. She only remembered a
name...Fox. Fox had made her laugh.

     She wondered briefly where the OTHER'S were. Moving quickly
from the chambered room she headed down a rocky looking corridor,
refuse strewn along the way, for the other chamber rooms. If she
was free maybe the other captives would be too. Experiment or
not, she had to find out.

*        *          *


Milky Way, Earth, USA    <MW>

     In a shadowy room a man sat looking out on the night
darkened city. Tendrils of smoke formed around his head. He
turned slowly in his chair as the whisper of robes reached his
ears.

     What he saw there did not surprise him. The little elfin
'man' stood before him. His pointed ears were stiff and alert
showing his agitation.

"What brings you to this neck of the woods?" the smoker asked.
"You *are* aware of the penalty if you are caught." It was not 
a question. A faint smile crossed the lips, denoting his 
pleasure at the thought.

     The elfin 'man' stood his ground. His gray skin darkened
showing his displeasure at the deal that had been made. But, the
risk was necessary. His message was far too important to be
passed on to anyone else.

     "There has been an accident. The carrier Hinderer did not
arrive at the appointed time. We received a faint beacon on an
ancient code grid. A rescue team has been dispatched, but there
is the chance that someone else has received the message also."
The little 'man' awaited a reply.

     "Why does this concern me? Can't *they* take care of it? I
have bigger fish to fry on this end." The man spoke blowing the
smoke so that it reached little 'man's' face, which, though he
was standing, reached only to the seated man's chest.

     "Of course, you have not heard the news from home. It
appears that no good brother of mine, Yoda, did not die as he
should have when we fled. He trained another Jedi, a very 
dangerous Jedi. But of course, you cannot feel the tremor in 
the force so far away. I must also bear you bad news. Your father 
is dead." The elfin man enjoyed the expression of shock that 
passed over the smoker's face. The slight yellowing of the skin
showed this.

     The smoker, taken aback, forgot the cigarette in his hands.
It dropped, and would have fallen on his leg and burned him, had the
elfin man not stopped it in mid-air with a point of his three
fingered hand.

     "I see you are out of practice" the elfin man spoke softly.
Turning to leave, the elfin man spoke over his shoulder. "Rough
times are ahead, son of Palpatine, you have been warned."


***** this version is a repost. There have been minor editing 
changes. 




(*)This story is (c) 1995 by Jackee C. and is given freely for your
personal reading pleasure. For distribution in whole or in part on
any medium, please contact the author for permission. 


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From: JackeeC <74363.2566@CompuServe.COM>
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: NEW:REPOST XJEDI VOL ONE 1/24
Date: 23 Jan 1996 03:35:17 GMT


Disclaimer: Many of the characters in this story belong to others for
ex: Fox and Ten Thirteen productions and Lucasfilm Ltd. This was done
in fun and no insult or copyright infringement is intended. 

Authors Note: In the prologue, you may have noticed, that a certain 
individual did not feel the tremor in the force from another galaxy. I
have been informed that the force is everywhere and that such and
such should have felt the tremor. 

Well, in my version of reality the following analogy applies: The wind
is everywhere. I'm in the U.S., you're in Japan. If someone passes
gas in the U.S. do you smell it in Japan? Well, Japan is another
galaxy, see, and you don't. Relax, this is for fun. :)

Authors Second Note: (sorry, this is the last one) Since this story
has taken on a life of it's own in my, mostly coherent, thought
processes. There will be a volume one and volume two. [revision:
there will be four volumes]

Although I had way too much fun writing this, feedback would really
make my life, be it good, bad, indifferent or life threatening.
Sooo...flames, gripes, screams, expressions of confusion, utter
disbelief or whatever should be addressed to me:                    
							 74363.2566@compuserve.com    


		XJEDI--Vol. 1   
	   by Jackee C. (was GALAXY X)



			  LEAVE TAKING
		  ------------

Chapter one
 
 <GFFA> 

	The halls on the Imperial palace at Coruscant were deserted,
with the exception of a few human guards and security bots. It was
nightside at New Republic headquarters. The presiding members of the
council were all retired to their prospective living quarters. 

	In the depths of the palace, in a hidden corner of the War
room, a long forgotten panel came to life. The audio having been
disconnected from the unknown system in a time of need, no sound was
emitted. 

	A security bot patrolled the rooms, unaware of the silent
beacon. 

	Luke Skywalker slept peacefully in his bed. No visions
disturbed his slumber. He'd seen Mara Jade off on her new assignment.
She'd really seemed more at peace with herself since she'd killed
that clone, Luuke. 

	With the war with Thrawn over, there was now a general quiet over
the galaxy. Perhaps a quiet before the storm. But for tonight Luke
slept in peace. 
	

********

	    <MW--Earth, North Carolina>
Wednesday.

	A young woman hurried through a dimmed office corridor of the
Acme Industrials Hanger.  As she rounded a corner she slammed into a 
tall form. All the air squished out of her lungs for a second. The man
grabbed a hold of her arms to steady her. 

	"Rae, are you all right?" he asked when he saw her expression.
She looked half scared out of her wits. He watched as she mentally
shook it off. 

	"I'm fine, it's just those men in the darks suits really
spooked me. Dan wanted me to get something out of the storage rooms
tonight for the environmental chamber test for first shift. I was
just headed that way." 

	The man nodded. "Okay Rae, but second shift's about to leave
so I'm outta here, unless you want me to wait around until you come
back up from storage." 

	Rae smiled at him, it was nice of him to offer. But since she
was the only woman in the department assigned to the male dominated
field, she declined--despite the spooky feelings the office was
giving her tonight. 

	"Thanks, Mike, I'll be okay," she said. Then as an after
thought, "just leave the muzak on would you." 

	"Finally getting away from the horrible stuff you kids listen 
to?" Mike grinned. 

	Rae just smiled at him. He insisted she was a kid at 27, she
let him. He was *a lot* older than she was, anyway. As she hurried on
to the door that led to storage, her smile broadened as the muzak
crept up in volume a bit.  

	Searching through the purse she'd thrown over her shoulder,
she found her electronic 'key'. The credit card slipped into the slot
for verification and authorization. A green light illuminated and a
click indicated that the door was no longer locked. Her 'key'
reappeared. 

	She glanced at her watch momentarily. Seven past eleven. 
Everyone would be gone by now. She quickened her pace. She 
hated being here alone. 

	Wandering through the piles of boxes and crates, she sought 
out a discontinued product that, her boss, Dan thought he'd 
found an application for. Unfortunately the chamber test had to be 
done first. 

	A particularly ancient and dusty pile loomed before her. 
She was sure she'd seen it here before. Sitting her purse down 
near the container, she found that some of the boxes had been 
opened and that the one she wanted was three deep in the pile. 

	Standing on tip toe she pulled the top crate down. A plastic 
bag sitting on top spilled over.  Hundreds of small metal cylinders
spilled onto her head. Crying out in frustration, she dragged what 
was left of the bag down and proceeded to pick up the cylinders 
from the floor and replace them in the bag. Hoping she'd gotten 
them all, and not caring what might have rolled under other crates,
she sealed the bag and cursed the supply room for incompetence. 

	Sneezing, she turned back to her original task. At last
finding what she needed, she placed the other boxes back on top in no
particular order. There was no way that there was a system to this
mess. With another sneeze, she made her escape from the dim eerieness
of the storage area. 

	Finally able to leave the building, she headed out the back 
door of the complex. Her lonely green Shadow sat beneath the 
trees bordering the woods, at the far side of the parking lot. 
She had to stop parking so far away--that, or beg for a space in 
front of the building. She decided she would park closer.  

	As she drove the winding road from the complex to the main 
road, she was surprised to see a dark van sitting in front of 
the complex through her rear view. She braked, and turned 
in her seat to be sure of what she saw. When she did, she 
noticed Mike's car was still there as well. Relieved, she drove 
on.  

*   *   *   *   *   *

Washington D.C. <MW--earth>


Thursday.

	Special Agent Fox Mulder yawned as he shuffled towards 
the kitchen for breakfast. As he passed the front door, headed 
for the kitchen he noticed an envelope had been slipped 
beneath his door. Pausing, he stooped over to get it and 
then continued on to get his Captain Crunch. 

	Over his cereal he opened the envelope. It contained an 
article from the Charlotte Observer. It concerned a
historical sight on the outskirts of Charlotte, that 
had burned to the ground during the night.  The 
warehouse of Acme Industrial had held several historical
articles having to do with flight. The next sentence caused 
him to freeze, with his spoon halfway to his mouth. 
The Acme Industries warehouse had been a storage 
and testing facility for military surveillance equipment. 

	There was no official cause for the fire listed. The 
owner of the building a Steve Maycex had given a 
statement concerning the fact that the roof had been 
engulfed in flame first. The roof had then collapsed unto
the other levels and thus destroyed everything.

	If arson had been involved and this was indeed a
government contract house, then an investigation 
would ensue. Agent Mulder wondered, though. The article  
had made no mention of arson. He decided to do some digging. 


	*   *   *   *   *   *

	A man spoke into a telephone. "Were you able to 
recover the items?" he asked.  While listening with 
apparent disinterest, he drew on a cigarette. 

	"Complications?" he asked, after blowing out a 
cloud of smoke. 

	"Continue on to phase II." 

*   *   *   *   *   *

	Rae woke later than usual, at 12:30 p.m.  She'd been on-line 
a bit late the night before. It tended to relax her. She'd needed it
after the night she'd had last night. First those men in the 
dark suits and glasses, at night mind you! and then the ticket. 
She'd forgotten to turn on her lights when she left work and so
a policeman had pulled her over, and unfortunately, that was 
when he noticed that her inspection sticker was past due. 

	Showering and grabbing some 'breakfast' she got ready for 
work. She really didn't need to be there till three, but she wanted 
to stop by the bank to deposit first. 

	For the drive out she popped in Copland.  She'd show Mike 
yet that she could listen to Pearl Jam and Classical and still 
remain sane. 

	When she approached the long drive leading back to Acme 
something appeared strange. And there was an odd smell to the 
air. She didn't realize what it was until she saw the rubble that 
used to be Acme. A red fire marshal's car was parked near the 
ruins.  

	She felt tears welling in her eyes. So much in that building 
had represented hard work and determination for her.  Steeling 
herself she went over to talk to one of the men sifting through 
the mess. 

	"Sir," she started, "what happened?" 

	The burly officer looked up at her.  "This building was 
destroyed in a fire in the early hours of this morning." he said. 
 Seeing the corner of the badge sticking out of her pocket, he 
continued, "Did you work here?" 

	Rae nodded. "Have you figured out how it happened?"
she asked. Recognizing some of the incineration patterns 
from some of the tests she'd done in the chamber. The fire 
seemed to have burned from the basement up. She 
remembered her trip to storage the night before and a 
sliver of apprehension snaked through her. 

	The man paused for a moment, she reminded him of his 
daughter.  He had a job to do. He gave her an answer. "The 
fire seems to have started from the roof and after the roof 
itself collapsed the fire spread to the rest of the building." 

	Rae looked at him stunned for a second. "But...the 
patterns...," her voice trailed off as she pointed to a piece 
of wall still standing. His expression had changed. He'd 
flushed with...embarrassment, anger, panic?  

	The man looked at her in amazement. He had orders 
to follow and a job to do.  "Miss I have work to do, you 
really shouldn't be here." Turning, he dismissed her. 

	Rae stood for a moment, apprehension growing. She'd 
call Mike, that's what she'd do. There was no way that
burned as the Marshall had suggested. Mike would know. 

	As she searched through her purse for the business 
card Mike had given her months before, she found that 
a couple of the cylinders from the night before must 
have fallen into her purse. Absently she put them in her 
ash tray as she dialed Mike's home number. 

	A woman's anxious voice picked up the phone. No 
doubt his wife. 

	"Hello, is Mike there, " Rae asked. 

	The woman seemed to deflate, "No, he isn't here, 
he didn't come home last night and I'm worried sick, can
you help me find him, the police say I have to wait 24 hours," she 
confided. 

	Rae's heart froze. "I'm terribly sorry," she choked out.
"I must have a wrong number I'm looking for a Mike...
Jones," she managed.  Then quickly broke the 
connection.  

	Rae started her car and drove automatically. Not 
paying much attention to her destination, until she 
realized she had driven home. As she pulled past her 
apartment complex she saw a black van like the one
from yesterday parked in her court. She kept on going. 

	She didn't know what else to do. She felt that some
terrible thing had happened to Mike. And that fire 
Marshall...  The light turned red up ahead. She frantically searched her
wallet for the number her father had given her three years earlier,
just before he'd died. It wasn't there.   

	The light turned green. 

	Steering the car one-handedly, she dumped the contents of her
purse, looking for the smaller wallet, where she kept her
identification. A small metallic object rolled under the seat, along
with an ink pen and a chapstick. Having retrieved the card, she
quickly dialed the number.


	*   *   *   *   *   *

Washington D.C.


	Asst. Director Skinner sat in his office reviewing field
reports. His secretary was offering more papers for him to sign. He
was rather surprised when his private line rang. 


	end part 1  

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From: JackeeC <74363.2566@CompuServe.COM>
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: NEW:REPOST XJEDI VOL ONE 2/24
Date: 23 Jan 1996 03:37:16 GMT


Disclaimer from previous chapter still in force. 


XJEDI-- part 2
Thursday. 

     When Special Agent Dana Scully stepped into the X-files office,
it was to find that her partner was already there. No surprise. He
was busy typing at his computer, several files lay open on his desk.
 

     "Hey Scully," he greeted her, barely glancing up.

     She saw the gleam in his eyes, he was on to something. Great, it
was Thursday. She hoped it wasn't going to ruin her weekend plans.
Melissa had suggested she go out with this guy. She'd said he was
perfect for Dana. Reason enough, from Dana's point of view to avoid
him like the plague. Melissa only seemed to know 'out there' guys. 

     The night before, however, she'd become suspicious at the market,
when a gentleman had kept watching her. He'd been dressed nicely, in 
business attire. He had been tall, muscularly built and darkly 
handsome.  When Dana had pulled her cart up to the checkout 
counter, he'd pulled up behind her.  He awkwardly carried
an arm load of items.

     "Excuse me," he'd said from behind her, while she waited her
turn. 

     "Yes?" she'd answered emotionlessly. Not letting on that she was 
worried about, what seemed to be, the undue attention he'd been 
giving her.  

     "Are you Dana Scully by any chance?" he'd asked smiling. 

     Taken aback, Dana hadn't replied for a few seconds. 

"Uhm...yes I am," she'd finally gotten out, betraying her confusion.
and curiosity. "Do I know you?" 

     He'd laughed then, "No, I don't think so. Allow me to introduce
myself," he'd started as he dumped his items on the counter. Offering
his hand, he continued, "I'm Benjamin Adams, you can call me Ben,
though. I'm a friend of Melissa's. She's told me a lot about you." 

     Dana blinked, and then her eyes widened. Surprised pleasure had
flowed through her. The name *had* clicked in her brain. He was the
guy Lissa had told her about.  He was quite a 'specimen'.  

     After her items had been checked he'd passed her a slip of paper,
with a sly grin. "Dinner, Friday night?" he'd asked. 

     She'd looked up into his eyes and been unable to resist the charm
that poured from the man. Where had Lissa found this one? and why was
she trying to give him away? "All right," she'd said, stuffing the
slip of paper in her pocket.  

     "I'll call you," he said.

     "But, you don't have my phone number," she'd replied.

     "I will," he'd challenged. 

     Dana had raised an amused eyebrow and walked out of the grocery
store, promising that she'd revise her opinion on Lissa's taste in
men. Then, recalling Lissa's current steady, she'd amended that to
Lissa's taste in men for her.

     Coming back to the present, she decided to find out just what
Mulder was about to get them in to.  

     "What's up?" she asked her partner, picking up one of the folders
on his desk. 

     Pulling his eyes away from the screen, he looked to see what file
she had. Taking it away from her, he placed the newspaper article,
that had ended up on his doorstep this morning, in her hand. 

     Reading over the article, Scully's 'you don't really believe this
means anything, Mulder' expression fell over her face. Out loud, she
said, "Let me guess, we're going to Charlotte? Maybe catch the
Hornets?" 

     Mulder grinned at her, "No, not yet, got a date first." 
     
     Scully's face dropped, "how'd you know?" she said and then 
realized her mistake. He hadn't known. 

     Mulder looked at her in askance. She returned the look, mentally
kicking herself. Was she that bad off? Sure, she hadn't dated since
who knew when, and why shouldn't she? And why should she explain that
to Mulder? 

     When she didn't reply, Mulder continued, "*Our* date is this
morning in...thirty five minutes." Grabbing his coat, he headed for
the door. Rolling her eyes toward the ceiling, Scully followed. 

*   *   *   *   *   *

Office of the Lone Gunmen


     The three misfits stood before a projector when Mulder walked in.
Mulder handed the article he had received to Frohike. Frohike glanced
at it then nodded gravely, passing it on to Byer's who looked at it
intently for a few seconds and nodded with some gravity at the 
third gunmen, Langley, before handing it to him.  Who then gave it a
cursory once over before passing it back to Mulder with a meaningful
look. 

     Through out their exchange, Scully had looked at them and Mulder
as if they were all lunatics. What was this ceremonial passing of the
article?  She suspected they were doing it for her benefit, after all
Frohike had started it. Shrugging it off, she focused on what was
being said. 

     "...warehouse owned by a Steve Maycex. He inherited it from his
father Colonel Wayne Maycex. We put out our feelers," Frohike said,
wiggling his fingers in the air, "and we have received some data
since our previous e-mail communication." 

     On cue, the lights dimmed and the projector came on. "This is
Judith Reenes, she was reported missing under strange circumstances,
three days ago.  After dropping her spouse off at work, she failed to
return home. Her car was found, keys and purse inside, but no Mrs.
Reenes. Yesterday morning she was found a hundred miles away,
disoriented, by Greensboro authorities. She has no memory of what
happened over the past 3 days. Mrs. Reenes' husband worked for Acme
Industrials Warehouse." 

     Mulder mulled over this new information. "Are all of your
'feelers'," he imitated the motion Frohike had made, "in?" 

     "We are expecting others soon. Meanwhile, I'd like to make small
talk, with your lovely partner." Frohike grinned in Scully's
direction. 

     Scully gave him her coolest expression. Then gave Mulder one as
well. He could have warned her. She would have stayed at the office.


*   *   *   *   *   *



<GFFA>  Coruscant, Imperial Palace

     "R2D2, whatever are you blabbering on about?" C3PO said 
disdainfully to his counterpart. "Palace security is most efficient
and are surely taking care of any alarms." 

     The little droid responded with a series of beeps and whistles 
that didn't speak very highly of security or Threepio's intelligence. 
The little droid rolled off away from his friend. 


     "R2D2!" Threepio exclaimed, as he watched his friend roll away. 
With a sigh of resignation, he shuffled off after him. 

     Artoo rolled into the docking area, closely followed by Threepio,
where Luke Skywalker was helping his brother-in-law, Han Solo, with
the Millennium Falcon. Han had decided to retrofit some new system or
other to the already interesting collection. 

     As he looked up from the ships topside and saw the R2 unit 
followed by the golden droid, his mouth turned down into a frown. 
What could that bucket of bolts want now? And the day had been 
going so well. But, to his surprise, the droids went right past his 
position and around the side to where Luke was working. He sighed, 
telling himself it was a good thing they hadn't been looking for him. 

     "R2D2, you should not be disturbing Master Luke with such 
nonsense!" Threepio was saying as the droids approached Luke. 

     "What's going on, you two?" Luke said, looking down from his 
position beneath a rear repulser generator panel. He listened intently
to Artoo's beeps and whistles. He'd come to understand quite a lot 
of what the little droid said. He caught something about a beacon. 
His Jedi sense stirred ever so slightly. Lowering the repulser
platform to floor level, he had to know more, "What's he saying,
Threepio?" 

     "Master Luke, he's simply blabbering nonsense..." Threepio
started. Honestly he didn't know what got into R2 some of the time. 

     "Threepio..." Luke said, warningly. This was important. He could 
feel it. 

     In a resigned voice, Threepio answered the question. Perhaps 
Master Luke was just humoring his little friend. "He says that
there is a beacon going off somewhere in the palace. He insists 
that security doesn't know about it." 

     Luke considered for a moment. A beacon somewhere in the 
palace. Could there be some sort of spy activity going on again. 
That trouble with Thrawn had only just ended, perhaps someone 
else was trying their hand. 

     "Artoo, do you think you can find it?" Luke asked. He smiled
at the little droids replied whistle of confidence. 

     "Well, what are we waiting for?" Luke asked dropping the oily
rag he'd been holding into the tool chest. Walking around the ship, 
he yelled up to Han that he'd be back soon. Han waved him on, 
grumbling something under his breathe, that Luke pretended not to
notice. 

*   *   *   *   *   *

     Somewhere in space. 


     A small group of people huddled in the small chamber.
It was nice to be near someone, even if they had no idea where
they were. 

     The young woman, that had gathered everyone together, was 
awake.  All concept of time was missing. She didn't know how long
it had been, since they'd escaped. She only knew she was hungry 
and scared. 

     She looked over the small group. They were all young, children 
really. She didn't know hold old she was. She didn't feel young.  
She knew that many of them cried a lot, she heard them often 
enough. Sometimes, 'they' would let her go to them. She never 
cried anymore.  She had to be strong for them, to take care of them. 

     They were sleeping now. She would try again to get to the 
other side of  that wall. Where 'they' were. She *had* to find
out why they hadn't come out when the barriers broke. Maybe
they were dead. Maybe they were afraid. Maybe this was 
another test and if she went beyond the wall, they'd kill her. 
She had to know. She had to get there. 
That was where the food was. 





<MW> Earth, Washington D.C. --X-files office. 



     "No way, Mulder. We have no authority to go in there. If 
an investigation is called for, I guarantee, it won't be an X-file." 
Scully was saying, as she reached into her pocket for the office 
key.  A folder piece of white paper fell from her pocket and 
fluttered to the floor. 

     Mulder moved to pick it up as she unlocked the door. He 
was prepared to give counter-argument to her previous
statement, when something in her expression gave her away. 
She'd just realized what the slip of paper was. 

     A slow grin spread over Mulder's face. "Could it be...?" he 
teased. Preparing to open the paper. Then, stopping, "Nah, 
I'm sure this must be for your eyes only." He handed it to her. 

     When Scully reached for the paper, Mulder quickly pulled 
it back. "But then, we *are* partners. What's yours is mine..." 
He prepared to open it again. 

     What Benjamin had written on that paper was for her eyes only,
but it wasn't so bad that Mulder couldn't see it. Besides, he knew so
much about her already. What did it matter if he knew a little more.
It made sense. It was logical. So what if he knew what Ben thought of
her blue eyes? He *was* her partner. She had it all worked out in her
head. Which, did little to explain why she suddenly made a dive at
Mulder, in an attempt to retrieve Ben's phone number. 

     Mulder ducked back, keeping the number high over his head, but
loosing his balance a bit. He caught himself by sitting heavily on
the edge of his desk. 

     Scully pressed her advantage and made another grab for the piece
of paper. Unfortunately, his body was much longer than hers. Her feet
got tangled in his long legs, and she fell across his chest.
 
     Mulder caught her with his free arm, dragging her to him to keep
her from rolling to the floor. His other was still outstretched over
his head. 

     That was when they heard Skinner clear his throat. 

     They both froze, looking dumbfounded into the furious expression
of their boss. 

     Scully scrambled from Mulder's chest and retreated in the general
direction of her own desk. Her countenance fell even further, when
Skinner took the slip of paper from Mulder's hand and read it.  The
phone number was written in Ben's hand. Followed immediately by his
quite eloquent assessment of her eyes. Why oh why had she left that
note in her pocket?

     Skinner looked up at her. His expression was completely
unreadable.  
     
     Scully couldn't hold his gaze, she looked quickly away. 

     Skinner slipped the paper into his pocket. "Both of you, come 
with me. Now." He spoke the words softly, before turning on his heel.
The two Agents followed silently behind him. Softly spoken words from
Skinner, when he was wearing *that* expression meant BIG trouble.  

     A look of apprehension passed between the two of them, when he
didn't even look at them, during the elevator trip to the...first
floor?

     Walter Skinner walked briskly ahead of his two agents. These were
his best and his favorite. And most troublesome. But, he trusted
them. That little scene in the office, he knew, was nothing. He would
have a good laugh about it later, when no one was watching of course.
In fact, he was having trouble keeping his face straight, even now.
Scully's expression when he'd read that note had been absolutely
priceless. 

     The elevator slid open them. For now, there were other 
considerations.

     They'd reached the first floor. Skinner directed them toward 
doors leading to the outside. He wished he could read their
minds at this moment. 

     When he stopped and turned to look at them, both had 
expressions quietly bordering on panic. 
     
     "Sir?" Mulder said after swallowing noticeably. 

     Skinner savored the moment for only a second longer, before
plunging in. "I have some important business that needs attending.
This assignment is completely confidential. No one else is to know
about it. When it's complete contact me at this number." He pulled a
card from his shirt pocket and handed it to Scully, along with her
slip of paper. He kept his expression carefully blank. 

     She quickly shoved both into her pocket.

      Skinner continued, "Tickets are waiting for you at Washington
National, you'll be traveling to Charlotte, North Carolina. You'll be
meeting a Theraesa Manning. You are not to page her. She will page
you as Mr. and Mrs. John Smith. Once you've made contact, find a safe
place, and tomorrow, I'll expect you to drive her back here." 

     When Skinner had finished speaking, he waited for the inevitable 
argument from Agent Mulder that this wasn't related to the X-files.
That this assignment should logically have gone to another
department. Questions concerning the need for secrecy. There was none
forth-coming. 

     "That's it, get going," he said. "Your plane leaves at 2:20. " 

*   *    *   *   *   *

     "What Mulder, no arguments, no questions." Scully said. Mulder
hadn't lodged one protest against an obviously un Special Agent
assignment. 

     "Are you kidding?" Mulder said. "We are now headed for Panther
Country, who am I to argue with fate, Scully? I'm probably on a roll.
I don't want to ruin it."
     

Charlotte-Douglas International Airport


     "Mr. and Mrs. John Smith, please report to the courtesy desk. Mr.
and Mrs. John Smith, your party is waiting for you at the courtesy
desk," a voice rang out over the intercom system. 

     "Come on, Pocahontas," Mulder said as they headed toward the
courtesy desk, in search of one Theraesa Manning. 

     A brown skinned young woman, dressed stylishly in pink,
approached uncertainly. "Mr. and Mrs. John Smith?" she asked. 

     "Last I checked," Mulder responded dryly. The young woman sighed
in relief, "I'm Rae Manning. I'm so glad you're here. I just didn't
know what else to do, except to call the number." 

     "The number?" Scully questioned. Whose number had she called?

     "Yeah, it's the number my dad gave me a couple years back. Before
he died. He said I should call it if I ever got into really bad
trouble."


     "And whose number was it?" Mulder asked, a thought occurring to
him. 

     "It belonged to a man, Mr. Skinner, I think he said," she shook
her head. "Do you guys work for a security company or something?"

      "Yeah," Mulder said, unspecificly, though his interest had
suddenly heightened. How had she ended up with Skinner's number? He
turned to Scully giving her a look full of meaning. "We should get
out of here," he said. 

     "I'll get a rental car," Scully replied.  

     "We can use my car." Rae said. "It's just parked across the deck 
there." 

     "We should get a rental car. We don't know what we're dealing
with, and this isn't a good place to talk." Mulder explained to her
as Scully went on toward the car rental desk. " I'm Fox Mulder and my
partner is Dana Scully. Will you be needing anything out of your car?
It could be a few days before we come back here." Mulder purposely
didn't tell her they were FBI. If Skinner hadn't told her, he
wouldn't unless it became necessary.

     "Uh...yes," Rae said. "My purse, I didn't bring it with me, I
just brought my I.D." 

     "Okay," Mulder said. "We'll go get it then, as soon as my
partner comes back."


     *   *   *   *   *   *

Parking deck

     "There it is," Rae said, when she saw her green Shadow sitting 
where she'd parked it after talking to Mr. Skinner. 

     Mulder parked the car across from it. Then, they all got out and 
headed toward Rae's car. Rae retrieved her purse from the trunk, while
Mulder looked around the deck for any sign that someone was watching.
A charm that hung on a chain around her neck, caught on her trunk. 

     She sighed in frustration, "My nerves are a wreck. You wouldn't 
believe the past two days I've had!" The catch on the front of the 
charm had broken. 

     The charm opened to reveal a picture. It showed a dark skinned 
man, with intense eyes. Even though he was clean shaven, having 
only a mustache. It was unmistakable who this man was. 

     Scully's sharply indrawn breathe drew Mulder's attention. 
Mulder paled when he saw who was pictured there. His mysterious
informant's face, Mr. X, was pictured there. "Who is this man?" he 
asked more forcefully than he should have. 

     Rae looked at him strangely, taking a step back. "It's my dad, he
died almost three years ago. Did you know him?"

     Scully could see that Mulder was battling over this. Before he 
could say anything more, she spoke up, "No we don't. For a moment
there, he looked familiar, but now I see, he can't be who I thought he
was." Mulder nodded, before looking away. 

     Rae seemed to accept that. Removing the chain, she placed the 
broken locket into her purse. "Oh wait," she said. "There's one more 
thing. I accidentally brought them home from Acme." She headed around 
to the passenger side door. 

     "Acme?" Mulder said.

     "Yes, Acme Industries, it burned down." By now she had the door
unlocked and opened. She leaned inside to retrieve the objects from 
her ashtray.

     Mulder looked in amazement at Scully. Could all of this possibly
be just falling into his lap?

     "Here they are," Rae said, handing the two metal cylinders to the
Agents. 

     Both Scully and Mulder thought the earth must have come to a 
screeching halt when they saw the two metal cylinders. They were 
identical to the ones Scully had pulled from the sinus cavity of a 
corpse, so long ago.  

end part 2
     

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From: JackeeC <74363.2566@CompuServe.COM>
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: NEW:REPOST XJEDI VOL ONE 3/24
Date: 23 Jan 1996 03:38:23 GMT


DISCLAIMER: I still mean what I said in part one. Honestly. Who would
believe these guys belong to me anyway? 'Cept Rae of course, but who's
she...really?

XJEDI (GALAXY X) 
part 3


     "Theraesa, I think you should start from the beginning," Mulder
was saying. He'd decided that it would be best to get out of the city
before finding a place to stay for the night. He continually glanced
in the rear-view for evidence of a tail. 

     "Rae." Rae said correcting his use of her name, it was a mouth
full. "Do you guys know what those things are, you both seem pretty
spooked." She looked from one to the other. Neither agent was able to
answer her.
  
     Scully felt shaky about having the tubes with them. If they were
after Rae, she might be killed if they thought she knew something.
"Mulder, I think we need to get rid of the cylinders." 

     Mulder caught her gaze in the mirror. He had evidence. Hard
evidence that the government was in on, at least, some sort of
conspiracy that involved abduction and mutation of it's citizens. He
didn't want it out of his sight. He was prepared to argue.
 
     "Just in case," Scully added softly, seeing him gearing up. "We
could package it up and mail it someplace."
 
     "Where could we mail it? They regularly go through my stuff. We
have to assume that your apartment is bugged or worse also." Mulder
decided to at least consider it, it did make a certain amount of
sense. 

     "I don't know," Scully shrugged. She didn't want to involve her
family in this, she didn't just happen to have a p.o. box just
sitting around either. 

     "What about Mr. Skinner," Rae offered softly from the front seat.
"He seems like a really nice man." 

     Scully caught Mulder's eyes in surprise, a small smile spread
across both their faces. Perfect.
 
     "I take it this is settled?" Rae said. At Mulder's nod, "there's
a post office a few blocks to the right at the next light." 

*   *   *   *   *   *

<GFFA>   Coruscant, Imperial Palace, War Room


     "What do we have here?" Luke said, as he stepped around Artoo. 
     The corner was dim, but a pale flicker of light blinked steadily,
on and off. Luke reached out a finger and touched the area, to his
surprise, the panel extended outwards. Inside, a small terminal
appeared. A coded message scrolled rapidly across the screen.
 
     "Threepio, what do you make of that?" Luke asked, looking up over
his shoulder at the golden protocol droid. 
     "Master Luke, I am fluent in over six million forms of
communication, but, I must say, this is most foreign to me." 
     Artoo made a sharp whistling. Rocking side to side, he twirled
his 'head' in Threepio's direction beeping and warbling excitedly. 

     "Yes, Artoo, yes, I see," Threepio seemed caught up in Artoo's
excitement as well. 

     "What is it?" Luke asked placing a hand on Artoo, but looking at 
Threepio. He wanted to hear it in plain Basic.
 
     "Master Luke, there appear to be coordinates within the message.
Artoo think it's a distress call of some kind," Threepio started.
"The coordinates point to a particularly distant sector of the outer
rim." 

     "Is there a time stamp on the message?" Luke asked. He hoped it
wasn't too late. If the message had travel so far, it could have been
days or weeks since the message was sent out.
 
     "I'm afraid, we can not determine that, Master Luke. But Artoo
does not believe this message reached Coruscant by ordinary measures.
It seems that there is no receiver actually connected to this panel
at all." Threepio seemed to consider what he'd said for a moment
before turning to his counterpart.

     "Artoo, what sort of nonsense is this? How can we receive a
message, with no receiver?" Threepio continued his berating of his
little friend. 

     Luke considered what he'd just heard. Was there a way to send a
message without a receiver? An organic transmitter...? Luke went back
to the box for a closer inspection. Whatever powered that thing, he
should be able to feel it with the force...

     Closing his eyes, Luke drew on the force. He felt the presence of
the two droids who were in the room with him and all the minute signs
of life nearby. He focused in on the little panel, it's flashing
lights, it's display, and beyond that to the inner workings. 

     Suddenly, he felt himself drug. His consciousness was yanked into
the vast expanse of space itself. The beacon vibrated through the
very fabric of the universe. A broad panorama of color and space-song
danced before his sense, for the briefest moment and then, in the
next instant, he saw it. 

     A ship, a mere wisp against the star light. He was sure it would
have been barely visible to the unaided eye. But, not to the force.
He felt something on the ship. Something dark, malevolent,
but...sleeping? Then, he felt something more. Children. Fear. Hunger.
Confusion. Voices...whispering, "Luke, wake up now, Luke, please
Luke..." 

     "Leia...?" Luke looked up into the worried gaze of his sister. He
heard running footsteps and then saw Chewbacca round the corner
followed by Han. He was lying flat on the floor of the War room. What
had happened?

     "What happened?" he asked, sitting up. He was fine, if only
slightly light headed. Leia held onto his arm. 

     "We were getting ready to have lunch, when I felt
you...fall...away from me. I thought you were dying, Luke." Leia said
on a whisper. "It was so fast, what happened?" 

     Luke looked towards the panel. "I don't know." 



     <MW> Earth,  North Carolina


     "Rae, we need you to tell us everything you can about what
happened in the past couple of days. Sort of give us an idea of what 
we may be up against." The trio had found a motel on the outskirts of 
Concord, North Carolina.  They'd gotten two adjoining rooms. Scully
and Rae shared a double. They had all gathered in Scully and Rae's
room after checking in. 

      "I just hope it isn't those guys in the dark van," Rae spoke
from a corner chair. She was exhausted, though for her, the day had
just begun. 
  
     "There were guys in a dark van?" Scully asked. She wondered if
Rae knew just how much trouble she might be in. She doubted it. She
remembered her and Mulder's experience with a dark van. It had lead
to the sudden demise of Mulder's informant, the one he'd referred to
as Deep Throat.

     "Yeah, I saw it twice." 

     "Did you get a look at who was inside?" Mulder asked. If she
could I.D. them, her danger tripled.

     "Nah, it was always from a distance. But, if you want my opinion,
I think it was those guys with the dark suits and shades, who showed
up at Acme last night. I mean, dark suits, dark glasses, dark van,
right?" 

     Scully blinked at the odd logic, and wondered why it made sense.
'Okay assume we're in BIG trouble' Scully thought to herself.
 
     "Dark suits and dark glasses...?" Mulder prompted her for more
info. His mind returned an image from his own past, of men dressed in
dark suits and glasses, in the middle of the night, chasing him away
from a warehouse containing humans infused with alien DNA. 

     "It was strange, because the offices are closed at night. I
generally work in the lab, but I had to go up front to make copies,
one second I was alone and then the next they were...just there.
Three of them. Scared me so bad, I spilled all my papers.
 
     "One of them helped me pick them up. I could almost swear he
looked at every paper. And when he was done he gave me this
smile...really slow, you know, and it just gave me the creeps and
then they just walked off. Never said a single word. I think I must
have been on edge the rest of the night. That's probably how I ended
up spilling that bag with those metal tubes in it."

     "Did you say there was a *bag* of those cylinders?" Mulder asked,
his eyes rising to meet Scully's. Was she getting all this?

     "There were...hundreds, they spilled and fell on my head," she
nodded, "  I'm pretty sure that that's how they got in my purse." 

     Scully had wrapped her arms about herself. She remembered what 
had happened to her shortly after she'd run a metal object, much like
those cylinders over an ordinary grocery scanner. If there were 
'hundreds'...

     "Had you ever seen them before last night?" Mulder asked. "Are
they similar to anything else Acme designed?" 

      "Not any design I'm familiar with. At first I thought they were
maybe some sort of machined part, but, there are no threads, so that
leaves me with no ideas, without studying it some more. " 

     "Listen," Rae added changing the subject slightly. "There's 
something else. Mike. He's missing. Or he was before I called Mr. 
Skinner. That's mostly why I called, see. I think something really bad
happened to him." 

     Scully's eyes widened. "Let's take it from the top," she said.
"So we can have the correct order of events." 

     Rae took a deep breath and started from the beginning. 


*   *   *   *   *   *


<GFFA> Coruscant 

     "Hey Luke," Han Solo spoke from the bottom of the Falcon's ramp. 
"ten minutes." 

     The group of friends were headed out to the coordinates stated in
the message to see what was going on.  Leia had after much discussion
been unable to convince Han that she should be along. Her job was to
make ready for whatever they might find out there. 

     Besides some one would have to explain this all to the council
anyway. Han couldn't think of a better candidate. He himself, didn't
have a clue, he was just the pilot. Let Luke, and that force of his,
figure that part.

     So Luke, Han, Chewie, and the two droids, done packing the ship
with extra food supplies and medical equipment headed out for the 
rim. 

     "Course set Chewie?" Han asked from the pilots seat, after they
had reached sufficient altitude.

     Chewie growled an affirmative reply. 

     Luke sat just behind  Han, "How long before we reach the set 
coordinates?" 

     "Looks like about fourteen hours, kid." Han said. "Nothing to 
do now but wait till we get there." 

     Luke disagreed. "I think, I'll do some meditating," he said as he
got up and left. 

     Han watched him go. Chewie growled a question towards him. 
"I don't know, pal. Guess we'll just find out when he tells us." 

*   *   *   *   *   *

     Luke sat in one of the more private areas of the Millennium
Falcon, a rather large storage closet off a sleeping area.
 
     Closing his eyes, he reached out through the force. He focused 
on the panel. He remembered it in even minute detail. It, in fact, was
now stowed in an auxiliary panel of the Falcon's aft terminals.

     He focused cautiously on the workings. The materials used were 
common enough. The plasteel  enclosure encased the display, which
had standard display workings. The flashing light; however, was
another story. On closer inspection he saw that it was a cylindrical
object that appeared to glow on one end. It sat within the plasteel
enclosure, but there was no electrical connection.

     He focused on other areas of the enclosure. It was a hollow
space. There was nothing else there. Nothing. The area was a vacuum.
That in itself was not so unusual, many pieces of equipment were in
vacuum to protect inner workings from corrosive influence.  But, here
there was nothing really to protect. Display's were the simplest of
devices, no vacuum would be needed for that.
 
     Turning his mind, he refocused on the signal itself.  Very
carefully, he reached out. Again he felt his sense yanked out into
the expanse of space. His mind was drowned in thousands of
sensations. Struggling against the fierce tide, he focused on the
origins of the signals and in the next instant found that the ship
was again there. The same as it was before. Again he felt the
sleeping dark presence's from before, but also the others. Their minds
all seemed to wear the quietness of sleep. Except one.



Somewhere in space <GFFA> 


     The young woman felt that she'd sat here long enough. Just
debating what to do would get them nowhere. The younger ones would
need food. Carefully, she extracted herself from one, especially
young, little girl. Getting up a little stiffly, she wondered if the
temperature had dropped.
  
     Passing back into the dirty corridor, she felt along the rock
formations, that made up the corridor 'walls'.  Though they appeared
rough and cool to look at, there was a definite pulsing warmth to the
surface. Some of the warmth had faded since her previous exploration.
That bothered her. If the walls were cooler, that meant it actually
was getting cooler, as she'd  feared. She wondered how long it might
be before it got really cold.

     Continuing along the dim corridors, she came, again, to the wall.
This one wasn't constructed of the warm rock, like the rest of the
walls. It was a gleaming metal wall, that seemed to have slid into
place. The wall was cool to touch. She strained to push it up. Nothing
happened. She tried again, pushing with all her might. In the midst
of her pushing, she felt something.
 
     Immediately, she let go of the wall. She stood completely still.
An eerie sensation crept up her spine. She felt as if someone was
standing behind her. Heart pounding, she forced herself to turn
around and face whoever would be there.

     A transparent image of a man dressed in black clothing stood
before her. His hair was sandy blonde and his eyes were closed. She
gasped in her shock.

     The eyes opened to reveal their pale blue color. The young woman
froze in terror. Where had he come from? The image of the man reached
a hand in her direction, while taking a step closer.
 
     She backed herself as close to the wall as she could, squeezing
herself into a corner. But, the image, relentlessly, continued
forward. His hand reached for her shoulder. 

     When he touched her, a change came over her. Her chest convulsed 
briefly and then she crumpled to the floor beside the doors. 


*   *   *   *   *   *



     Luke Skywalker sat deep in meditation. In his minds eye, he saw
the interior of the ship. He felt himself glide through the halls of
the vessel. He was looking for the one he'd felt. The one with the
power of the force, so strong, that even though she was unaware of
it, he could feel it. He saw her then, standing against a plasteel
barrier. He opened his eyes, not seeing the many backup parts and
such stored around him on the Falcon, but the young woman who stood
before him. 

     He reached a hand out towards her. She was frightened, he wanted
to reassure her. He tried to send good will and friendship towards
her mind. But, she didn't feel it, it didn't reach her. She backed
away from him until she was pressed against the wall. Perhaps, if he
touched her, she would understand that he meant no harm. He stepped
closer to her.
 
     His hand touched her shoulder. and passed right through. He felt
her heart lurch in her chest. She'd had a brief glimpse of his sense
before a barrier of cold white light, shot up in her mind. He felt a
memory come screaming towards him, as if from a long distance. A
strange word. It hit his sense as if he'd been branded, searing
across his consciousness, before he lost all thought...



      Millennium Falcon


     "Luke! Luke! Come on, kid..." Han yelled at his friend who lay
prone half out of a storage locker. Luke had turned several shades of
blue, before color flooded his face and he sat up with a yell.
 
     A word echoed through his brain, "Fox...!" Then the memory was
gone. He tried to reach out and get it back. But it wouldn't come, a
blinding white wall of light erected itself it it's place. He grabbed
at the massive hammer banging away in his head.
 
     "Kid!" Han grabbed his arm. "You all right?" 

     Luke looked at the anxious faces of Han and Chewie. The droids
stood in the background. Threepio, howling worriedly like a mother
hen and Artoo beeping and twittering anxiously. 

     "I'm fine," he said, "just a galaxy-sized headache." He massaged
at his temples. That was one memory he wouldn't touch again. 

     "What happened back here?" Han demanded seeing that his friend
was now, apparently, all right. 

     "I was just meditating." Luke said, lamely. "You know, trying to
get a sense of what we're headed for." 
 
     "Listen, I don't know much about the force, but what I do know is
that it just ain't normal for you to wake up screaming from 'just
meditating'. You were turning all blue on us. How do you expect me to
go home and explain that to your sister?" 

     "Han," Luke said, sitting up, trying to calm his brother-in-law
down, "I was just taken by surprise that's all. Listen, I think I've
found all I can for now anyway. So no more meditating on the box."

     Han seemed mildly appeased. "Well, all right," he grumbled. Luke
hadn't ever lied to him, that he could remember. But, he was still
tempted to have Chewbacca stand guard over him. He wasn't even
surprised when Chewie suggested just that with a growl.


<MW>  Earth, Charlotte North Carolina, USA

 
     
     "So what are we going to do, now?" Rae asked looking
from one agent to the other. She'd just finished telling them her
story. Scully had taken notes, while Mulder had interjected a
question here and there. 

     Scully glanced at the little clock that sat on the table near the
bedside. Five-thirty two. She heard the television come on. 

      "News," said Rae. "I want to see if they have anything to say
about Acme." 

     "Well, are you guys hungry?" Mulder asked. "I could pick up
dinner."  He knew he was starved. With women, who knew?

     Scully looked at Rae, who was starring transfixed, at the screen.
Her own face was plastered across the screen along with a phone
number for Crimestoppers. She was wanted for arson and questioning
concerning the disappearance of a co-worker. A Mike Ashton.

end part three


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From: JackeeC <74363.2566@CompuServe.COM>
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: NEW:REPOST XJEDI VOL ONE 4/24
Date: 23 Jan 1996 03:39:27 GMT


part 4: disclaimer still in force from Chapter one.

XJEDI part 4



<MW> Earth, Interstate 85, North Carolina

     The white Corsica shot along I-85 just above the speed limit.
"You guys I'm so sorry I got you involved in this mess," Rae
apologized for the third time since they'd left the motel. 

     "This little mess?" Mulder questioned distractedly looking at the
sky, "it's nothing." It was a full moon. 

     The car crested a slight hill, near exit 46, then went back down
a slight decline.
 
     "Mulder take this exit," Scully spoke up suddenly. 

     Mulder cut the wheel sharply across another lane in order to make
the exit. An irritated driver laid into his horn in disgust at
Mulder's technique. At the end of the exit ramp, Mulder halted the
car. "What's going on?" 

     "I think I saw a road block when we crested that last hill,"
Scully supplied, looking around to see if they were followed off of
the exit. "I think we should keep moving." 

     "Yeah," Mulder said, making a right turn onto the darkened road.
"Rae, you wouldn't happen to have any idea where we are would you?" 

     Rae leaned over from the back seat. She took in the dark country
road with a few houses set back off a bit. After a few minutes, she
seemed to get her bearings. "I think I've been back here before. I
don't think anyone really goes this way anymore." 

     "'Cept us chickens. Then, there's probably a good chance that
there isn't a road block back this way. Let's see if we can get
around it." 

      Scully's cellular began to chirp in her pocket. All eyes went
to her overcoat. She took it from across the seat and answered the
phone.
  
     "Sir...uhh yes. Okay. Understood."  She clicked off the phone and
replaced it in her coat. "That was Skinner," she said unnecessarily.
"We are to hold position here until further notice. The big I is not
involved in this case."  

     Mulder raised an eyebrow in false amusement. "Well, the absolute
last place they'd expect us to be is at Acme. I for one would like to
get a look at that building. We might be able to find some sort of
clue to where Mike Ashton is. Rae, you think you're up to it?" 

     "As ready as I'll ever be," she said. 
     
*   *   *   *   *   *     


     "This is where the basement entrance was," Rae was saying as they
trudged across the rubbish, that was once Acme. The door that had led
to the storage area was no longer existent, only a gaping hole was
left. 

     Mulder shone his flashlight down into the hole. The charred and
dirty floor was about ten feet down. The sickly smelled of burned
electronics and plastics still clung to the remains of the building.

     Flashing the beam around the area, Mulder was able to find a
metal cart that still had one of four wheels. The cart was shelved
and stood easily six feet. "If we could get that cart down in the
hole, we could climb down and see what treasures await." 
 
     It was charred and soot covered. In no time Mulder's hands and
face were covered with black smudges. He did; however, manage to get
the cart above the hole. The tough part would be getting it down into
the hole. 

     Scully stood back and held the flashlight, Rae offered
suggestions, Mulder managed to cover himself head to toe in soot by
the time the cart crashed upright to the basement floor. 

     Mulder carefully lowered himself the distance to the top shelf of
the cart. Scully handed him the flashlight. Rae followed him into the
hole. Scully would stand guard. 

     "The tubes were over this way," Rae was saying heading about in
the scattered remains. She knew they were near the rear wall, but
just where was hard to judge in the darkness and destruction. They'd
covered the back wall several times before she saw the remains of a
giant DC generator. "Oh, I remember this. The boxes were a couple of
piles away. Walking over, she found the spot.
 
     Mulder shone the light to the floor where the boxes had been.
Of course, there was nothing there now but rubbish. 

     Rae looked up a Mulder. She didn't want to disappoint him, she'd
hoped they'd be able to find something at least here, since they'd
found nothing near where she'd last seen Mike's car or in the other
parts of the ruin. A memory returned to her, "let me borrow the
flashlight for a sec." 

     Mulder handed her the light. She shone it around the floor.
Stooping near the ground she shone it some more. As her beam swept
across the big generator, a flash of something shiny reached them.
Going over, she peaked underneath the device. There, underneath was
another of the cylinders, hidden behind one of the generators', still
bolted down, legs. 

     "Eureka!" she exclaimed, handing it triumphantly to Mulder. 

     Before Mulder could respond, Scully's whistle reached their ears.
"Mulder!" she whispered urgently. "Get up here, now!" 



<GFFA> Somewhere in space. Millennium Falcon. 


     Han Solo was almost upon the ship before Luke alerted him to it's
presence. The Falcon's sensors hadn't picked up a single thing. When
he focused on the area to which Luke pointed, he could barely make
out the image of a ship, ten times the size of the Falcon.
 
     "Okay, we're here now," Han said, "any ideas how to get inside of
something we can barely see?" 

     "Might I make a suggestion," Threepio spoke up from the entrance
way. 

     "Why not?" Han allowed. 

     "Artoo's circuits are impervious to vacuum as are my own. I am
visually aware of the location of the ship, although only as an
anomaly. I could guide Artoo to the ship and perhaps he could
interface with it's computer." 

     Luke looked towards Han, who shrugged. Chewie growled a
questioned in Han's direction.
 
     "Do you sense any sort of danger from over there?" Han asked
Luke. 

     Luke thought for a second. "No, it's just as it was before. The
danger appears to be sleeping."

     "Well, we're gonna have to be sure you don't wake it up." Han
pointed in  Threepio's direction. "I want your vocals off, until we
say different."  

      "I say, sir, I'll have to keep in touch with you in some
manner. How else will I alert you to any dangers that may be lurking
there?" Threepio answered, chastened. He found this particular human
most irritating, not at all like Master Luke.

     "Vocoder," Han supplied. "Artoo will send us the coded
information over the vocoder and the Falcon can translate it to the
terminal." He hoped. That system did work, last time he'd checked it.
Months ago.

     Chewie growled Han's thoughts aloud. Luke didn't seem to pick up
on what the Wookiee had said, so Han simply answered, "Right. Let's
get started." 

*   *   *   *   *   *

     The droids drifted up to the shadowy form of the mysterious
vessel, the life-link harnessed to them like some sort of metallic
umbilical. From the Falcon's viewer, the hulking form appeared near.
But, against the literal backdrop of space, it took 15 minutes for
the droids to drift across. 

     All eyes within the Falcon were focused on one of the forward
terminals. A constant stream of Threepio's opinions flowed across the
screen. To Han, reading it was almost as irritating as hearing it.
Almost.

     Now, a different message scrolled across the terminal:
 
     HAVE NOW REACHED INTERLOCK. ACCESS TERMINAL LOCATED. ARTOO IS NOW

     ATTEMPTING LINK UP. LINK UP SUCCESSFUL, SIRS!!! HEADING BACK.

     Step one complete, thought Luke. Now for the hard part. "Han,"
Luke started. "when the droids get back, I think I should go over
alone first."
 
     "Oh yeah?" Han said conversationally, "and why's that?" Luke
Skywalker  was always running off and getting himself into trouble.
Must have been the  Skywalker flaw, Leia had a knack for it too. 

     "I sensed a woman over there. She's terrified. But, I think she's
seen me before, when I was meditating. I don't think she realizes
where she is, Han. I'll go over and try to ease her into it. One
person, unarmed, might not frighten her as much. Might make it a
little easier for her to take." 

     "What about that sleeping trouble over there, Luke? What if it
wakes up? You need some back up. Chewie can stay here and man the
ship. *I'm* going with you, like it or not." Han wouldn't be moved.
 
     Luke took in his stubborn glare. Nope he wouldn't be moved. "I'm
going to have to ask you to leave your weapons, then." Luke said
confidently. He hoped. He'd promised Han a long time ago, not to use
the force on him. 

     "What weapons?" Han asked innocently.

     Luke sighed. Well, he couldn't see the weapons, he was sure Han
had on  him. Maybe no one else would either. "All right," he
surrendered. 

     Chewie maneuvered the Falcon's hatch alongside the Hinderer's, as
the droids had informed them it was called, airlock. A pocket of
atmosphere was initiated between the two ships. 

     Luke and Han, drifted across the expanse to the adjoining
airlock. Han keyed in the command Artoo had given them. The airlock
of the Hinderer cycled open. A multitude of smells poured over them.

     "Life support is failing," Han commented. The smell of stagnant
air was unmistakable. The fact that they could see their breath in
front of them, made it even more abundantly clear that they had
better hurry and do whatever it was that they were going to do. 

     "Time is running out, here. Why don't I go on and see if I can
figue out what's wrong with this bucket, while you find the kids?"
Han suggested. 

     Luke agreed. The sensory information he'd picked up hadn't given
him any idea that things had deteriorated this far. 

     Han headed off down the dimly lit rock corridors in the
direction, he hoped, was aft. That was generally the typical location
of the engine room. Fortunately, the ship's design seemed pretty
straight forward. The corridor he was on, led directly to a room,
made differently than the rest of the ship. The walls were durasteel
painted to match the corridor's dark hue. This room seemed to take up
an extremely large portion of the ship. A completely unfamiliar bank
of readouts stood against a wall. Rows of consoles led deeper into the
compartment. No red lights seemed to be flashing on the mysterious
banks, so Han left them alone. 

     The familiar sight of the hyperspace drive and a rather ancient
set of engines sat in the far back of the room. Not bothering to look
around anymore, Han set to work. Here was likely to be the problem.
Red lights flashed all over the place. He didn't even need to know
the language on the readouts to figure that one. 

      Off to another side, stood a doorway. Glancing inside, he paused
at what he saw. It appeared to be some sort of medical bay. It
appeared very sterile and efficient, medical tools hang over the
bed-like platforms. The white walls gleamed even in the dim
gloominess. It gave Han the creeps.

     Taking out a portable analyzer, he scanned one of the rather 
large circular shells built near a back corner. 
 
     A sound behind him, made him spin fast on his heel, blaster at
the ready. Before him stood, a 'man' about a meter and a half tall,
with long willowy arms and an elongated head with huge black eyes and
a small silted mouth. The dim light reflected off the metallic sheen
of it's skin, and off of the tiny cylindrical blaster it held in a
long fingered hand. 

     It clattered away in some strange sounding language. The mouth
movements didn't seem to quite fit the sounds it emitted. 

      Han got off a shot before rolling out of the way of the laser
fire that charred the floor where he'd stood. "No weapons, he says,"
he grumbled under his breath, tweaking up the setting on his
miniblaster. Low stun had been  woefully ineffective; he was sure
he'd hit the thing squarely in the chest and it hadn't even been
fazed. 

     His dive landed him behind a power console. He heard the clink of
it's footsteps as it headed around the table. He also heard the
unmistakable sound of more reinforcements. Where were they coming
from? And why hadn't they showed up when they'd entered the airlock?

     Dashing out from around the console, he headed for one of the big
engine casings that he'd been scanning. Albeit, a circuitous route,
by way of another console and a dividing wall. He fired at maximum
power in the general area of the things back. His mouth gaped when he
saw the sparks fly. A droid?! It had moved in a very much organic
manner, if a bit slow.

     The rest were getting closer. The sound came from the direction
of that medical bay. Han grasped the fallen droid's weapon from where
it had fallen, he had a feeling it was more powerful than his own.  

     When three more droids rounded the corner he was ready.    
Firing both weapons he took down two of them. The third managed to 
get off a shot that whistled past his ear. Ducking behind the another
of the casings, he waited the droid out. It knew nothing of stealth.


Han waited until it's steps were almost around the casing, and fired
both weapons on it from behind. 

     It went down in a shower of sparks. 

     He heard no more steps approaching. He went back to his job of
diagnosing the ships troubles. To Luke, droids like those would be
candy. 

     Luke, meanwhile, had a different kind of trouble. He'd found the
children, against the plasteel barrier he'd seen in his meditation.
They were crying over the unconscious form of the young woman. He
wanted to calm them, but was afraid to touch their minds in any way,
because of what had happened when he'd touched hers. 

     He approached them cautiously. They looked tearfully up at him.
None approached. He smiled reassuringly at them, hoping that would
suffice. He spoke soft crooning words, telling them it would be okay.
No one tried to stop him when he bent over the young woman.
 
     When she didn't respond to his gentle tapping of her cheeks or
the rubbing of her arms he began to worry. Her body was too cool. Too
still. He'd have to use the force. He'd be careful. Perhaps since she
was unconscious the barrier would not throw itself up at him. 

     Delicately, he probed for damage. He could feel the barrier on
the horizon of her subconscious. It was deeply ingrained. He saw the
damage that had been caused. He set to work repairing it, slowly,
carefully. It took all of his concentration to block the waves
emanating from the cold white brilliance of the barrier. 

     He felt when she was about to regain consciousness, the barrier
began to bear down upon him with lightning speed. He pulled his sense
away, but not before the fringes of it caught him. The headache was
back. A small price to pay, considering he felt responsible for her
condition in the first place. 

     When he opened his eyes, it was to look into the confusion of her
hazel ones. He was breathing heavily. The cool breath showed white in
front of him.  He reached a hand to his brow, he was sweating. 

     "Are you all right?" he asked her. She looked surprised that he'd
spoken. But, she said nothing. All of the children, he noticed had
stopped crying. They all appeared to be looking at him with smiles on
their faces. 

     She spoke to one of the children, who smiled and pointed to him
before answering her. She looked back to him with new eyes. She drew
herself up to stand. She was surprised to find someone she stood eye
to eye with. The OTHER'S were much shorter, and all of the children
were. 

     The group as a whole seemed startled as a sound came over Luke's
comlink. "Yeah, Han," Luke spoke into it. He'd forgotten about the
life support. The air was actually starting to smell better already.

     "Engine's all fixed up as good as new, or as new as these ancient
engines are gonna get." Han's voice sounded over the link. "How are
things on your end?" 

     "Just fine, I've found the children. I don't recognize the
language they spoke though. I think we better get Threepio over here
to translate." Luke had caught the tone in Han's voice. There was
more. "I ran into a few *friends* in the engine room," Han continued.
"Droids. Probably to protect something down here. I haven't seen
anything else moving down here. You sure you don't feel anything else
around here?" 

     "Nothing else." Luke said. "Whoever's sleeping is still asleep.
I'll meet you at the airlock with the kids." 

     Luke reached a hand out towards the young woman. She took it. He
smiled reassuringly. He led them down the corridors towards the
airlock, which had been closed until he and Han should request that
Chewie open it. Just in case.

     Han was waiting there for them. "Okay Chewie," he was saying.
"Open airlock." The bright light shone from the Falcon's inner
lighting. Shining brightly through the airlock. 

     To Han and Luke's amazement, the children one and all shrank back
from the light, in terror. Luke turned towards Han in amazement.
"Shut the airlock, now!," he exclaimed into the comlink at Chewie.  

     Chewie immediately closed the airlock. Han and Luke stared at
each other for a full second. Luke, unsure if it was the light or the
airlock itself that frightened the children, was unwilling to risk
experimenting with it. 

     "Han, I need to check on whatever's sleeping on this ship. I was
close to them a minute ago. They're in an induced coma or something.
I don't think they'll wake easily. But, I do need to make sure
they're where I think they are." 

     "All right," Han said, "sounds good to me. But, what about these
kids?  It ain't likely they're going willingly through the airlock."

     "Is the ship functional now?" Luke asked. 

     "All systems are on-line. Hyperdrive is charging now."

     "Well, then, I think I'll just fly it back to Coruscant. These
children are going to need help. If you can get some food, while I
get them away from this airlock, then I'll check on our sleeping
friends and we can be on our way." 


<MW> Earth, USA

     A shadowy figure drew on a cigarette in the dark. It's tip glowed
red for several seconds. He slowly blew out the cloud of smoke, which
joined with the rest in the hazy atmosphere of the room.
 
     The phone rang. He picked it up in the middle of the first ring. 

     "Yes?" he spoke softly. 

     "Area Zero, Rendezvous 9." The line went dead.

     The man hung up the phone. He drew once again on his cigarette
before crushing it in a glass ashtray." Getting up, he stepped out of
his office, and walked calmly down the office corridor towards an
elevator. 

     "Afternoon, Senator," he spoke to a gray haired gentleman. "Good 
evening, General," the man answered back, with a friendly smile. 

      When the elevator opened to the helipad, the Senator had
already gotten off. The man walked to the waiting helicopter. "Let's
go," he said. "Area Zero." 

     The dark helicopter lifted into the air, heading off in a
southerly direction. 


end part 4


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From: JackeeC <74363.2566@CompuServe.COM>
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: NEW:REPOST XJEDI VOL ONE 5/24
Date: 23 Jan 1996 03:40:19 GMT


XJEDI


Part 5: disclaimer still in force. 


<GFFA> Somewhere in space


     "Master Luke? Master Luke where are you? Oh, what a perfectly hideous
vessel," Threepio was saying as he shuffled through the corridors of the 
Hinderer. 
     "I'm forward, Threepio," Luke spoke back over the comlink. 
     Threepio rounded a bend in the corridor and met up with Luke and the 
small group. "I say, sir, these children are desperately in need of care. Here
are the food supplies you requested." Threepio handed the satchel he'd been 
carrying to Luke. 
     All of the children and the young woman, Luke had to keep telling himself
she was a woman, she had a solemn manner about her, but something deeper 
struck him as childlike as well, stood in awe of Threepio. They didn't seem
afraid in the least. But then, Luke couldn't imagine any child being afraid of 
Threepio. He probably seemed like some big gold toy. 
     "Threepio, I know they need baths, but I need you to see if you can 
communicate with them," Luke said pulling a blanket from the satchel and 
spreading it on a comparatively clean section on the floor in one of the 
forward chambers. 
     He began to motion for the children to sit down on the blanket. They 
seemed to understand and did so. He stooped too and sat on the blanket. 
"My name is Luke Skywalker," he said, pointing a finger to himself. 
"What's your name?" He asked the young woman, who sat to his right. 
     She looked confused for a moment. She knew what he wanted to know. She 
simply didn't remember. So, she said the only name she knew. "Fox." she said
aloud and then smiled hesitantly. 
     Luke returned her smile and gave Threepio a doubtful look. So he needed 
to get them talking. "What is this place?" he asked gesturing all around him.
     A look of fear passed over her face. Luke waited. Then she began to 
speak. When she was silent, Luke looked more hopefully at Threepio. He hoped 
it would be enough. 
     Threepio cocked his head to one side. Luke knew he was accessing his 
data files. "This appears to be a very obscure language, that was built into 
my programming. I have no record of any known species speaking this language.
This is indeed strange, sir." 
     "Well, tell me what you *think* she said," Luke said. 
     "Sir, it appears she made reference to, 'the boogey man's house'" 
Threepio answered. 
     Luke was taken aback. But oddly, he could see how that could be. The 
place was certainly spooky. "Ask her where they come from," Luke suggested. 
     Threepio complied. The woman's face brightened, she understood. "From 
Massachusetts," she said. 
     "Threepio, are there any records of planets or systems by that name?" 
Luke asked. He'd certainly never heard of it. 
     "No Master Luke, I have no record of a system or a planet by that name. I   
will have Artoo do a more extensive search, perhaps it is a city or an 
asteroid or a station of some kind. These children are in such a state of 
disrepair, one tends to wonder precisely what sort of misfortune befell their
parents." 
     "Yeah," Luke agreed, looking over the group. Obviously, the children 
could not have all belonged to the young woman. There was an extreme variety 
of races, but the ages seemed to range from perhaps 5 standard years to 10 at 
the most. She seemed protective of them, but Luke doubted she was the true
mother of any of them. What were they doing here in the...'boogey man's house'
as she'd called it. Her own description had been childish. Sighing, he began 
to pass out the food to the hungry group. The mystery would have to wait until
later. 


*   *   *   *   *   *

     "Luke, take a look at this..." Han was saying. He stood bent over one of
the consoles of the Hinderer's engine room. The two had discovered a slight 
problem in trying to pilot the craft. The console was locked out. It could 
not be manually piloted, it ran completely by a preset program. 
     When Han had repaired the engine's malfunction, the navigational computer
had reset. Artoo, was plugged into the terminal link on the other end of the 
engine room, attempting to learn anything. 
     Han had been attempting to reroute the system. Difficult, when one wasn't 
precisely sure how this particular system worked. But, he'd discovered 
something in his efforts. 
     Luke stepped over to where his friend stood and looked at the monitor to 
which Han pointed. His eyes widened. "You've got to be kidding...that's almost
too easy," he said. 
     A menu screen had appeared requesting program coordinates. In Basic.
     "Candy." Han had agreed, punching the coordinates for Coruscant. 
     
     ARE YOU SURE? the monitor prompted.

     "'Course I'm sure," Han said, keying in an affirmative reply. 
     
     SYSTEM INITIALIZING.
     PREVIOUS PROGRAM CORRUPTION ERROR. LOCATION INCONSISTENT WITH 
     PREVIOUS PROGRAM FINAL DESTINATION. DO YOU WISH TO REVIEW 
     LOCATION ANALYSIS?

     "What?!" Han said irritation crept into his voice. 
     "Say yes," Luke suggested on a hunch. "It might tell us where this thing
was headed. I've certainly never seen a ship like this. I'd definitely want to
find out if there was more."
     Han keyed in the affirmative response. The screen blanked and a set of 
coordinates appeared:

     -POINT OF ORIGIN ALPHA
     CODE GRID: 30-12-17-3-2-22

     Looks of confusion spread across both Han's and Luke's face. "Artoo," 
Luke called the domed droid from across the room. Threepio was with the 
children.  
     "Can you make anything of this code grid?" 
     A series of whistles and beeps followed, which amounted to an answer 
Luke could almost make out. The part he did get though was enough. Artoo 
couldn't tell hem where the location was. 
     "Do you think you could convince it to go to Coruscant?" Han asked. 
     Artoo plugged into the side of the console and accessed the navigational
program. For good measure, he downloaded copies of related files. After a 
minute he chirped his success. 
     
     INITIALIZING PROGRAM... 
     5 MINUTES TO HYPERSPACE JUMP.

     Sounds of the engines coming up to speed could be heard behind them. 
"See ya back at home, Kid" Han said, heading for the airlock to join Chewie. 
Artoo followed behind. He wanted to get back to the more familiar Falcon 
computers to analyze the data he'd downloaded. 

     

     Chewie watched through the view screen as the barely there ship leapt 
into hyperspace. He growled a soft sound of trepidation. Something was causing
the flesh on the back of his neck to prickle.
     "What's wrong, Buddy?" Han asked settling into the pilot's seat. 
     Before Chewbacca could answer Artoo began warbling and rocking excitedly.
Turning his extended link-up arm a quarter turn, he swiveled his 'eye' in the
direction of the terminal that had the vocoder link. A translation of what 
he'd said appeared on the screen. 
     The message pinpointed the spot to which the Hinderer had been heading. 
     "Well, I'll be..." said Han. "Chewie, get a message probe off to Leia,
give her these coordinates. She probably won't get it for at least a day, 
depending on how close the nearest track zone is. We're heading for these 
coordinates."  
     Han locked the new destination into the navicompter. Within moments the 
Millennium Falcon leapt also into hyperspace. The didn't notice the lone 
barely visible ship that leapt out of hyperspace a half a million kilometers
away.



<MW> Earth, Southeastern United States. 

     "General, the window is now open," The dark haired pilot yelled to his
very important passenger. "Shall I alert echoes 2 and 3?" 
     "Negative," the passenger replied, "tell them to follow us in."  The 
passenger looked to his pilot. He'd hand picked all of the pilots in this 
team. All of them served with the utmost dedication. 
     "How is our...other project going?" he asked him. 
     "The pilot grinned, "it's going well, sir. The plan is on schedule." 
     "Good," the man said. "I have another mission for you..."  


<GFFA> Somewhere in hyperspace


     The navicomputer's alarm sounded. The Millennium Falcon was about to 
come out of hyperspace. The two pilots and one droid watched as the numbers
ticked down. 5...4...3...2...
     Just before the ship was due to come out of hyper a loud whining erupted
in the cabin. Hyperspace burst into a brilliant explosion of swirling color.
     Han watched stunned as the nose of the Falcon seemed to stretch as if 
some giant rubber band being pulled by an unseen hand. A mammoth black void  
appeared at the edge of the swirling lights. Han thought they must have gone 
into a black hole.  
     He was about to yell something to Chewie when suddenly, he realized he 
was once again in real space. The 'storm' or whatever had only lasted a 
second. 
     The vortex had dumped them out a quarter of million kilometers from a 
brilliantly beautiful blue planet. It reminded him a lot of his home planet,
Corelia. 
     He sat stunned starring at the planet that was not supposed to be there.
"Any idea where we are?" he asked no one in particular. Chewie and Artoo were
silent.
     Artoo suddenly erupted into excited beeps and whistles about the same 
time Chewie growled a warning. The Falcon's proximity detectors went haywire. 
     Another of the barely visible ships shot past the Falcon within 20 
meters. Then slipped into hyperspace out from the moon. 
     "What the-" Han took manual control of the Falcon. "You get any reading 
of any type of large armed facility down there?" 
     Chewie replied that he didn't. 
     "I say let's see what's down there. He was in an awful hurry to get away 
from something." The Falcon dove down towards the blue planet along the same 
trajectory of the now far away ship.


<MW> Earth, Charlotte North Carolina


     "Mulder!" Scully whispered again as loudly as she dared. She stooped 
impatiently over the hole. She saw the beam of their flashlight approaching. 
     "Cut the light!" she said. 
     The light went out almost immediately. She heard the soft sounds of Rae 
and Mulder straining to climb over the cart and up out of the hole. 
     Rae came up first. Scully grabbed her arm and helped her out. Both of 
them helped Mulder. 
     "What's going on?" he asked when he was out of the hole. He looked around
the perimeter of the building. He didn't see anything unusual. 
     "Three dark helicopters just went down in those woods." Scully said 
pointing off into the distance. 
     "How far?" Mulder asked heading in that direction. 
     "Maybe a mile, it's hard to tell at night." Scully replied following him.
The woods were thick and overgrown. It took nearly thirty minutes for them to 
go half a mile. 
     "Are you sure this is the right direction?" Mulder whispered to his 
partner. The hadn't seen a single thing out of the ordinary.
     "You guys," Rae spoke up "look." 
     Rae had been pointing up into the sky. A dark silvery object was 
descending from the sky. 
     "Get down!" Mulder said, pulling the women to a crouched position on the 
ground. They all sat frozen until the object disappeared from sight. 
Mulder led as they crept onward towards where the object had seemed to be 
headed. Everyone came to an abrupt halt when a brilliant flash of light 
appeared in a clearing up ahead. They hid on their bellies behind the heavy 
undergrowth, trying not to think about what manner of critter might reside 
there.
     The clearing was perfectly circular, perhaps a hundred yards. The object
hovered over the area. The helicopters sat silently by. A tall man was 
standing in the brilliant column of light emanating from the object. 
     Scully's entire body jerked. Mulder stared wide-eyed at the scene before 
him. Rae just looked dumbfounded. The light brightened. The three secret 
onlookers were forced to cover their eyes. Mulder held out as long as he 
could.
     When the light dimmed and faded, the man was gone. In the next instant
the object shot up into the sky at tremendous speed. Mulder turned and 
looked at Scully. Emotion brimmed in his eyes. Scully was still starring ahead
transfixed. 
     "Scully did you see that?" he asked. 
     When she didn't reply, he grabbed her arm, "Scully, are you all right?" He 
wondered if she were beginning to remember some of the things that had 
happened to her when she was abducted. 
     "Scully," he whispered again. Rae touched her other hand, worried as well.
     "M-Mulder," she stammered turning wide frightened eyes in his direction. 
"That man...the one in the light...I know him." 
     "From where?" Mulder asked, his heart began to pound a little harder. 
     Scully raised a stunned eyebrow, "He was my date for Friday night. Ben...
Benjamin Adams." 

 
end part 5


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From: JackeeC <74363.2566@CompuServe.COM>
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: NEW:REPOST XJEDI VOL ONE 6/24
Date: 23 Jan 1996 03:41:21 GMT


XJEDI



part 6


disclaimer: still in force from chapter one. 

      "Your date..?" Mulder blinked. 
     Scully nodded wide-eyed. 
     "You sure know how to pick 'em," Rae whispered in the background despite 
the strangeness of whatever was going on here. The three ducked their heads as
the helicopters started up their engines and took to the air.
     The sound of their choppy retreat was fading when the three got to their
feet and headed cautiously out into the clearing. Mulder eyed Scully, she was
still a bit pale, but the professional mask had taken the place of the shock 
he'd seen there before. 
     Suddenly a strange sort of whine began to be heard over the trees. 
Looking up they saw an oddly shaped object with flashing lights heading 
directly toward the clearing. It hovered above the small group, as they all
stared up with a feeling of impending doom. 

 *   *   *   *   *   *


     "I don't like this one bit, Chewie," Han was saying as the Falcon 
hovered over the clearing. There were three people standing directly below  
his ship. They really didn't look dangerous and he didn't read any weapons on 
them. In fact they looked more like they were afraid of him. If they would 
just move he could set down and introduce himself proper like. Probably be a 
good idea not to use his real name until he figured out where their 
sympathies laid. It could get awful uncomfortable married to New Republic 
Hierarchy if these were sympathetic to the empire.
     Chewie growled a question concerning their intelligence in
standing beneath a ship which so obviously was wanting to land.
     "Yeah pal, I need some answers about that ship one way or another. 
Since they are the only people around, what say we land, huh?" Han grinned 
wickedly at his co-pilot. 
     Chewie rewarded him with a deep Wookiee chuckle.
     Han lowered the Falcon ever so slightly, but enough for the three 
standing beneath him to realize they were running out of space. They still 
remained transfixed where they were. 
     "Go figure that..." he spoke under his breath and lowered the ship some 
more. He was almost right on top of them. 
     They suddenly scurried out from beneath his ship. Setting the craft down
he drew himself up from the pilots seat. 
     "You stay here, Chewie, until I figure out what's going on," Han 
told his friend. "You too Artoo," he added. Turning, he felt his small blaster
and the one he'd taken from that droid on the Hinderer. They were still well 
hidden. He lowered the ramp. 
     

*   *   *   *   *   *

     Scully and Mulder and Rae stood beneath the craft, frozen. Knowing in 
the next instant the bright lights would shine on the three of them. When the 
hull began closing in on them they stayed. When it dipped again, it was Rae 
who grabbed the two agents by the elbows sparking them into moving themselves
from beneath it. 
     "I think it wants to land." She said by way of explanation. 
     They all watched as the ship sat down on the ground, and a gangway opened
downward. A man stood at the top. The ships lighting was at his back, thus 
obscuring his features. He was tall and solidly built. He seemed to be 
dressed casually with something thrown across his shoulders. He began to walk
slowly down the ramp. 
     "He's human," Scully spoke from Mulder's left, not removing her eyes from 
the approaching figure. 
     When the man reached the bottom of the ramp his face became visible. 
He began speaking. Neither of them understood what he'd said. They stared 
blankly back at him. He began waving his arms as if gesturing to the woods. 
     "You know, first contact is not at all like this on popular scifi tv. 
What I wouldn't do for a universal translator," Mulder muttered under his 
breath.
     Rae giggled. The situation was really getting to her. A second later, 
amazingly, Scully started also. It was contagious, Mulder grinned and the 
strange man's eyes widened and he grinned too. Just then the sound of the 
helicopters reached the ears of all four humans. 
     All eyes turned skyward. A flood light began scanning the
area. The lights gleamed across the surface of the ship pausing on the
man at the bottom of the ramp. He raised his hands to block the
light. A shot rang out and the man went down.
     "Behind the ramp!" Mulder shouted to the women, as he tried to drag the 
man with him. 
     He'd taken a hit in the right shoulder and was already trying to
pull himself to his knees. He shook his head to clear it. What sort of
blaster was that?!  He felt his blood pouring out. The man from the
group was trying to drag him behind the Falcon's entry ramp. He tried
to tell them to get inside, but it was no use. They didn't understand
a word he'd said. His world began to dim.
     Rae screamed as a large form barreled down the ramp with a growl, bodily
taking the injured man into his arms. He'd just stepped back on the ramp when  
another volley from the helicopter got him in the back. It was a dart. His
steps slowed as he neared the top. The three watched in amazement as the 
bullets just deflected off the hull of the ship. 
     "Inside!" Mulder yelled, half dragging a stunned and
uncooperative Rae.  Scully knew the men in the helicopter wouldn't
stop until they were dead. She ran inside. They scuttled around the
now, still, hairy creature that appeared to stand over seven feet
tall.
     Mulder pushed Rae into the interior of the vessel. Then, turned back to 
the creature. He look up into the intelligent eyes and reached out for the now
unconscious man. 
     The creature's gaze was growing more distant by the second, but he held 
on ferociously to his cargo. Mulder continued to wait.
     Finally the creature's arms seemed to sag. Mulder stepped in to take him.
     Carrying a woman like a baby was one thing. Carrying a fully grown man of 
Mulder's own height was quite another. He staggered under the weight. Quickly 
and as carefully as he could, he lowered him to the floor. 
     The ramp began to lift. He rushed around the man to help the creature. 
The ramp had nearly reached the top when he heard voices yelling orders. 
A pair of arms grabbed the creature from the ramp just before it slammed shut. 
Mulder could hear the gunfire bouncing off the outer hull growing more and 
more distant. Suddenly it dawned on him what was happening. 
     "We're moving," he whispered in disbelief. 


     <GFFA>  Coruscant, Imperial Palace


     Leia Organa Solo paced her chambers. It was late in the evening. She'd 
dined that evening with the Chief-of-State, Mon Mothma. She'd discussed the 
strange beacon Luke had found in greater detail with her the day before. 
Tonight, she'd been too worried to be much of an asset in the last minute
details of preparation for whatever her husband and brother found.
     She looked down at her empty hands. Her children had only recently gone 
into seclusion for their own safety. They would be great Jedi someday, like 
Luke. But, for now, she was alone. Her arms were empty. She wrapped them 
around herself. Something felt terribly wrong.
     Forcing herself to sit, she did a Jedi calming exercise that Luke had 
taught her. Her hands gradually unclenched and her anxiety faded. She felt 
the force flowing all around her, calming. She touched the presence of her 
brother. Luke. Luke was near. She felt him acknowledge her with a returned 
feeling of warmth and love. She smiled and hurried to the space dock to meet 
her brother. Not at all worried that she hadn't felt Han. If Luke wasn't 
worried, then, she shouldn't be either. 


     Luke sat in a corner of the chamber they'd eaten in. All of the children 
spoke softly to the woman in a corner of the room. It appeared that she was 
teaching them lessons of some kind. He wasn't sure exactly what it was.
     The Hinderer would be coming out of hyperspace soon, and he
hadn't a clue as to how to dock the thing. Artoo had left with Han so,
the Coruscant Traffic Control would have to tractor them in. He was
about to send a mental message to his sister when he felt her presence
reach out to him. He smiled. She seemed tense and worried, he sent her
a feeling of the warmth and love he felt for her.
     She would be ready for them. He sent her an image of the ship and it's 
limitations as far as being seen by instrumentation. 



     The Hinderer had taken on a slate gray tone as soon as it touched 
atmosphere. It was no longer the nearly unseeable cloak.  New Republic
Scientist who had been a part of a preparatory team were chomping at the
bit to see exactly what made that possible. It would be to their tactical 
advantage if their ships were unseeable by instrumentation and the human
eye.
     A deck droid interfaced with the airlock uplink to open a boarding ramp.  
Luke Skywalker stepped out walking beside a dark-haired young woman 
surrounded by a group of  a dozen or so young children. Threepio followed 
behind. Luke carried the smallest of them and one dark eyed little boy clung 
to his hand. The young woman's eyes followed his movements closely. 
     The small group of engineers and the medical team stood waiting for Leia. 
Leia stepped up to her brother waiting to be introduced to the grimy band 
accompanying him.



<MW> Earth...?


     Scully  hurried to examine the wounded man as soon as Mulder sat 
him down. His shoulder was bleeding profusely. Pulling back his shirt she 
examined the wound. This was no ordinary bullet, it was intended to shatter 
on impact. Her jaw set in fury at the inhumanity involved. Her eyes searched 
the immediate area, she saw no evidence of anything she could use to stop the 
bleeding. 
     Rae seeing her search, removed the thin sleeveless jacket she wore. She 
handed it over Scully's shoulder. Scully conveyed her thanks with a look. 
     At Mulder's words, "We're moving," she looked sharply up at him. 
Focusing her mind on the external sounds and subtle motion, she realized he 
was right. She raised her eyes back to his to find he had taken out his 
cellular. 
     "Mulder, what are you doing?" She asked her confusion clearly evident. 
     "Making a phone call," Mulder said as he watched the roam light 
illuminate as the phone tracked. "I'll bet the roaming charges are going to
be astronomical," he commented dryly when the phone was ready. 
     Scully decided to tend her patient and ignore the fact.
     The phone was picked up on the first ring. "Skinner," a voice spoke. 
     "Uh...Sir," Mulder started. What did one tell one's boss in a situation 
like this? Sir, I'm making a cellular call from an alien spacecraft that's 
heading for who knew where.
     "Yes, Agent, spit it out," Skinner said after Mulder stalled. 
     Mulder took a deep breath and blew it out. He remembered Skinner's almost
calm acceptance when he'd explained that an alien bounty hunter was after his 
recently returned 'sister.' This shouldn't be so bad. 
     "Sir...We're not in Kansas anymore." 
     "What are you babbling about, Agent Mulder?" Skinner snapped. "Where are
you?" 
     Mulder closed his eyes, "Sir, we're on an alien spacecraft headed for the 
final frontier." 
     There was a second of silence. "Put Agent Scully on the phone." 
     "But, sir--" Mulder got out before the connection broke. A second later
the ship made a violent jerk of acceleration, followed almost immediately by
a high pitched whine that seemed to come from everywhere at once. 


<GFFA> Coruscant, Imperial Palace

     "What's on that ship, Luke?" Leia asked her brother. Luke had requested 
that the ship be sealed and that no one be allowed inside it. 
     "There are sleeping Jedi aboard. Dark Jedi." Luke answered his sister
seriously. He knew what her reaction would be. The insane Jedi Master Joruus
C'baoth had nearly killed them both. 
     "What?!" she exclaimed. "Luke you're kidding me. I can't believe Han let 
you do this. Speaking of Han, where is he anyway?" 
     "He should be here by now. Maybe he had trouble with the Falcon. We both 
got ready to leave at the same time."
     Leia seemed to accept that. She'd worry later, for now there was the 
potential problem of dark Jedi. Sleeping or not. 
     "Leia, these Jedithey can't be awakened by any ordinary means. They 
are also behind a plasteel barrier. I can't touch their minds really while 
they are under. They are for all intents and purposes...dead. But on an 
extremely low level they are alive. I can only slightly even feel them through
the force." 
     "So how did you know they were there?" 
     "It was the beacon. Somehow it operates within the force on a different 
level. It enhances it. Exponentially." 
     "Exponentially?" 
     Luke nodded, going back in his mind. "When I focus on the cylinder in 
the beacon, I was able to sense every individual on that ship 14 hours away 
in hyperspace. I was able to project myself on board that ship, Leia. It felt
as if I were really there." Then, he remembered something else. 
     "When I touched the young woman's mind, there was a...barrier. Very 
strong, painful. I've never experienced anything like it. What ever it is, 
it's blocking her memory of who she is, I suspect the same has been done to 
all of the children. Their minds need to be repaired." 
     Leia nodded in agreement with her brother's assessment of the children. 
But the Jedi, she couldn't find her way to agreeing. 
     "So what are we going to do with these dark Jedi of yours?" 
     Luke smiled knowingly at her. Even though she was opposed to them even 
being there, she knew that there were things he was driven to do. She trusted 
him to not bring them into danger. 
     "Nothing. I think that leaving them where they are would be the safest
thing we could do. The ship should be impounded and unapproachable by anyone
except for you or I."
     "Alright," Leia sighed. "I'll let you take care of that, I'll talk to 
Mon Mothma. I do have an idea for the kids though, We could send them to the 
planet CEstallia. The CEstallians are a peace loving telepathic race of 
humanoids. They are said to be great healers of the mind and couldn't resist a
challenge like this." 
     "Okay, sounds good, I'll see if I can get them ready. Threepio is working
on a translator program for our comlinks. Hopefully he's done." 
     Leia watched her brother leave the room. Ever the optimist. Always ready
to help. Anybody. She remembered him wanting to save evil Darth Vader. He'd
done it too. Then, the insane clone Joruus C'baoth, he'd wanted to save him
too. She was proud to have him as her brother and not because he was a Jedi
knight. Even if he couldn't touch the force, Luke would still be the same
gentle easy going guy that he was. Though all he'd been through he still 
retained an innocence of sorts. She hoped he never lost it.





End Vol. 1


End notes: I couldn't resist. Hopefully, by the time you reach this point. Vol.
2 is out there. I went ahead and divided into volumes because I suspected that
it would be LOOONG and I couldn't stand it anymore. I didn't want to devote 
all this time if you guys felt I was making a mistake. So give a yell would
ya?       -----------------//----------------------------
You know, I've recently begun to take notice of the news. Parts of this story
are from actual news stories on the radio here in Charlotte. The warehouse 
that burned to the ground one night actually happened, and it was a storehouse
for military surveillance equipment. The owner did a sound bite where he said
the building burned from the roof down. I found it strange that the fire 
marshal wasn't the spokesperson. On the same day a woman who had been missing
for three days reappeared, disoriented nearly a hundred miles away. Nothing 
else was ever mentioned about these two stories. Are these possible xfiles?
Just today, I heard on the news that a meteor fell on a mobile home in the 
Northern US burning it to the ground. Hmmm... Keep an eye out, you may see 
this coming in a story on a net near you.



Jackee C.  08/25/95     74363.2566@compuserve.com


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From: JackeeC <74363.2566@CompuServe.COM>
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: NEW: XJEDI VOL TWO! 7/24
Date: 23 Jan 1996 03:43:00 GMT


NOTICE: IF YOU HAVE NOT READ XJEDI VOL. ONE YOU WILL BE SOOOOO LOST 
THAT ANY ATTEMPT TO READ THIS BEFORE READING SAID WILL BE A PURE LIVING 
NIGHTMARE! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. VOL. ONE IS AT :
       gossamer.eng.ohio-state.edu 
       ftp.cs.nmt.edu 
       http://www.ftech.net/~monark/starwars/sw.htm (starwars web page!)
OR YOU CAN JUST E ME... (74363.2566@compuserve.com) 


Disclaimer: 
     Most of the characters in this story belong to someone else. 
Specifically, Mulder, Scully, Skinner and certain other characters 
that true philes will definitely recognize all belong to Fox, 
Tenthirteen, Chris Carter respective actors or their mothers, 
estates, rich aunts, basically not to me. Also, Luke, Leia, Han, 
Chewie, etc., etc., true...<what do we Star Wars types call
ourselves?> well, you know who you are, you'll recognize the ones
from the galaxy far, far away. They belong to George Lucas and/or
LucasArts. But, I say all this to say, hey guys (and gals, it's
multiple choice) they don't belong to me, and none of the above
mentioned organizations even know who I am, much less gave me
permission. I am making no money on this and no infringement is
intended.  

     Also, any and all medical facts are derived from my trusty home 
medical advisor or my imagination. In other words, I made it up. So 
please, don't try this at home.

     And a very very big *THANKS*!! to Ainsley for editing. :)  I 
have seen the err of my ways and it ain't pretty.
                         
Once again, feedback is appreciated and welcomed. So complaints, 
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Part 7 Volume 2

                              XJEDI
                                 by Jackee C.

                          BREAKING THE WAY
                          ----------------

<GFFA>  CEstallian System 


     Luke Skywalker piloted the small V-Eiker luxury craft into the
misty upper atmosphere of CEstallia, marveling at the hazy blue fog
that seemed to cling to the ship. CEstallia had few natural resources
that would have been in demand by the Empire. Luke supposed that was
why it had been left alone, aside from the taxes, of course.

      The geological make up of the planet was unlike any Luke had
ever visited. It was a dual star system, yet the suns didn't appear
to burn away the heavy mists in the upper atmosphere. When the craft
broke through the mists, a beautiful panorama opened before him. There
were waterfalls everywhere, shining like glimmering steps among
islands of land. The effect was beautiful. Some of the falls stood
nearly into the mist of the upper atmosphere. The suns served to give
the world a softly lit haziness.

      Immediately upon breaking through the blanket of mist, Luke felt
a profound peacefulness. He wondered if the telepathic race below
were projecting these feelings for the benefit of the children; they
could certainly use it, judging by their fear and disorientation when
he'd first met them. 

      A tracking beam directed the ship to the side of the larger of
the falls within Luke's view. Curious as to the reaction of the
children, Luke activated the ship's internal monitors. Two New
Republic doctors had accompanied Luke on the trip due to slight
variances in human and CEstallian physiology as well as to examine
the odd scars the children had received. Threepio was also along.

      The children were all watching the planet through the external 
monitors, awed. Luke smiled at that; he was awed himself. He wouldn't 
have been surprised to see unicorns dancing around the pools beneath
the falls. 

      "CEstallian to V-Eiker," sounded over the comm system.
 
      Luke activated the channel for a reply, "CEstallian," he
returned, "this is V-Eiker, receiving you loud and clear." He replied
in the same manner as the speaker had spoken. But, he didn't know why
the person had said 'CEstallian' instead of 'CEstallia'. He filed it
away. 

     "A delegation will meet you once you are in the landing port.
Welcome to our World, honored one." 

     Honored one? Luke thought. What had Leia told these people? They
had taken no interest in the Empire as far as he knew, and even less
in the rebellion.

     The information package that Leia had provided told him that 
this planet was ruled by a council, and tended to keep matters within
its society personal, and felt that others should do the same. It
was rare for a CEstallian to leave the home system, rarer still for
them to take sides in any battle or skirmish. The package had gone back 
500 years. It seemed that before that time there was little information 
regarding this mysterious race. For the past one hundred years,
though, people had brought their mentally damaged to CEstallia.

     The CEstallians prided themselves on their understanding of the
mind. Not only humanoid, but an extreme variety of other species as
well. The holo-images provided with the package showed the
CEstallians to be human in appearance, except for the unusual gray
eyes they all possessed. There also seemed to have a deep affinity
for their planet, since the CEstallians didn't wish to die or be 
buried elsewhere. 

     The space port itself, though carved out of the rock of the falls,
was thoroughly modern. Its walls were molded with gleaming plasteel,
and had serveral dozen landing stations and a transparent transport
tube system built into the molding. The transports' running lights
could be seen as they shot along their individual courses.  

      Threepio was ordered to remain with the ship due to the 
CEstallians' aversion to off world droids, even with a restraining
bolt. Threepio's services as a translator would not be needed,
anyway, since the comlinks he'd programmed as translators were
working fine. Each person wore their own personal link on their
lapels, including the New Republic doctors and Luke. Threepio had
taken care that a CEstallian language program was installed as well
as Basic.

     As the group exited the ship, they found that an honor guard
waited beyond the docking doors. The children's eyes widened even
more when a gold walkway shimmered into appearance through the middle
of the guard. 

     A man dressed in flowing robes stepped around the guard and
approached. "Welcome," he said in accented Basic, arms spread wide to
encompass all of the group. "I am Arric of Council CEstallian. I will
be your escort. If you will follow me." He turned and led the group
through the guard and into one of the transport tubes. 

     Once they were inside the tube, Arric focused shimmering gray
eyes on Luke. The doctors and the children faded to the background of
Luke's perception as Arric spoke softly to him. 

     <The Matriarch wishes to speak privately with you. A meeting has
been arranged and you will join her for refreshments after the
children and your associates are settled. The Matriarch wishes that
this meeting be kept confidential. You will comply.> Arric then
turned away from Luke and pressed a button in the wall. 

     Luke blinked, feeling almost as if he had been let go. He looked
at his traveling companions, but no one else seemed to have noticed
anything out of the ordinary. Luke didn't sense any deception from the
man, only a quiet sense of duty and professionalism. He would go
when they came for him, if for no other reason than curiosity. 

     The transport tube settled on a level that seemed only slightly
lower than the docking bay. Arric lead the group out of the lift,
down a hall and into the suite of rooms reserved for the children. To
Luke's surprise, they all adjoined. There were fourteen rooms, one for
each of the children and the young woman. 

     The rooms met in a large semi-circle. The central room contained 
toys that put more sparkles, if that were possible, in the children's
eyes. The rooms that filled the other half of the circle were an
eating area, rooms for the New Republic doctors and a room that Luke
couldn't quite figure out the purpose of. It was just a big empty room.
On a whim, he sent a mental question to Arric, <What's this room
for?>

     Arric looked vaguely surprised for a second before answering him,
again mentally. <This is the imaging room. What you would call an
operating room. This is where we will heal their minds.>


*   *   *   *   *   *


     Luke's quarters were separate from those of the children and the 
doctors'. He'd asked Arric the reason for this on the way to his 
quarters and had received the reply that he was not a part of their 
circle of recovery. Had Luke been placed within their circle, the 
children would see his departure as an empty hole in their world. 
Arric said that it was vital for their circle to remain intact. 

     Now, Luke waited. Arric had left him nearly twenty minutes
earlier. So he decided to do some meditating. Since he wasn't sure
what to expect from the Matriarch that Arric had mentioned, he felt
it was best to at least be calm and relaxed when the time came. 

     Closing his eyes, Luke reached out to the force and allowed his
mind to drift among those who'd arrived with him. The doctors were in
conversation with one of the CEstallian doctors. The children were
being entertained; Luke couldn't help but to smile at that. Then, he 
reached further, trying to get a deeper feel of the place. 

     "STOP!" 

     Luke's eyes flew open. Who had said that? He looked around the
room. There was no one there, only silence. 

     A door chime broke the silence. "Enter," Luke called after a
final once over of the room. 

     A pair of guards stepped into the room. "You will come with us," 
one of them announced. 



<...?>  Somewhere in space, Millennium Falcon


     Scully, Mulder and Rae all stared at one another in shock as the
whine died down outside the ship.  

     "If I click my heels three times do you think we'd be home?"
Mulder asked, slipping into Mulder-mode. 

     "Couldn't hurt." Rae said from the spot on the floor on which
she'd landed after Mulder had pushed her onto this vessel. 

     "We need to stabilize this man," Scully told the two of them,
looking again at her patient. He was looking alarmingly pale. "I'm
going to look around to see if I can find some first aid." 

     "I'll help you," Rae said, getting up from the floor. 

     Mulder looked around the room, taking in the various panels and
odds and ends. "This must be the hooptie of spaceships," he murmured.
"But, somebody has to be flying this thing." He didn't see anything
that, to him, even remotely, resembled first aid. He wandered along a
white walled corridor into a large open room, eyes scanning the
various panels and unidentified mechanisms, seeing nothing at all
familiar. 

     The corridor continued on the other side of the room, Mulder
followed it. This corridor was not nearly as bright as the other had
been. He debated drawing his weapon from its holster, then dismissed
it. He was the invader here, after all.

     The corridor opened into another room, smaller than the one that
led to the ramp. Mulder's eyes passed over the many objects, some
vaguely familiar, some downright strange. A bunk with a locker
beneath it gave him pause. It somehow seemed a likely place for
supplies. 

     Mulder opened the locker. At a glance the contents looked
useful. He pulled the locker out from beneath the bed and through the
corridor and back to the ramp room. "Scully, I think I've found
something," he called to his partner, who was back at her patient's
side.  

     The words were barely out of his mouth before a beeping sounded
and a strange rolling sound came from the doorway he'd just passed
through. The round barrel shaped body of a white and blue robot rolled
into the room. 

     It focused its huge red light...eye? from Mulder to Scully. All
the humans in the room froze; Mulder was half bent over the locker.
The robot continued to make the strange squawks and beeps, that to
the humans sounded disturbingly menacing. 

     When its squawks grew in intensity, Scully instinctively huddled
closer to her patient. The robot began to rock agitatedly back and
forth. A panel in its body slid open, from which a three pronged
appendage slowly extended. 

     Scully's eyes widened in alarm as she looked at Mulder. The
robot continued to roll threatningly forward. She saw Mulder slowly
ease into a standing position behind the robot, who continued to
make the strange squawks and beeps at her. Scully looked back at the
robot, careful not to make any sudden moves. She didn't want to upset
the thing any more than it already was. 

     Suddenly an electric charge shot out of its arm and struck
Scully's shoulder. "Oww!," she shrieked, jumping back and rubbing her
shoulder. "It shocked me!" 

     Mulder pulled his gun and aimed it at the thing. "Stay back!" he
yelled at the robot as he stepped around to face it. Rae ducked
behind him. 

     The robot's barrel shaped body rolled forward, throwing another
bolt of electricity at Mulder's hand. He dropped the gun. The robot
continued to roll forward, beeping and squawking nastily.

     Mulder pushed the two women behind him and continued to back away
from the thing. He noticed that there was what appeared to be a
doorway behind them. If they could slip inside maybe they could find
a weapon of some kind.  

     Scully steered Rae toward the doorway, her thoughts echoing
Mulder's. When the door slid open behind them, they immediately
ducked inside. Scully and Mulder hid along each side of the door. Rae
ducked behind Mulder's side. Scully held her gun aloft in the ready
position, while Mulder searched for anything he might use as a weapon
as they waited for the robot to enter the doorway. All were stunned
when the door slid shut with a gentle swish.

     A span of a few seconds passed and the door didn't open. Scully
and Mulder looked at one another, realization dawning. They had been
trapped! Outsmarted by a robot!

     "I can't believe it!" Mulder exclaimed, as he tried stepping
before the door that refused to open. He tried to push it open, and
Rae and Scully joined in. It didn't work. 

     After a minute Rae gave up and leaned against the door. Her
hands were on her knees and her head bowed, hair blocking her face. 
Both Scully and Mulder eyed each other uncomfortably as Rae's
shoulders began to shake. 

     Scully accepted the responsibility of dealing with crying
clients...witnesses...whatever Rae was.

     Stooping over, she placed a hand on her shoulder. "Rae, honey,
it's okay. We're going to get out of this. I know it looks a little
bleak right now, but you've got to have faith." 

     Rae's shoulders shook even more. Scully gave Mulder a desperate
look; this wasn't working. Just then, Rae stood up. Tears streamed
down her face, but she wasn't crying. She was laughing, so hard that 
she was choking.

     "You guys," she got out between giggles, "I'm so sorry," she
covered her face with her hands. "When I get really nervous or
scared...I laugh." She continued to laugh hysterically leaning
against the door. "I mean," she tried to talk again, "look at us."
She waved her arms around the room, "We're stuck on a runaway space
ship, trapped in a...a closet, by a little white robot!"

     "Are you smacking her or am I?" Mulder asked.

     Scully looked over at Rae still giggling against the door as if 
considering her partner's proposal. Then, coming to the realization
that Mulder was seriously awaiting her reply, her brows went up in
surprise. "Mulder-" she started warningly, but she never got a chance
to finish her statement. Because suddenly, the entire ship shuddered
with a sickening BANG! 

     Both Agents' eyes widened. Rae, whose laughter had calmed to the 
occasional giggle, froze for a full second before bursting out again.
Scully and Mulder sighed and turned away. What else could possible go
wrong today?

*   *   *   *   *   *

     An hour later they could still hear the occasional mournful beep
and whistle coming from the other room. 

     Rae, who had managed to calm herself, now sat in a corner,
asleep, arms propped on her upraised knees. Mulder and Scully
mirrored Rae's position, having thoroughly checked the room for
anything that might help to get the door open. The search had been
fruitless, save for something that resembled a towel. Mulder had
taken the opportunity to clean what he could of the soot off of his
face and hands. He had a feeling his shirt was a total loss. The
smell of burnt warehouse now clung to the air in the small room.

     "You think our friend out there is a doctor?" Mulder asked, head
still down on his knees. 

     "Dunno," Scully shrugged, even though no one was looking. 

     "Think he has any food? I'm *really* hungry." 

     "What?" Scully taunted in an exhausted voice. "No seeds?"

     "Oh yeah..." Mulder said, searching through his pockets. 

     Scully looked up with interest. When Mulder pulled the half
filled zip lock from his pocket, she scooted near him. She placed her
open palm before him. 

     "You, Scully?" Mulder spoke, pretending shock.

     "I'm starving Mulder; don't make me wrestle you for those,"
Scully replied, only half serious.

     "Oooh, don't tempt me," Mulder said as he grinned and dumped
some seeds into his hand and then handed the bag to Scully.

     "What do you think they do for a trash can around here?" Mulder
asked around a mouthful of seeds. 

     Scully shrugged. "I was gonna use your pockets..." 

     "Oh no," Rae spoke from the corner, raising her head from her
knees. "I was really counting on this being a *really* bad dream. No
offense to you guys," she added. Then she saw what they were doing.
"Food!" she exclaimed, scooting closer. 

     Scully passed the bag to Rae. 

     "Where are you guys putting the shells?" Rae asked. 

     "Mulder's pockets..." Scully said gesturing toward him. 

     "Hey, I object!" Mulder said, trying to defend himself.

     "Shhh..." Scully said suddenly, "Do you hear that?" 

     They listened for a second. Then they heard...voices. Seeds
forgotten, all three sprang to their feet and immediately began to
pound on the door and yell. 
  

end part 7


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From: JackeeC <74363.2566@CompuServe.COM>
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: NEW: XJEDI VOL TWO! 8/24
Date: 23 Jan 1996 03:45:21 GMT


XJEDI part 8 (vol. 2)

Previous disclaimer/s still in force. 


     Coruscant, Imperial Palace


     Leia Organa Solo was back to worrying. Luke had been gone for 
hours and still there was no sign of Han. Of course, it wasn't unlike
Han to be off doing something and then to forget the time. Yet...

     A soft chime sounded at the message center of her desk. "Yes,"
she answered it, after pressing a button in the panel in an upper 
corner of her desk. 

     "Madame Organa Solo, there is an incoming urgent personal message
for you. Do you wish it delivered to your home computer or your
office?" The mechanized voice of the message delivery droid ended
with a soft click, which indicated the call was being recorded. 

     "Send it through to my office computer," Leia said, hope 
stirring. Perhaps this was word from Han. 

     "Very well," the voice responded before breaking the connection. 

     Leia chewed her lip as she waited anxiously for the file to make 
its way through the complex mail system of New Republic Headquarters. 
Because of the very real possibility of files being contaminated with 
virus bombs, each piece of incoming mail was thoroughly scanned.

     Before the computer could completely flash 'message ready', Leia 
punched the open file switch. It was a brief message from Han and 
Chewbacca. It read: 

     -POINT OF ORIGIN ALPHA
     CODE GRID: 30-12-17-3-2-22

Immediately following were a standard set of coordinates for their
heading. There was no further information. The time read twenty four 
hours earlier. 

     Twenty four hours and no word. Something was wrong--Leia could
feel it. Still hopeful, Leia searched the data base for the location the
coordinates represented. The information proved to be less than
helpful. It was a point in space, not a planet or star for light
years. Leia toyed with the idea of going out to those coordinates
herself, but then decided to talk to Luke first. His stronger force
ability would reach past the anxiety she was feeling. 

     Clearing the screen, she pulled rank and put in the very
expensive Interstellar call to the CEstallian system.


     CEstallia, somewhere in Central City.


     Luke was led to the outside of a room with a plain, white,
manually operated door. The guards led him there and then left
without a word. They walked to the end of the long hall and stationed
themselves there near the transport tube. 

     <Open the door, young man. It won't bite you,> A voice said to
Luke. He looked up at the door. It seemed to be made of wood, a very 
ancient practice. Grasping the knob, he turned it and pushed. Nothing 
happened. The knob turned but the door wouldn't budge. 

     A small chuckle sounded, <No, *open* the door. *See* what's
inside.>

     Luke frowned. What was going on in this place? Who was it that
was speaking to him? 

     <Use the force, young Skywalker.> the voice whispered.

     Luke gave up on understanding the game, closed his eyes and
reached out to the force... 

     A gentle breeze ruffled his hair and the soft scent of delicate 
flowers drifted over him. <I am CEstallia, Matriarch of CEstallian, 
come in, young man.>

     Luke opened his eyes. He was still outside the door. When he 
turned the knob this time the door opened. Cautiously, he stepped 
across the threshold. 

     A small featured woman with long shimmering silver hair stood
near an open window. A gentle breeze blew into the room bringing  
with it the smell of the delicately scented flowers that grew along 
the fall. The woman sat staring directly at Luke as he stepped 
fully into the room. Her eyes were the same shimmering silver gray 
as her hair. There was no dark pupil. 

     In one moment, she looked ancient, the next like a young girl.
Her skin looked as young and full as an infant's. Luke had absolutely 
no idea how old this woman might be.

     <Young Skywalker, Yoda has told me of you, I knew that someday we
would meet.> 

     Luke looked at her in stunned amazement, "You knew Y- " he got
out before she silenced him with a hand. 

     <These are things we must not speak of aloud. One never knows
when the ears of the enemy are listening.>

     Luke nodded. 

     "Come," she said aloud, "let's have some tea."  <It will tell you
the story that I have kept for so long> she added. "It's probably not
what you're used to at home, CEstallian tea is unique. <You will feel
dizzy for a second, but it will pass quickly.>

     Luke took the tea she offered and sipped it. The warm, fruity 
smelling steam tickled his nose. 

     "Why don't we sit near the windows and enjoy the view?" 
CEstallia suggested. 

     Two lounge chairs sat near another window. As Luke approached,
the room began to slowly tilt. The tea cup slipped from Luke's hand 
in what to his mind was slow motion; it seemed an eternity before the
cup reached the floor. <Sorry dear, one has to guess at the 
constitution of certain humanoids. Let me help you.> He heard 
CEstallia's apology clearly. 

     If Luke hadn't been concentrating so hard on standing up, he
would have wondered if that was some sort of insult. He felt
CEstallia grasp him about the waist and help him to sit gently down.
He turned to thank her, but found he couldn't keep his eyes open. 


     <There, that's right, close your eyes.>


     
     Millennium Falcon



     "Wait a minute, you guys," Rae said, breaking off from her part
in trying to get the attention of whoever was speaking on the other
side of the door. "Look at this." She pointed to a faint edge in the
wall near the door. 

     Both Scully and Mulder quickly lost interest in what was proving
to be a futile effort, anyway. The voices simply continued as their
cries went unheard.

     "It looks like a panel of some kind," Scully said, stepping in
for a closer examination. The edges faintly formed a rectangular
outline. 

     "Well, let's open it," Rae said, reaching into her pocket. She
smiled in satisfaction as she pulled out her multitool. She'd always 
figured that one day the little gadget would come in handy. 

     Scully raised an eyebrow when she saw what Rae had in her hand.
She kept one just like it in her purse.  

     Rae pried at the faint edges of the panel with the knife section.
She was only able to get up an edge, just enough to see faint green
and red light flickering beyond. 

     "Hey! I think this is some kind of control panel," Rae said,
excited. "I just can't seem to get it all the way up," she gritted
as the panel popped back into place. 

     "Let me try it," Mulder said, reaching for the knife. 

     Rae handed it over reluctantly. She'd wanted to be the one to
open it. After all, things like this had been part of her job. 'Had
been was right' and inner voice replied. Rae forcefully pushed the 
thoughts of work away. It only reminded her of how turned upside down 
her life had become in the course of 24 hours. She was not ready to 
deal with that. 

     Mulder examined the area that Rae had worked on. He placed a hand
on the rectangular surface for leverage and placed the knife in the
bottom outline. Beneath his palm the panel gave slightly. He drew his
hand back in surprise at the movement. The panel slid up and open. 

     "What'd you do?" Rae asked. She could have sworn that he'd barely
even touched the knife to the wall. 

     Mulder shrugged. "I guess I've just got that Midas touch," he
said, preoccupied with what had been hidden by the panel.  

     Rae and Scully leaned in for a better look. Red and green
lights were illuminated within the enclosure. Several bundles ran
through the enclosed space. Beside and beneath the bundles was a
square control pad containing back-lit buttons. To one corner of the
enclosure were two valves with color markings. 

      "On T.V. there's always a manual override placed conveniently
near the locked door," Mulder said, already pondering which button to
push first. 

     "Yeah," Rae said, leaning in. "How about this one?" She pushed one
of the green buttons on the panel. The color of the button seemed to
darken. She pushed it again and held it for a few seconds. Everyone
looked expectantly in the direction of the door. Nothing happened. 

     "Hmm. Maybe I should try one of the red ones," Rae mused aloud as
the two agents looked on. There was a soft hissing sound and the red
button went completely dark. 

     Everyone looked at one another for a second. Nothing else
happened. 
     
     "How about that valve?" Mulder asked, pointing toward the object
in question. 

     Rae made a face, "Dunno. It's worth a try." She stepped back
slightly for leverage. It wasn't easy to turn. She moved further back
to allow Mulder access after he made a gesture to help.

     Scully frowned thoughtfully. In her opinion, if something was
difficult to turn, there was a reason. That hissing sound that the
red button had made hadn't filled her with confidence, either. "We
don't know what we could do by indiscriminately pushing buttons," 
she spoke up. 

     "These can't be all that important," Mulder reasoned. "Since
they're in this...," he gestured vaguely about the room, "closet, we
could probably assume these controls belong to some of this door's
mechanisms or maybe some minor system for just this room."

     "Like what, Mulder?" Scully asked. "For all we know this could be
an auto-destruct switch." 

     Mulder shook his head. "The self destruct is always in the engine
room or on the bridge." 

     "But how can you know that? For all we know this could *be* the
bridge," Scully said, exasperated, rubbing a hand over her brow. She
was getting warm. And Mulder watched way too much T.V.  

     Mulder turned the valve before answering. Nothing happened. "It's
perfectly logical. Think about it, Scully..." He turned to face her.

     Rae tuned their debate out as she stepped closer to the door. The
voices outside were still going on but there was another sound. 

     "Uh-Ohh," she whispered. 

     Both Scully and Mulder froze at her softly spoken word.

*   *   *   *   *   *

     Han Solo opened his eyes to the sound of voices. The blurry
vision of white light focused into the corridor ceiling of the
Falcon's entry hall. Han couldn't quite remember how he'd gotten
there, but he knew continuing to lie there would get him nowhere. He 
made ready to get up from the floor. The tightness in his right 
shoulder stopped him--that and the way the room tilted disarmingly. 
He immediately squeezed his eyes shut. When he opened them again, 
though it was very slowly, it still took several seconds before the 
room would settled down to one single image, instead of three. The 
voices, however, didn't go away.

     Han took in a breath and tried again. This time he leaned heavily
into a side panel, and hoped that the pounding in his head would
abate. No such luck. When Han was finally to his feet, he tried to
access the damage to his person. He grimaced when he saw what had
become of his favorite shirt; the one Leia had given him on their last
anniversary. Blood covered fully half of it and what wasn't
blood-covered was cut to shreds. 

     "Wonderful..." he muttered under his breath, pushing unsteadily
off from the wall. He had to find Chewie. But first he needed
something to steady his head. The med. locker, for some reason,
wasn't in the main galley, but sat near where he'd only just picked
himself up from. He figured Chewie had left it there.

     Han slapped a small stabilizer patch behind his ear and at his
temple. He felt relief from the headache and dizziness almost
immediately. The voices sounded much clearer than they had before, if
a bit fast. 

     Han wondered where the voices were coming from. It sounded as if
they were being piped over the Falcon's comm system--but from where?


     "Chewie?" he called out as he headed toward the front of the
ship. Along the way, his foot splattered into something wet. He
looked down to find a growing puddle of a yellow liquid being
released from a valve near a storage room. 

     "Chewie!" 

*   *   *   *   *   *

     Mulder jumped back toward the panel to try to shut off the valve.
The puddle beneath the door seemed to grow steadily larger despite
his efforts. And, unless it was his imagination, it was getting
downright warm. He could feel perspiration beading on his brow. 

     Rae looked at the switch pad and tried to remember exactly which
button she'd pushed first. Maybe pushing it again would shut whatever
was leaking off.

     Scully kept her 'I-told-you-sos' to herself. She did step back
against the wall, arms folded, to watch Mulder and Rae try to figure
out what they'd done, though. Then a sound caught her attention. A
sound other than the voices that were still speaking. "Listen." she
said, holding a silencing hand up to the two working at the panel.

     The sound came again.  

     The panel was again forgotten. "Help us! Open the door! Help..."
the three of them again, returned to banging on the door hoping
someone would hear and take mercy on them. They were all stunned when
the door slid open, much slower than it had slid shut, to reveal the
man who had been shot, standing before them wearing a mutinous
expression. 

     It didn't matter that they didn't understand a word of the angry
torrent that followed; they got the message loud and clear: He was
not happy to see them. The sounds of the little droid rolling their
direction didn't make them feel anymore at ease. 

     They'd all jerked to attention at the sound. "What now, Mulder,"
Scully asked. "Are we going to be thrown out the airlock?"

     Mulder was about to respond when a voice, sounding very much like
Scully, began to speak in a different language.

     The man looked up and about him in surprise. "Well I'll be..."
Han started then looked back to the trio. "And that isn't totally out
of the question," he said pointing a finger in their general
direction.

     Mulder, Scully and Rae were surprised to hear what he'd said
translated over the comm system. They were even more surprised when
the meaning sunk in. The sounds of the little droid were rolling
closer. 

     Rae glanced at the two agents and at the man who'd just
threatened to throw them out of the airlock. Scully had taken off her
jacket, exposing her holster--and her gun. In a split second
decision, Rae dived for Scully's gun and swung it on Han. 

     "Alright!" she squeaked out. "You're taking us back to Earth!"
She had meant to be a little more forceful, but her hands trembled
and her voice was a little less than steady. It didn't help at all
that the translator mimicked the shakiness in her voice.

     Han looked at her as if she were a complete idiot. Scully sighed
and rolled her eyes. Mulder raised a hand to his brow squeezing his
temple. 

     "What do you think you're doing?" Han asked. The translator
tracked his words over the comm system. "Put that thing down!" 

     That was when Artoo rolled into the room. He let out a rude
sounding series of squawks and chirps. His extension arm came up and
ready. 

     "Rae," Mulder said quietly, "I think you should give that back to
Scully now."   

     Rae glanced at Mulder uncertainly. "You sure?" she asked. 

     Mulder nodded ruefully. "I don't think our friend really means to
harm us." Mulder raised his eyes to Han, who still carried an
expression of utter disbelief. Han did nod his head, though, to
confirm the statement.

     Scully held her hand out to Rae. After a second, Rae carefully
placed the gun there. "Thank you," Scully said, none too happy. 

     Rae looked contritely around her. She'd been trying to save
everyone and now they were all mad at her. "I'm sorry I broke your
ship," she said, a giggle worked its way to the back of her throat.
Her eyes watered and she blinked rapidly with the effort of holding 
it back. 

     "Uh...it's...nothing," Han said. "Just a fluid leak." He didn't
want her crying all over his ship. It was probably better to tell her
later that the fluid that was leaking all over the floor was coolant
fluid. "It'll be okay,"  he added when she still looked close to
tears. 

     The fact that Han was trying to be nice pushed Rae over the edge.
>From his expression alone, she suspected that the yellow fluid was
more important than he was letting on. The giggles won. 

     "Here we go again," Scully said. 

     
     Coruscant, Imperial Palace


     "I'm very sorry, Madame Organa Solo. We are unable to locate your
party. Perhaps he is exploring." The voice responded wearily to
Leia's inquiry. At first the operator had acted as if there were no
Luke Skywalker on CEstallia. Leia had finally convinced her of her
credentials. 

     "Could you please just check one more time?" Leia requested
politely.  She would have asked that someone go and personally check
his room, but that would probably be pushing it. She didn't want to
become 'accidentally' disconnected. Besides, Luke wouldn't ignore a
page. But she really felt the need to talk to him. Tapping a nervous
finger against her desktop helped a little.

     "Madame," the voice returned. "Once again, I'm sorry. I'll be
sure to inform him of your urgent inquiry as soon as he returns to
his rooms. CEstallian Out."

      The operator disconnected, more than a little irritated.  
      
      Leia rested her head in her hands, fighting the urge to scream. 
Where could Luke be that they couldn't locate him? Where was Han and
Chewie? What was going on?! Leia, unable to sit behind her desk any
longer, shut down her office systems and headed for her quarters. She
wouldn't be able to get anything done, anyway. She needed to clear
her head. She would do what Luke did. 

      
      Millennium Falcon 


      Han sat on the bunk across from his stowaways. Rae had finally
managed to calm herself and he'd gotten the valve shut off and had
recharged the hydraulics for the door before it had bleed off
completely. He'd allowed the red-haired woman to look at his shoulder
wound, reluctantly, after she'd said she was a doctor. And now that
she was done, he had questions. Lots of questions. 

      Han stared steadily across at Mulder, Scully and Rae. He still
didn't know what to make of them. But, at least Artoo had managed to
activate the Falcon's old translator program. It had come in quite
handy on several occasions in his former line of work. In the
business of buying and selling, however illegally, it was good to be
able to communicate in something other than Basic. But, he really
hadn't had occasion to use it since he'd met Leia. He was actually
surprised it still worked. It basically had the same programming as
Threepio, only in a less portable and less flexible form. It was
capable of accessing only a handful of languages at a time. It
was currently tracking his words, and replayed them in the language
Artoo had programmed it for--whatever that was.

     The voices he'd heard must have been the translator on audible
scan.

     "Alright," he said. "Let's take it from the top. Where's Chewie?"
Han's expression did not falter as he waited for the translator to
track.

     "They took him," Mulder said as if that explained everything.

     "Really?" Han asked sarcastically. "I sort of figured that. *Who*
took him? Where?" 

     Mulder glanced at Scully. 'They' had always been explanation
enough on Earth. How could he explain who 'they' were to an outsider?
He didn't think calling them 'the bad men' would quite do it. So, he
cleared his throat and tried again. "The men who shot you have him."
So much for dramatic effect.

     "Was he hurt?" Han asked in a carefully neutral tone. He'd been
afraid *they* would be the 'they' Mulder was talking about. Whoever
they were, they had weapons, primitive, but deadly nonetheless. He
would need help getting Chewie back; especially with a hurt shoulder
that he wasn't sure would make it back to Coruscant, much less
survive a rescue. If Artoo had found it necessary to pull out of
there, they must have been in serious trouble. 

     "They shot him with a tranquilizer dart. It just slowed him
down,"  Mulder replied. 

     "Do you know where they took him?"

     "No," Mulder shook his head. "No idea." 
     
     Han sighed. For the briefest second, he wished he'd told Luke
where he was going. But, there was no time for that kind of thinking.
The Falcon wasn't going to fix herself. 

*   *   *   *   *   *

     Mulder found himself knee deep in dirty machinery. A foreign
looking tool of some sort fell from an overhead railing, narrowly
missing him.
 
     "Sorry," Han said. "Shoulder's not what it used to be." He stood,
balanced precariously atop coolant piping. He worked one-handedly, his
back propped against the lower paneling for the landing controls.
He'd tried to explain to Mulder what needed to be done, but telling
him what to do hadn't worked out so well. Since the translator had
turned simple words like 'hammer' into 'hand held impacting device';
instructional terms had become indecipherable. In the end, he'd
taught Mulder the name of the tools in Basic and did the work
himself, while Mulder passed him the tools.  

     Mulder handed the tool back to him. "So, there's been
interstellar travel for centuries?" 

     "Yeah," Han answered. "Far as I can tell. Where I come from, we
don't much think about it. It's a way of life. Back in my smuggling
days..."

     "You were a smuggler?" Mulder asked, awed. "Smuggling what?" 

     "This and that," Han replied. "I'm civilized now, just don't ask
my wife." 

     Mulder chuckled. Scully had told him to keep an eye on Han. With
his wound there was the very real possibility of infection or shock.
Mulder found that talking to Han was like talking to a long lost
friend. He didn't mind his assignment at all.

     Scully and Rae were busy refilling the coolant system with
whatever spare fluid Han had been able to dig up. It hadn't been
nearly enough. It was going to be nothing short of a miracle if they
could keep the engine temperature within spec. Of course, Han didn't
tell his passengers that.  

     "Do you think the temperature's going to come down in here?"
Mulder asked, running a sleeve over his brow. 

      "Dunno." Han said, checking over his handiwork before slamming a
panel shut. "That oughtta do it," he murmured. There was a slight
twinge in his shoulder. He gingerly peeked under the jacket he'd
pulled on over the bloody shirt. He didn't want to know what it was
going to feel like if he didn't get back to Coruscant soon. There
weren't many pain blockers left. 

     "I wouldn't count on it though," he added, "had to reroute most
of the coolant fluid to the engines."  Han stepped slowly down from
the piping. While Mulder replaced the tools, he activated the
comlink. "Artoo, you done clamping that linkage?" 

     A series of beeps and whistles sounded over the link. 

     "I take it that was a 'yes'?" Mulder asked, looking up from the
tool box. 

     Han nodded following his train of thought. The translator had not
bothered trying to simulate a voice for Artoo. The only way to truly
know what he was saying was to read it from the tracking screen in the
cockpit. Artoo had probably done that on purpose.

     "So where are we headed?" Mulder asked as they went up the
corridor toward the front of the ship.

     "Home. For reinforcements." 
 
 
     <MW> Earth  
     
Friday. 

     Chewie awoke to find himself in a brilliantly lit room. The walls
were made of a white padded material and extremely bright lights
shone from a ceiling that was perhaps 15 meters tall. The bed that he
lay on was made of the same soft padded material as the walls. There
was a fountain in the corner with water constantly circling down a
drain, there was a tray of a strange fruit near the water. 

     Chewie let out a mournful cry. He'd been separated from his honor
family. He took seriously the life debt he'd made to Han Solo for
saving him from slavery. That bond had long ago transferred to Leia
and their children. 

     They were his family now. 

     Chewie  remembered that Han had been hurt and the other human had
taken him. He didn't remember much else. Chewie had one objective at
the moment--escape and somehow find his friend, because he had a
really bad feeling about this planet. 

  


End part 8


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From: JackeeC <74363.2566@CompuServe.COM>
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: NEW: XJEDI VOL TWO! 9/24
Date: 23 Jan 1996 03:46:13 GMT


XJEDI 9  (VOL. 2)

ALL PREVIOUS DISCLAIMERS STILL IN FORCE. FUTURE ONES TOO FOR THAT MATTER.


<GFFA>

     Benjamin Adams was on a mission--a most secret one. The small Karamac  
Cruiser that he piloted was said to be one of the fastest, most 
maneuverable ships in the MW galaxy. Ben knew this was true in both 
galaxies. They'd tested the thing with the Earth pilots, but they'd been
too weak. The stress had made them ill. In the end, only those strong in 
the force could handle this one and he could handle it well. 

     The carrier ship had dropped him at the Auxillary Station in the 
Milky Way. The Cruisers had been moved there after that incident at 
Ellens when that F.B.I. Agent had managed to get inside. 

     The Group had been convinced by the incident that the 'aircraft' was 
incompatible with human physiology and not worth the risk of exposure. But, 
of course, they knew nothing about the force. Few did. They had killed the 
Project, which had fit quite well into the plan of the Inner Circle. The 
'aircraft' had been ordered disassembled. The Inner Circle had acquired it 
and put it on a private carrier and delivered it to an auxilary base hidden 
in the Milky Way. There, it had been fitted with hyperdrive engines. 

     The true nature of the ship had remained secret to the Group and only 
the Inner Circle, an even smaller group within the Group knew of it. And 
only the General, the true Leader, knew everything. Even his own son, a 
much respected member of the Inner Circle in his own right, didn't have 
the complete picture. But, he was beginning to figure it out.

     Now, he piloted the ship toward a hidden clinic on a secret planet, in 
the heart of territory that few knew the Emperor had held. Precise 
coordinates had to be used if the ship was to go undetected by planetary 
scans. He'd committed the coordinates and names and places of each 
doctor to memory. He was due to collect the first member of the team. The 
Emperor had prepared for every contingency. Even his death.


     Millennium Falcon


     Dana Scully wiped her brow with the back of her hand. The thin blouse
she wore clung to her back like a very irritating second skin. The yellow 
liquid in the coolant compartment gurgled and spewed as it sank slowly 
throughout the system. The fluid was meant to be added at a regulated pace 
by a pumping system, on the ground, in a well equipped hanger. But since 
they were hanging in space with engines off-line and no power to speak of 
to spare for a pump, Scully and Rae were given the unenviable task of 
refilling the coolant drum--by hand, using buckets. The two were forced 
to fill the drum and then wait while the liquid seeped into all of 
the necessary systems. The job had long since grown old. But, there was 
no way Scully was going to allow Han to do it. In fact, to Scully's way of 
thinking it would have been absolute justice if Mulder and Rae had been 
the ones to pull this particular task. 

     Han had explained that the engines needed to be repaired, but 
could not be restarted until the coolant level was high enough. So, she'd 
volunteered Rae and herself for refill duty while Han and Mulder worked on 
the  engines. The sooner they got Han to a medical facility, the better
she'd feel. Judging from the amount of blood-loss he'd suffered, she was 
surprised he was still upright. Those medical patches must contain
a pretty powerful stimulant. But, even a strong stimulant couldn't last
forever. His body would eventually demand rest. At least Mulder was with
him, helping with the engine repair, where he, and by extension, she,
could keep an eye on him.

     Han had, at least allowed her to check his wound. Once. The area was 
completely covered over with what appeared to be a patch of human skin. It 
had sealed the wound nicely. Han had called it synthflesh. Artoo had done 
wonders. Her contribution to his care had been to convince him to wear a 
sling to immobilize his shoulder somewhat. 

     Glancing over at Rae, she saw that her head was nodding. Scully elbowed
her softly. They both needed to be awake, if not alert. Sleep was currently
not an option. There was more coolant fluid to tote...whenever it worked  
itself down sufficiently. Scully had come to find that the fluid compartment 
was a bit temperamental. She glanced at the face of her watch. It was 0507. 
Friday. Well, one thing was for sure, there would be no date tonight. 


 *   *   *   *   *   *


     Han eyed the gauge of the Falcon's backup panel. It wasn't going to 
hold. Mulder, with a pair of Han's overalls pulled over the once white 
T-shirt and dark dress slacks, was trying to work a pair of hydrospanners. 
Han pushed himself wearily away from the panel on which he'd been leaning.  

     Han's lightheadedness was turning into outright dizziness. They'd been 
in hyperspace for quite a while, and were still hours out from Coruscant. 
But the Falcon, in true form, was limping her way home. None of the ship's 
systems had appreciated two rough rides through that vortex; no matter how 
short they'd been. And the 'experiments' with the coolant system hadn't 
helped. "Come on, we gotta get this level up if we don't want these babies 
to burn up under us. That'll have to wait." 

     Mulder's bloodshot eyes looked to Han's equally exhausted ones, "Sure," 
he said. This flying around in outer space was not all it was cracked up
to be. He followed Han to the engine chamber. Again.


     <MW> Earth

     The General puffed away on the ever present cigarette. The meeting would
convene soon. He waited at the head of the table, pleased with himself. 
He had captured the Wookiee from that renegade ship. It could be the tool he
needed to press his advantage. That traitor, One, would be punished for his
failure. Someone had gotten through the Gate. That someone had to have had a 
key. There were no more keys in the home galaxy, except for the keys One and 
his people possessed. The General had made sure that no one else on Earth, 
save himself, had access to the keys in this galaxy.   

      The General's mouth twisted with distaste when he thought of the way 
that One had broken the news to him. He had been shocked. Worse than the 
shock of it, was that his father, Palpatine, had been betrayed by Vader 
himself! The General remembered vividly the occasion when his father had 
informed him that Vader would be his right hand. He had been bitter. But 
it was with a bit of grim satisfaction that he considered his father's 
reaction when he returned. Palpatine would have to admit that his son had 
been correct. Blood ties could be stronger than force ties.

     Palpatine had sent him to this place when he had first began to acquire
power. To scout out this galaxy, to organize, to prepare, to conquer from 
within, to restart the work that had been left off so many years before by 
the ancient ones. It had taken time for him to build his Circle and acquire 
the needed materials for the ships. He had not needed his father's presence 
for the taking of this galaxy. The force was useful for some things. But, not
for all. The General's own hard work had gained him his power in this place.
This galaxy *would* be his. But, he had much more work to do. There were
other *visitors* to contend with, now. He didn't have the time or 
manpower to retake the Empire. If he were to leave, the other 
*visitors* would gain the upper hand in this galaxy. He had one option.
He would implement the plan his father had set in place so many years ago.

     The curtains rustled and four robed figures entered the darkened room.  
They glided across the floor to the table, standing to one side of it--
they chose not to sit. The hoods of the robes fully obscured their features. 
Anyone looking on might have thought they were a group of monks, for,
these little ones projected an image of height that they didn't have. 

     "Report," The General ordered disinterestedly. 

     One of the elfin men stepped forward and removed his hood. The gray skin
was slightly mottled green, showing that he was still 'young' among his kind.

     "Why are *you* here?" The general demanded in a softly ominous voice. 

     The elfin man held his ground. He was not afraid of the General. He
disliked him as intensely as One did. But, the deal had been made. 

     "He attends other matters," the elfin man said.

     The general blew his smoke down the length of the table. He liked it
better when he didn't have to see these creatures, only the evidence of their
work. Perhaps he should have kept better tabs on them over the years, so 
that this situation might have been avoided. But, he knew, they only told 
him what he directly asked. He suspected that One had found other 
'matters to attend to' because he did not wish to be punished. Perhaps One
had chosen not to inform him of Palpatine's death because he wanted the 
other galaxy for himself. 

     The General smiled a humorless smile. One did not know what he did. 
If he did, he would not have revealed his duplicity. One *would* be
punished for that indiscretion. 

     "Continue," he told the little man. 

     The little man's eyes narrowed. He would have to warn One. The General 
was too used to the humans inability to sense the emotions of others; humans
ignorant to the power of the force. The General was far too satisfied with 
himself. He was hiding a secret knowledge. It was vital to survival for the 
little man and his kind to know the General's secrets. 

     "Someone else has taken the Hinderer. The probe ship recorded it and a 
Correllian freighter jumping into hyperspace."

     "Where did it go?" the General asked. 

     "We are not sure, we believe it may have gone to the capital city of 
Coruscant." 

     "Why did you not follow?" 

     "You forget, we cannot enter the galaxy proper. *You* have not lived up 
to that part of the deal. You have not found a way to remove this... 
impediment." Only the slightest amount of bitterness crept into his voice. 

     "I do not forget." The General smiled. "Patience. Have you devised a 
plan to retrieve your companions and any...cargo?" 

     "One is working on that." 

     "*I* have devised a plan of my own." The General said dismissing One's  
work. Then, "there is another matter. The Correllian freighter came *here*.
I wonder how they gained a key to the Gate? Surely, there is not a leak in 
your association?" 

     The elfin man's color deepened dramatically.  
     
     The General continued, "I have captured one of them. A Wookiee, find out 
who he is, and bring the information back to me, he is a bit...uncooperative."
There were ways to make a Wookiee talk. But, none easily available on this 
planet. 

     "A Wookiee?" the elfin man asked surprised. "You have a Wookiee here?"

     The General looked icily at the little man. He would not stoop to repeat
himself. "Do you know something of it?" was all he asked. 

    "There is a certain Han Solo, husband to Leia Organa Solo, who is a member 
of the New Republic Council. He possesses a Correllian Freighter and a Wookiee
associate, Chewbacca. They are most influential people, known across the 
galaxy as heroes. If they have the Hinderer, matters are worse." 

     "Why is that?" the General asked, growing more irritated. One had warned
of rough times ahead.

     "Leia Organa Solo is sister to Luke Skywalker son of...yes," the little 
man nodded as the General began to catch on. 

     "Son of Anakin," he finished. Anakin Skywalker, Darth Vader, the one who
had betrayed his father. His children had stolen the Empire?! He remembered 
what his father had told him so long ago: 'The Skywalker's will leave a great
mark on the galaxy. Remember, son, keep your friends close, but your enemies 
closer.' The General forced the hardness from his face. The anger would
strengthen him, but he didn't want to give these ones the pleasure of seeing 
that they had affected him. A smile spread again. They would all pay. They 
didn't know what he knew. His father *would* avenge himself on the remaining 
Skywalkers. 



     <GFFA> CEstallia, somewhere in Central City


     Luke Skywalker lay stretched out on the lounge. CEstallia sat over 
him, watching him. He had known instinctively to trust her. Yoda had 
promised that he would when the time came. She had kept an eye on him in 
her meditations; he could still be trusted. His difficult time remained 
in his future.  

      CEstallia closed her eyes and joined him.   

   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

     Luke found himself standing on a path, the sound of running waters not
far in the distance. He could smell the delicate aroma of the flowers that 
peppered the nearby rock walls. CEstallia's double suns shone hazily through 
the treetops. 

     <What was in that tea?> he wondered. This would be a perfect place for   
meditation. The very atmosphere of the place inspired calmness, tranquillity.

     A moment later, CEstallia appeared. 

     "What is this--," he began to speak, but his voice echoed distorted and 
unnaturally loud. 

     CEstallia placed a finger over her lips, <your mind, young Skywalker. I 
will hear you.>

     <What is this place?> Luke asked, gesturing at the beautiful surroundings.
<It feels as if I'm really here. I can feel the wind, smell the flowers...>

     CEstalllia reached out a hand and plucked a berry. Handing it to Luke, 
she added, <and taste the fruit.>

     Luke popped the berry into his mouth. Lifting his brows he added, <and 
taste the fruit.>

     <This is a True Place. This planet is very special. It holds many 
secrets. Secrets that will remain secret.> She gave him a look full of 
meaning. <The tea contained an herb that grows out of the living rock. It 
has a...strange effect on the mind of a Jedi. It enhances sensory perception 
for a time. This place, is a garden near my home. Here, our thoughts can only 
be true. In your words, this is,> she raised her arms gesturing at all that 
surrounded them, <a dream.> 

      Luke's eyes widened. <A dream...but how...?> 

      <True CEstallia provides it, I speak for her.> Seeing that Luke's
questioning look only deepened, she continued. <She is the essence of 
our world. CEstallia lives, she's alive. Those native to CEstallia are a part
of her, are truly CEstallian. There is only one true CEstallia and I am her 
spokesperson.

      <But, our time grows short and I have much to tell you. Come, let's be 
comfortable.> She led him to a rocky outgrowth that was just the right height 
for sitting and began her story. 

      <A very long time ago, a type of Gate was created by my ancestors. It 
was made of the living rock of this world. They were trying to find a way to 
speed up interstellar travel. The Gates were made to simulate nature. 
Wormholes, to be precise. Wormholes connect two points of space, but they are,
by nature, unpredictable. But our Gates were meant to be stable. They were 
placed at seven precise points within our galaxy. 

     These Gates are tapped into the Galactic Infinity, or Subspace as it's 
now referred to. The project was plagued by many problems. One of them being
the need of a mind, a living Jedi mind to make the Gates work. The chosen mind 
did not have to be willing. Within the Infinity the power of a force wielding
mind is amplified to an unreadable degree. The project was eventually shut 
down do to certain unforeseeable...complications. Also there was danger 
involved in placing that much power in the hands of a single Jedi mind for 
any extended period of time. 

      A Jedi leader, one Domar Topeth a man very strong in the ways of the force, 
did not wish the project to end. He felt that with the help of the Gate 
technology he could create a 'Super Jedi' one capable of teleporting from one 
point in the Galaxy to another. He felt that it exists naturally in our minds, 
the knowledge to do so and that we only need to tap into it. Most disregarded him 
and his work as ludicrous. Until he proposed a demonstration. 

     He used children in his experiments. He felt that their minds were still
open to the possibilities. He was able to train them, through the use of 
focusing cylinders, to teleport from room to room. And it worked. He tried to 
expand their range. Unfortunately, they lost themselves. They could not focus 
against the infinity. Their life...left them.> CEstallia paused to release a 
heavy sigh as she recalled a painful memory. Pushing it aside, she continued.

     <Domar, unable to handle the horror of what he had done, left in a self 
imposed exile. No one ever saw him again. That was more than a thousand years 
ago.

     <Only a handful of Jedi Masters knew of the location of the Gates. 
I, alone knew on this world. Yoda was also aware of the location as he
and I saw fit to use them. 

     <A group of young Jedi, led by a descendent of Domar, also called Domar, 
discovered the family secret and sought to revive the Super Jedi 
experiments. He found Topeth's hidden laboratory in his family's old 
ancestral home. The young Jedi followed him willingly. Since, they were
young and inexperienced, they easily fell to the dark side.  

     <They captured the minds of Jedi children, and imprisoned them to do
their bidding. We were unable to stop them, since barriers had been erected
in the children's minds and the leaders used them against us. 

     <What had originally been a small band of outlaw Jedi, was becoming
a threat to the galaxy. They were preparing to take control. Had they been
properly trained, we might not have been able to stop them.  But, the leaders
were young and overly anxious. We were able to capture them. We had to 
act quickly because they were calling the children to them. We could not 
fight the children. So, for the first time in over 900 years a Gate was 
activated. 

      <We exiled them there, within the infinity, on a small world ship. No 
prison would hold them for long if they still possessed the power to call 
to the children.  So, you see, there was no other choice. The Gates, which
had given them their power, became their prison.        

     <With the dark Jedi leaders out of the way, the children returned to 
normal and we were able to repair the damage that had been done.  
The dark Jedi had placed cylinders in their bodies, containing the
living rock I spoke of earlier. It allowed them to call to the children from 
anywhere in the galaxy. To control them.

     <Your children, the ones you brought here, contain cylinders that are 
very similar to the ones used by Topeth. We can repair your children, but, I 
fear, someone is again using Gate technology. This time, the Gates must be 
destroyed. >

     Luke had listened intently to CEstallia's tale; he'd had no idea. Yoda
had made no mention of such things. He again wondered just how old this woman
was. 

     <Yoda would not have told you of these things. They were difficult times.
He had to imprison many of his own. And as for the question of my age, I am as
old as True CEstallia. Each Matriarch at the time of her death, chooses her 
successor. Her knowledge is passed on to the next. I have the knowledge of all
those who have been Matriarch of CEstallia. But, you have information that I 
need. These children, where did they come from?>

     Luke told her of finding the beacon in the Palace and of his experiences
with the young woman they'd found with the children. He told of the great
distance across which he'd been able to reach her in hyperspace and of 
the brilliant white hot barrier in her mind. 

      CEstallia nodded <Yes, then it's true. That which you described is a 
focusing cylinder such as Domar used. You must take care in future, your 
mind could have been lost. The Galactic Infinity is dangerous. Beautiful,
seductive and unrelenting, it will steal your mind. The beacon itself must
have saved you. It must have provided a path for your mind.>

     Luke nodded, listening intently. It had been a fantastic story. He 
wanted to know more about these people. The CEstallians were so mysterious. 
Such a major technology...hidden. A sudden thought occurred to him. 

     <Was Emperor Palpatine one of the Jedi Masters who knew of the location
of the Gates?> He had to have known, how else would the beacon have been 
in the War room?

      <He was not. I have heard that he had a way of gaining knowledge once
secret. I did not have cause to meet him.>

     <If Palpatine knew of the Gates, there could be a whole fleet over there
to make sure no one tries to take it.> Luke said. <If he knew, I'm surprised 
he didn't come here to steal your world so no one else could have it.>

     <No one can live within the Gate for any long period of time. The exiled 
ones were altered so that they could survive it. CEstallia will not allow the 
dark side to harm her children. She has been my haven during the storm that  
nearly caused our extinction. She watches and protects. She has decided that  
the Gate must be silenced. And you are to be the one to do it.>  

     CEstallia got to her feet and began walking in the direction of the 
running water. 

     Luke paused. Silenced? That had been an odd word to use. He got up to 
follow CEstallia's retreating form. <Wait a minute... >

     <I know you have questions and I will answer them, but our time here 
grows short.> She turned to face him. <Will you help us? Will you destroy the 
Gates?> 

     Luke looked at her. She was waiting for his answer as if she already knew
what it would be, but was allowing him to say it for himself. 

     <You already know that I will.> Never mind that he had never even seen a 
Gate much less had a clue how to go about destroying one.

     She gave Luke an almost seductive smile before turning back toward the 
waters. <Good, Jedi, now we can go.>

     < Go? Go where?> Luke was both stunned and mystified. An odd sensation 
had come over him when she'd smiled; he'd lost his train of thought. 

      CEstallia sighed, pausing but turning only her head. <To destroy the 
Gate, of course.>


end part nine.


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From: JackeeC <74363.2566@CompuServe.COM>
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: NEW: XJEDI VOL TWO! 10/24
Date: 23 Jan 1996 03:47:25 GMT


XJEDI 10  

DISCLAIMER: Disclaimer is still in force from way, way back there
someplace.

	<MW>  Earth, Silver Springs, Maryland
 
	Asst. Director Walter Skinner dialed the very familiar
cellular number  of Agent Scully for the fifth time in the past
hour. Strange things tended to happen to Agent Mulder's phone,
on an oddly regular basis. But, for him to be unable to reach
them at Scully's number was quite irregular. In light of his
last communication with Agent Mulder, Skinner was beginning to
feel more than a little uneasy. 

	 "...your party has either turned off the unit or is out of
range.  Recording C-12." The all too familiar recording echoed in
Skinner's  ear.       
   
	 With a sharp jab, Skinner shut off the cordless. Running a hand
over his head, he tried to figure what he should do. There weren't 
many options open to him. Who was he kidding? There weren't any 
options. There was literally no one he could call to assist in 
a search. The local authorities might not appreciate his 
interference should they find out he'd sent his agents to aid
a, now, wanted woman out of the state. Of course, he could always 
use the excuse that Ms. Manning had requested his assistance 
before the bulletin had gone out. But now, his agents were 
missing, Ms. Manning was missing, and his hands were effectively
tied. So, unless he wanted to cast more suspicion on Ms. Manning
he'd have to move forward on his own. Quietly. 

	That decision made, Skinner dressed quickly in shorts and a
sweatshirt. He grabbed a small bundle that he'd prepared and headed
out into the brisk night air, hoping that any watching eyes would              
assume that he was out for a late evening run along his usual
route.
 
	When Skinner reached the lights of a small shopping center,           
he strayed from his routine. Instead of heading back toward home,
he went into the shopping plaza. The glass front of an all night
deli provided excellent rear surveillance while he pretended to
monitor his heart rate. No one appeared too curious about his 
movements.

	 Skinner continued along the street at a walk and stepped into
the dim confines of a video store. A minute later, he slipped out
the back door, his wallet minus twenty dollars, and a quarter
for the phone call to the cab company. Thirty minutes later, he
slipped behind the wheel of a deep green Pontiac. Skinner paused only
to pull the sweat pants over his shorts before he started the 
car. A sense of urgency had come over him, it had taken longer  
than expected to get to through the formalities without using his 
F.B.I. credentials.

	A knock came at the window of his passenger side door.
Hiding his surprise was a futile effort. The figure of the man
he saw there did not fill him with happy thoughts or lessen his
feeling of urgency. If anything, the bearded man increased
them.

	Skinner sighed, resigned. He deactivated the lock to                     
allow the bearded man entry, and waited for the man to
speak.

	"Drive," the bearded man spoke. 
	
	Skinner swallowed the urge to just say no and started the
car. He drove casually through the lot, heading for the freeway.
		    
	"Were you contacted?" the bearded man asked. 
	
	"Yes." 
	
	"Something has gone wrong?" 
	
	"I don't know. " 
	
	"I'm going with you." 
	
	Skinner pulled over to the side of the freeway and slammed
on the brakes.  "No thanks." 
	
	"She's my daughter. Who's she with?" 
	    
	"Take a guess." 
	
	The bearded man looked stonily ahead. "I'm going. You owe
me."       
	
	Skinner looked down with a sigh. He took his foot off the 
break and continued down the freeway.                                                    
 

	   Millennium Falcon


	"Any idea how to fly one of these?" Han asked from the
pilot's seat of the Millennium Falcon. With Mulder's help
he'd managed to get the Falcon mostly stabilized. But,  
because propping himself against walls was no longer working, 
Han had decided that they'd done all they could do
for the still over-heating engines. Unfortunately, sitting was 
having its problems, too. The room was beginning to turn in a 
a slow spin.      
									   
	Mulder had taken the co-pilots seat and, though he was
exhausted, was looking over all the instrumentation with a
childish gaze of wonder.  The urge to start pushing buttons
and flipping switches was almost too much, even considering
the potential disaster with the storage room control pad. 

	"Not a clue..." Mulder's voice trailed off and his grin
faded at seeing his new friend's features start to go lax. "Han,
are you all right?" he asked, worried.
 
	"I... don't think I'm gonna make it, friend," Han's words 
slurred as he leaned back into the seat. He knew they should
be coming out of hyperspace near Coruscant soon. Han fought to 
just hold on until they were due to pull out of hyperspace...
 
	 Mulder grabbed the comlink lying on the side console. 
"Scully, get up here."
	
	The computer's count-down started. Han saw the numbers
counting down from thirty and beginning to blur. He wasn't going
to make it.  That lever," he whispered, trying to point with
his good arm. "Push it when you hear the countdown get to two,
those levers...translator track...del...ay..." Han's voice was 
determined, but faded as the drugs gave up their fight for 
consciousness.  

	 "It's all right," Mulder nodded, patting Han's arm to reassure 
him, before he punched the button. Immediately the translator
tracked the audible countdown of the navigational computer.
	
	Seconds later, the approaching sounds of Scully and Artoo
could be heard as they came through the cockpit's rear door. The
voice continued to count,  first in Basic and then in English.
"Seventeen...Sixteen...Fifteen." Mulder watched the unfamiliar
symbols changing.
 
	 Scully saw Han and knew right away what had happened. His
body's natural processes had finally taken over. Unfortunately,
those natural processes could not save him. Immediate medical
attention was his only hope. These were the things that went 
through Scully's mind as she took the vital signs Han hadn't 
allowed her to take earlier. "Seven...Six...Five..." 
She pushed the sound of the translator counting backward from 
her mind as she peeked under Han's jacket to examine the wound.
	
	"Mulder!" Scully exclaimed.
	
	"Just a sec," Mulder responded distractedly.

	"Three...Two..." He pulled the levers. The whirling tunnel 
of the vortex that was hyperspace dissipated and returned to the
star field of normal space.
	
	"This man is infected!" Scully exclaimed. Mulder left the
ship's levers and leaned over beside his partner as she 
examined the man they'd come to know as Han Solo.

 

	<MW> Earth, USA


	A young medical technician stood outside the chamber that
held the creature. He had been brought here the night before,
during her off shift. This was curious because this ward was
generally reserved for the criminally insane. 
   
        THE man had been here. Mandy would know that even if she
hadn't passed him on her way out of her most recent disciplinary 
hearing with Dr. Brunswick, who, friend of the family or not, had 
it in for her. The smell of THE man's particularly strong brand
of cigarettes lingered in the air, hearalding his presence like a 
noxious cologne.
     
	THE man always visited Brunswick whenever a John or 
Jane Doe appeared on the insane ward. Just like clockwork, when
this poor creature had arrived, so had THE man.
 
	According to office gossip, this poor creature was cursed
with a genetic illness that caused him to grow excessive hair.
He even went as far as actually believing he was an ape man. He
didn't even speak. Looking at him, she could see why. He looked
like a Big Foot to her.

	   THE man had only just left 'Big Foot's' chamber. If 'Big 
Foot' followed the pattern of other patients the man had talked 
to, he'd be transferred as suddenly as he'd appeared. 

	 Now, she stood in the door and watched the creature. It was
time for her to deliver his meal. Usually meal delivery was
timed shortly after a dose of sedative, but the man had
interrupted his scheduled dosage. And so Big Foot's meds 
had lapsed.
 
	Big Foot's head rested forlornly in his hands. He seemed
more lost than anything else. Looking down at the food tray in
her hands, she knew she should just put it on the slot and push
the button that would ferry the tray into the chamber, but
something held her back.

	Her father, who worked for the state department and had
gotten her this job, had told her to mind her own business. But
she couldn't help it, she had inherited her mother's curious 
nature. She simply had to find out more about this creature.

	Finally, she put the tray in the slot and sent it on its way
into the chamber. Turning, she headed off to do some digging.


	<GFFA> CEstallia, Somewhere in Central City

	Luke Skywalker opened his eyes and found himself again on a
lounge chair in CEstallia's chambers. He sat up and looked
around. One sun seemed to have set; it was noticeably dimmer
outside. The wind still billowed through the delicate curtains,
but there was a slight chill to the air. He could see CEstallia
standing out on the deck.

	Luke pushed himself up from the chair and stepped out
after her. The deck was built directly into the rock of
the fall. Nothing but air hung between the deck and the foam
covered rock at the bottom of the falls.  A fine mist sprayed 
the deck and its inhabitants, yet footing was not awkward or
slippery. The rock out here appeared to have sponginess that  
gently held ones feet to the ground.

	"Is all of CEstallia this densely covered with falls?" Luke
asked, noting that he hadn't had to raise his voice to be heard.
  
	CEstallia shook her head, "No. Only Central City is this
way. Of course there are other falls, but not like this. This is
the heart of CEstallia. You were privileged with a very special
view of our world. Most arrivals to Central City from off world
are scheduled at night or at least half dusk."

	 Luke looked out over the darkening landscape. "It's very 
beautiful here, peaceful. Is that intentional?"

	CEstallia looked at him and then smiled, "You've stumbled on
our secret. The rest of the planet is like most any
other planet. But, here, there is more peacefulness, as you say,
than usual. It's very helpful to those we treat."

	The second sun dipped almost out of sight now. Luke had let
the tranquillity of the place relax him. But now, a thought
suddenly returned to him. <Aren't we supposed to be going
someplace?> he asked, as the memories of the...dream? began to
wash over him.

	CEstallia continued to stare ahead at the second sun. <Yes,
I needed to know that you would be ready whenever it became
necessary.>

	The second sun slipped the last millimeter, the brilliant
colors of the sunset fading as the moons took prominence in the
night. CEstallia turned away from the view, distracted. 
Finally, she refocused gray eyes on him. "You should return 
to your rooms."   

	
	Coruscant  
	

	"Millennium Falcon, please transmit authorization code," an
official sounding voice said over the ship's intercom.
 

	Mulder and Scully looked at each other. Authorization code?  

	Mulder turned to Artoo, "You wouldn't happen to have a spare 
authorization code would you?" 

	Artoo responded with a barrage of beeps and whistles that
the translator, as usual, completely ignored. 

	Mulder sighed heavily and looked at the control panels
before and around him. "All right," he said and began flipping
switches, "Hello..." he called  between buttons. "Hello...is
anyone out there? Take me to your leader..."

	  Artoo spun his eye toward the strange human. Deciding this 
was getting them nowhere, he linked into the Falcon's computer to 
initiate the return audio. Unfortunately, droids weren't given 
authorization codes.

	 "What was that Falcon?" the voice replied. 
	 
	 "Hello?!" Mulder replied, looking back at Scully with a
self-satisfied grin. Without much of a clue, he'd managed to
contact this planet. What luck. 

	Scully raised a sarcastic brow and gestured her head in 
Artoo's direction. 

	Mulder shrugged. Can't win 'em all. 

	"Falcon, transmit authorization code, please." 

	"Uhh...We don't know what it is. Captain...?" Mulder paused,
that's what everyone who had their own ship in the movies
was called, "Captain Solo has been injured. He needs medical
attention." 

	"Falcon, stand by," the voice replied.

	"Soon, would be better, Mulder." Scully said from her
patient's side.       

	"Uh...Planet...?" Mulder called out again. 

	"Go ahead, Falcon." 

	"It's urgent." 



	 Luke Skywalker's Exercise Room, Imperial Palace



	Leia Organa Solo was attempting to relieve some of the 
tension that had built up over the past few days. It had begun 
with that strange beacon that had the strange effect on Luke. 
Then, those poor children... And Han and Chewie were still 
missing. Now, she couldn't even get in touch with Luke.

	 So, here she stood, in Luke's exercise room, dressed in a 
dark tunic much like the one Luke wore under his Jedi robe. Luke 
was always urging her to practice her Jedi skills, anyway. 

	She ignited her lightsaber after Luke's practice remote
came to life. Immediately the sphere shaped remote shot a beam at 
her, which she blocked with the blade of her saber. Sparks
flashed and disintegrated into the air.

	 As the remote whirred around to her left, Leia changed her
stance and managed to block the beam that shot in her direction. 
But just when her confidence was starting to rise, the remote whirlled
to her other side, shooting off beams all along its path and dropping 
to floor level. Moving the saber in an arc, she caught most of the 
beams--except the one that got through and stung her on the thigh. 
"Ow!" she exclaimed, before making a hasty lunge to duck the next
volley of beams that bore down on her previous location. What was
that thing set for? Luke must have taught it some new tricks.

	Determined, she took her stance as it spun to track her
position. Again, she only deflected some of the beams--two got 
her in the ribs.  She gritted her teeth, tightening her grip on 
the saber. This floating ball was *not* going to get the best 
of her. 

	Three stings and a minute later, she realized that
the angrier she grew , the more hits she took from the ball.

	 Closing her eyes, she focused her mind on the force. She
could feel its energy flowing through her. The room vanished.
Calm settled over her. Her eyes were still closed when the
remote's beams shot in toward her with lightning speeds and almost
unconsciously she blocked it, and every one that followed...  

	She was surprised when twenty minutes later and covered with
sweat, she noticed that the door chimes were ringing for the 
third time.

	Shutting down the remote, she turned toward the
door. "Come in." 

	"Madame," a messenger droid spoke, "your presence is 
requested urgently in the Palace Control Towers."
    

	CEstallia


	The guard completely ignored Luke as he left CEstallia's
quarters. He wondered if he'd passed some test and was now
allowed to wander on his own. As much as he would have liked to
look around, CEstallia had sent him to his quarters for a
reason. Perhaps later...

	Luke stepped into the lift he'd arrived on earlier. But,
before he could enter a destination, it took off of its own
accord. Luke chuckled softly to himself. So much for being
allowed to wander.

	When the lift's doors opened, he stepped out into the
familiar surroundings of his assigned suite. The doors slid shut
behind him. What? There had been no lift in his room! 

	Luke turned to find that the entrance into the lift was now
a seamless  wall. There was no evidence that there had ever been
a doorway there. He ran a hand over the surface of the wall.
Nothing.

	Reaching out with the force, he probed at it. 

	"STOP!" Again, the voice. 

	"Who *was* that?" Luke wondered to himself, eyes searching
for a presence. That voice was disconcerting, but there was no
one there. With a calming breath, he turned away from the wall.
The secret would have to remain secret for now.

	The sight of the blinking light at the message center was no
surprise. Luke went to see who had needed to contact him; maybe
there was news from Han and Chewie.
	
	Coruscant, Imperial Control Towers

	Leia didn't take time to change before going to the Control
Towers, since the droid had said the summons was urgent. But, that
didn't keep some of the controllers from giving her dark tunic 
and lightsaber odd looks.
   
	She brushed a few damp tendrils of dark hair from her 
forehead and got down to business. She'd worn stranger outfits 
than this one.   

	"What is it, Controller?" she asked, approaching the control
panel.  

	"Madame, a ship, whose identification carrier suggests that 
it's the Falcon,  is approaching. But, it has not submitted an 
authorization code and insists that it can't."  The Controller 
was obviously young and diligent, and didn't want to make any 
mistakes. 

	Recently, Grand Admiral Thrawn had gone through the trouble
of using a replica of the Falcon to trick them. The Controller
had no doubt heard the story.

	"Is the channel open?" Leia asked.

	"Yes, Ma'am," the young Controller replied. 

	Leia flipped the switch to send. Not knowing what to expect,
she decided it was best not to identify herself.  

	"Falcon, please report, why are you unable to transmit
authorization?" 

	"We don't know what it is, and since the Captain is 
unconscious, it doesn't appear that he's likely to tell us," A 
male voice responded after a pause. Leia thought she detected a 
hint of impatience. Also, she caught the sound of Artoo's excited
beeping, but couldn't make out anything he'd said.  

	"Do we have a visual?" Leia asked the Controller. 

	"Just coming into range," He nodded, directing her to a
screen to the  right. The image of the Falcon appeared. The
visual of the internals of the ship faded into view.

	Leia paused when she saw the man on the other side. His face
was smudged and dirty. A couple of days growth of beard showed on
his jaw and he wasn't looking into the viewer pickup, but off to
the side. 

	"Falcon," Leia said, "Stand by." 

	She saw him roll his eyes in frustration. "Red tape...a
universal invariant." He spoke meaningfully to someone
out of the range of the pickup. His words appeared to be 
delayed from the visual feed as if he spoke through a translator.

	Turning away from the viewer, Leia reached out to the force.
She could feel Han's presence. But something was wrong. His mind
was quiet. Too quiet.  

	"Falcon," Leia spoke again, forcing the anxiety out of her 
voice, "where's Chewie?" She couldn't decide if this were a trap. 
But the force never lied: it was true, something was wrong with 
Han. And this man, certainly didn't look like any of the Empire's
agents that she'd ever seen.  But, she had a responsibility. She 
had to be sure. 

	"They took him," the man said. "We barely got out of there,
ourselves."

	  Leia stood silent for a second thinking. What would Luke
do?  

	The man seemed to have found the correct video pickup spot. 
He was staring directly at it. Leia looked at his eyes.  He 
didn't look dangerous, he simply looked tired. 
	
	"Let them through," she told the Controller, still staring
at the man.  

	"Yes, Ma'am," he replied. He turned to the console to 
implement the necessary commands...

	"Artoo, can you land on the Security deck?" Leia asked,
speaking to the droid.

	Artoo beeped a short whistled response.   

	Leia sighed deeply, only partly relieved; the Falcon and Han 
were home, but the difficult issues of Han's injuries and 
Chewie's whereabouts and the strangers on the Falcon remained. 
Leia sighed again, collecting herself. Briskly, she arranged for 
a medical team to meet her on the Security deck. 

end part ten.
	

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From: JackeeC <74363.2566@CompuServe.COM>
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: NEW: XJEDI VOL TWO! 11/24
Date: 23 Jan 1996 03:48:21 GMT


Disclaimer: ditto...

XJEDI part 11 (vol. 2)


     <MW> Earth


     The young medical technician slipped into the records office. A stern 
looking woman sat before a terminal, glasses half down her nose. 

     "Whatcha doing Maggie?" the young technician asked, peeping over the 
woman's shoulder. The monitor screen showed the prescribed medications for 
the patients in the wing.

     "Same thing you should be doing, Mandy," the woman spoke dryly, not 
turning around. "Working." 

     "I'm on break," the girl declared, leaning onto the woman's shoulder, 
making little pretense of not reading the screen. "Whoa! Look at how much 
Cordicorinal they're giving Big Foot," she said, spoiling what pretense there
had been. "That should be enough to put down an elephant."

     Maggie turned in her chair, eyeing the girl. "Don't let them hear you 
saying that if you want to keep your job." The woman spoke softly, hoping 
Mandy would take the hint and do the same. 

     "Why?" Mandy asked, speaking barely above a whisper. "What does it
matter what I call him?"

     Maggie eyed her for a minute, then suggestively directed her toward a 
side terminal with her eyes. At Mandy's wink of acknowledgment, Maggie went 
back to work. "Watch yourself, kiddo," she shot over her shoulder. 

     Five minutes later Mandy sat before the monitor pretending to read a 
journal. She 'accidentally' hit a key, deactivating the screen blanker.  
Her eyes slowly rose to the information on the screen. Her mouth dropped, 
magazine forgotten, as she saw the blood work results on the strange man 
she'd called 'Big Foot'.

     Her eyes tracked down the screen. She reached out a hand to
page down for additional information, jerking back when she heard the sound
of voices entering the office.  

     "What are you doing in my chair?" a disapproving voice asked. 
     
     "Reading. What does it look like?" Mandy replied lightly, moving away 
from the monitor, making a point of dropping the magazine on the keyboard. 
"Have your chair. I've got meals to deliver anyway."

*   *   *   *   *   *

     Mandy rolled the meal cart down the corridor toward her ward. The meals
were prepared for each patient. The dinner label for the man she'd come to 
think of as 'Big Foot' was marked 'John Doe 2'.  

     She frowned at that, she couldn't remember ever having two John Doe's
simultaneously on the criminal insane ward. At least, not two who'd arrived 
under mysterious circumstances. She shrugged it off. The other did look a 
bit loony. A short man in his late forties or early fifties with a shock
of dark hair that stood at all angles. The rumor was that he'd arrived with
a pocket protector. Not, in her estimation, the sign of a criminal mind. 

     Peeking under the tray lid, she saw that Big Foot would be dining on 
Salisbury steak, mashed potatoes, green beans and an apple. 

     When Mandy reached Big Foot's room, it was to find that he was sitting 
despondently against a wall. The doctors must have given him another dose 
of Cordicorinal to make him manageable. She put the tray in the slot opening
and watched as it was ferried into the room. 

      Big Foot looked up with dull eyes as the tray appeared through the food 
slot. The spoon the staff allowed was engulfed by his hand, causing his fur 
to drag through his plate as he ate. A low mournful sound escaped his mouth 
before he set the tray aside, unfinished.

     Mandy stood outside the glass looking sadly at him. She wondered what his
crime had been to cause him to be labeled criminally insane. He'd been heavily 
medicated since the moment he'd arrived. Where had he come from? Why wasn't 
he wearing any clothes? Logically, if they were trying to convince him he was 
human, clothes would have only served to enforce that point. To leave a human 
without clothing was demeaning. Why did he look like he didn't belong here? 
Something did not fit. 

     A shocking thought occurred to Mandy. What if he really was Big Foot?
She immediately dismissed the idea. Then, she allowed it to settle again in 
her mind. She watched him more closely. He was so tall, so very *un-human*... 
Mandy stood up straight as if shocked. He was Big Foot! It all began to add 
up. His lack of clothing, along with the heavy medication and security all 
proved the point in her mind. The government had found him and brought him 
here. This was, after all, a government owned facility. Her mind began to 
race as the idea took hold. 

     They were probably going to do experiments on him and had separated him 
from his family and the only home he knew. 'Normandy Diane Newman,' she said 
to herself, 'you have to *save* him.' 

     
     <GFFA> 
     

     Ben settled into the pilot's seat of the Cruiser. He'd delivered the
last doctor of the team to the planet. The last phase of the plan was in 
place. His grandfather, the great Emperor Palpatine, would live again. Now, he 
had one other thing to do before he returned to his father. The signal was 
still coming in clearly. He adjusted the ship's navicomputer to the 
coordinates displayed.
 


     Coruscant


     Leia stood watching as the Falcon's repulser engines cut in and the 
Falcon settled gently to the floor of the landing bay. She forced herself 
to stand still as the ramp lowered. A medical team stood by with a 
deactivated hoverbed. 

     Mulder stood at the top of the ramp gazing at the small group of people 
in the hangar. Three of the group looked human, but one was definitely alien. 
Artoo had been by Mulder's side. Now, the little droid rolled jauntily down 
the ramp and out of the bay. Leia watched him go, he was probably looking for 
Luke.

     Mulder began to descend the Falcon's ramp. Leia recognized him as the 
man who'd contacted Coruscant Control. She also noticed that he was dressed 
in what looked like Han's old overalls. Leia stepped toward him without 
hesitation. "Where's Han?" she asked anxiously. 

     Mulder looked down at her, the voice was familiar. And he recognized 
Han's name, but he wasn't really sure of the rest of her words. The range 
of the translator didn't seem to extend to the bottom of the ramp. So he just 
gestured that she follow him and lead her back the way he'd come. 

     "My partner didn't think it was wise for me to try to carry him," Mulder 
turned to informed Leia on the way to the front of the ship.

     Leia looked at him for a second, trying to figure out why he wasn't 
making any sense. When his voice came out of the com system, in Basic, she 
realized Han still hadn't told her everything about the Falcon. 

     "Thank you, for bringing him home," she said distractedly still gazing
into the air. Then she pushed on past him toward the front of the ship, not 
pausing to see if the medical team followed. 

     The medical team, consisting of two humans and a Gamorrean, took Leia's
entry into the ship as their cue. The Gamorrean hung back to activate the 
hoverbed's air pocket, while the rest of the team went ahead to assess the 
patient. 

     Mulder hesitated in the corridor near the ramp. The woman seemed to know 
where she was going. And he had a feeling she knew Han quite well and thus 
his ship. He'd seen this planet's version of EMT's standing at the bottom of 
the ramp. So out of ingrained procedure, he waited to direct them toward 
their patient.

     "This way," he gestured to the human who entered the rampway first.

     Rae sat on a bunk in a room off the main corridor. She'd seen a dark 
haired woman rush pass. Now, she watched as Mulder passed along also toward 
the front of the ship. She figured if she just sat there, the entire situation
would go away--or perhaps she'd wake up with this nightmare behind her. Rae
closed her eyes and pinched herself. When she opened them, not only was she 
still on the ship, but a white bed was floating along the corridor followed 
by a green humanoid with pig like facial features and large hooked fangs 
spilling over his bottom lip. So, she did the only logical thing she could do
under the circumstances. She screamed. 

      Mulder spun toward the sound to see what had happened. The medical team
came to a full stop. The young tech operating the floating bed forgot to 
direct its remote mechanism to halt and so it continued on its path toward
Mulder's midsection. The technician caught himself and managed to halt the 
bed before it actually hit Mulder. But still, the shock of seeing a floating 
bed was a bit unexpected. Alien bounty hunters he'd dealt with. Giant sucking 
sewer creatures he'd faced. Interstellar travel he'd believed. But the 
floating bed... Suddenly the absolute bizzareness of their situation fell 
upon him. Everything he'd believed in, hoped in, had been affirmed. This ship 
and this planet were absolute, living proof that he'd been right. He had to 
sit. He sank to the floor where he'd stood.

     "Sorry, I wasn't expecting..." Rae said apologetically to one of the 
human techs. Realization dawned on him and he directed the team forward. 
One of the team members stopped to examine Mulder who was now sitting, 
stunned, on the floor. 

      Scully stood back to allow the dark haired woman, who'd launched 
herself into the close quarters of the cockpit, access to her patient. 
She had a feeling this was the wife or girlfriend.  

      Leia bent over Han and placed a hand on his face. His skin was pale and 
clammy. "Don't you even think about leaving me, Nerf herder," she whispered
softly. 

      Scully took in the scene silently. The translator had given her the 
gist of what the woman had said. The term of endearment, though, was lost 
on her. 

      Scully's entire body jerked when she heard Rae's scream. She scooted 
through the doorway that led from the cockpit. There, she saw Rae sitting 
on the bed, now calm. And what appeared to be a human-alien medical team 
approaching the cockpit, a floating bed trailing between the two of them. 
That was when Scully realized that she was going to have to do a *lot* of 
creative arranging of the facts on her field report if she didn't want to 
be laughed out of the Hoover building.  

     She followed Rae's gaze and found Mulder sitting on the floor behind 
her. Another of the medical techs was bent over him, apparently gauging his
vital signs. At least, that's what she hoped he was doing with the 
flat instrument he was waving over Mulder's head. She stooped beside him 
and informed the tech that she was a doctor and would look after him. 

     The tech shrugged and went off after his companions. 

     Dana Scully turned toward her partner. He was flushed and glassy 
eyed. "Mulder, are you all right?" she asked, brushing bangs back off his
damp forehead. 

     A grin spread across his face as he looked at her, a slight giggle 
slipping past his lips. "Scully," he said, "We're on another planet!" 

     Dana Scully swallowed. The unreality of the situation was sinking in. 
She'd dealt with her own feelings during her time with the coolant fluid 
and had decided just to move forward and not think too hard on it. 
But, she knew Mulder, she would need to ground him before he did
something she would regret. But, how did you ground someone when you
really *were* on another planet?

      Mulder began speaking before she could come up with a proper response. 
"Scully, do you realize *we're aliens*?" 

     Dana Scully looked into her partner's wide, excited gaze and slowly 
nodded. It was too late. It was already time for damage control. "Mulder, 
we've got to get home," she stated as calmly and rationally as she could. 

     A confused expression crossed Mulder's face. Why would he want to go
home? There was an entire world to explore and there were aliens, 
nice aliens from the look of it. 

     "But, Scully," he began, gesturing around them, "this opportunity..." 
He couldn't find words to encompass it all. 

     "Mulder," Scully insisted trying to catch his eyes, "people are going to
be looking for us. We would be missed. Rae would be missed. Our duty is
clear, Mulder." Scully watched her partner as a little of the light died in 
his eyes. 

     "Not for me, Scully. Those duties were left on a planet far away. They 
don't apply here. But, don't worry. I'll make sure you and Rae get home." 

     Mulder saw Scully's mouth clamp shut. This discussion wasn't finished, 
but she needed time to regroup. He knew she hadn't seen that one coming. 
Honestly, he hadn't either. But, it was true, he did want to stay here. 
Nothing waited for him back home. Scully, he would miss, but she'd be 
better off without him, anyway.

     He looked down the corridor, toward the open ramp. This place called to 
him in a way he couldn't explain. Working and talking with Han had felt so  
natural. Here, he felt that he could fit in. 

     Scully was stunned by Mulder's admission. She knew that he really didn't
have any family to speak of and his life was his work. Here, all of his 
beliefs were affirmed. But, she couldn't let him be so reckless. 

     "Mulder," she started reasonably, "you haven't even set foot off this 
ship. How can you know what it's really like? How do you know that they don't
have secrets to hide, too?"

     Mulder looked back at his partner. She had folded her arms and set 
herself firmly in her position. How could he explain what he could feel in
his bones? He gave her a soft smile, knowing what she was trying to do. He 
didn't want to fight with her about it. 

     "Everyone has secrets, Scully," he said softly, pushing himself up 
from the floor.

     The hoverbed floated out of the room behind them and off down the 
ramp where two uniformed men stood. When the group from Earth exited 
they gestured that they follow them. 
     

     < Alpha Point Base >


     One, also known as Domar, stood silently staring out into the void. 
There were no stars here. He missed the stars. The world ship was a poor 
imitation of his home world. If he closed his eyes he could smell the deep, 
pungent odor of the marshes. But when he opened them again, he only smelled 
recycled air. 

     One hated what his brother, Yoda, had done to him. They were part of 
the most ancient race in the galaxy. They were it's rightful rulers. Yoda, 
though, had rejected that idea and thus had also rejected One. 

     When Palpatine had come so long ago promising to return them to 
their rightful places, they'd readily made the deal. Palpatine had taken in 
their knowledge, ancient knowledge of which precious few even knew
existed.  

     The portal between the two galaxies had been labeled a myth. One had 
known it to be true, his people had once traveled freely between the sister 
galaxies. That had been millennia ago, long before the Great War. Palpatine
had also learned of the truth. When he'd found the location of the Gates, 
he knew he could restart the work of the ancients. The ancients spoke of 
one who would control the fate of both galaxies. One felt that he was 
that individual.

     One closed his eyes in meditation. He felt the deep, rich tones of the  
dark side flow through him. It made him feel powerful, invincible. But, there
was trouble ahead. One had seen it in his meditations before. There was an 
ending coming for him. An ending brought by a Skywalker. He had to make 
sure that Skywalker came to his own end. 


     <MW> Earth, Charlotte, North Carolina

 
     Walter Skinner drove in silence along darkened streets.
He and his traveling companion had driven to Richmond and caught a flight 
to Charlotte. He'd kept his companion in sight at all times during their
journey and was fairly certain that they hadn't been followed. But then,
considering the presence of his passenger, they might not need to be. 
Skinner had mulled the possibilities during the flight and had come to the 
conclusion that he didn't know if his passenger's reasons were as simple 
as he had claimed. Was his daughter's safety the main objective here? 

     Skinner's destination and his mission were dangerous. The
city itself wasn't dangerous and unless renting cars and taking flights had 
become classed as deviant behavior, he had no fear of prosecution. No, the 
nature of the danger involved was less than obvious. Skinner was beginning
to wonder if he were becoming as paranoid as Agent Mulder.  

     The sign of the Doubletree Inn flashed invitingly in the night. It had
been a long, silent journey. Stopping for a rest was tempting. The digital 
display of the radio read 10:07. 

      "What can you tell me?" Skinner asked, turning to his passenger. They 
were here, now. It was time to begin. He knew his passenger would not give
him everything, but slightly armed was better than not armed at all. 

     "She worked for a company called Acme Industrials Warehouse. They did 
some specialized government work in the past. Acme burned down early Thursday
morning and the local authorities want to know if she knows anything."
The bearded man spoke calmly, in a detached voice, as if it wasn't his 
daughter they were speaking of, but some unknown individual or case file. 

      Skinner looked at his passenger for a second, then returned his eyes
to the deserted road. He felt something strangely akin to sympathy for 
the man. He'd given up a lot; his life, his name, his daughter and for what?
To protect someone elses idea of national security? Skinner knew a little of how 
this type of position was set up. He also knew that their security program
was impartial. Yes, he knew about 'deny everything'. Destroy everything in 
opposition. He knew what would happen if *they* got a hold on this man's 
daughter. They would get all of the information they could out of her. If she
knew nothing, perhaps she would go home feeling a little less secure. If she 
knew anything, she would disappear. If they found out who her father was, she
would die. The battle lines in this little war were indiscriminate. There was
no time for rest. Skinner and his passenger had to find them first.

      "Do you have an address on Acme?" Skinner asked, reaching into the 
back seat for the convenience store bag containing a Charlotte map.

     The bearded man gave him a look as if he were kidding. He handed the map
back to him. "Turn here," he said. 

     Skinner looked at his passenger wonderingly. He wasn't surprised that he
knew where the company was. But why hadn't he asked why they were going
there? Then, it occurred to Skinner that this man knew Agent Mulder and his 
gift for being precisely where he shouldn't be just as well as he did. 


     CEstallia


     Luke Skywalker waited while the operator connected the interstellar
link. He'd received several messages from Leia, all insisting that she needed to 
speak with him urgently. 

     There was a soft click on the other end before audio reached him. The 
symbol for Coruscant Communications was emblazoned across the screen. 

     "Coruscant Communications, how may I direct your call?" a pleasant voice
asked. 

     Luke gave her the authorization code for the palace and waited while the
operator switched the line. He'd tried to get her at her office and at home, 
but there had been no answer. 

     "Imperial Palace, how may I direct your call?" another pleasant voice 
asked. 

     "I'm trying to contact Leia Organa Solo," Luke said, relaxing back into 
his chair. He wondered when it was that he had gotten tense. Surely, it must 
have had something to do with the fact that he'd been trying to reach his 
sister for the past twenty minutes.

     "I'm sorry, sir, but Madame Organa Solo is unavailable." 
     
     "What?" Luke asked. "Is something wrong? This is Luke Skywalker, her 
brother. Is she on Coruscant?"

     "Oh, Commander, she's still here. She did state that you are allowed to 
override the block. Just a moment." The operator's voice was kindly.

     Luke's alertness had heightened. There was something going on at home.
He felt a sudden urgency that he get back as soon as possible. It was 
with the patience of a Jedi that he waited for his sister to answer the page.





end part 11
     

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From: JackeeC <74363.2566@CompuServe.COM>
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: NEW: XJEDI VOL TWO! 12/24
Date: 23 Jan 1996 03:49:17 GMT


XJEDI 12 (vol. 2)

Disclaimer--dittos to what I said before. 


AUTHOR'S NOTE: From this point on, it is assumed that everyone
understands the translators are tracking. (Read: Everyone will
appear to speak English until the author so deems it cooler for
them not to) 

     <MW>  Charlotte, North Carolina

     "Cut the lights," the bearded man said, as Skinner pulled the
rental car onto the darkened road that lead to what used to be Acme 
Industrials Warehouse. 

     The path ahead was plunged in sudden darkness. Only the sounds of
the car's tires crunching along the roadway could be heard above the
soft purr of the engine. Skinner's eyes adjusted to the sudden change, and
aided by the glow of the full moon, they continued to roll forward. Almost 
unexpectedly the trees alongside the road ceased, revealing the
stunning wreckage of Acme Industrials Warehouse.  

     Skinner figured that Acme must once have been a pretty impressive
looking building, judging by the size of the rubble. But now, there wasn't
much left; a few shadows cast by some large burnt out hull of machinery or a
fire-proof cabinet here or there.

     Skinner parked the car in what had once been a back parking area.
It was odd to see the marked off spots behind the rubble. He didn't have 
much hope of finding anything here. But this was the only other place he 
could reasonably think to look. Rae's apartment was currently not an 
option, the local law enforcement would no doubt be keeping an eye on
it. The longer he was out of touch with his agents and their protectee, 
the greater his worry became. Yet, his cellular had remained maddeningly 
quiet. 

     Skinner grabbed a flashlight from the back of the car and set out
toward the building. 



     <GFFA>  Coruscant

     Luke Skywalker put the V-Eiker luxury craft down in the security
bay of the Imperial Palace. He eyed the Falcon with a bit of
trepidation. Leia had been very upset when he'd spoken to her four 
hours earlier. Han had only arrived minutes prior on Coruscant, 
unconscious and she'd wanted to speak with the doctors. Luke had 
left CEstallia immediately.

     Luke's passenger, seated in the co-pilot's seat, watched him
openly. She saw the tenseness in him, though he hid it well beneath a 
mask of Jedi calm. She had trained many Jedi Knights, or at least a 
previous Matriarch had. But, she could not tell Luke that; it was too 
dangerous. He had a difficult path ahead of him. CEstallia had seen it. 

     Luke looked up when CEstallia placed a gentle hand on his arm.
"That's the Falcon over there," he said, gesturing toward the old Corellian
freighter. It sat alone to one side of the bay. 

     "A very interesting ship," CEstallia said. She would have  
picked it out even if he hadn't pointed it out to her. "It has survived
much and will survive much more," she continued, "So will her owners." 

     Her statement gave Luke pause. "Have you seen this?" he asked.
"Yoda said the future is always in motion." 

     She gave Luke another of her mysterious smiles. "CEstallia has
seen it," she told him. 

     Luke found himself again bemused. He would definitely have to
find out about that someday. "CEstallia the planet or the woman?" he asked,
half amused.

     CEstallia shrugged. "They are one and the same."



     Luke reactivated Threepio on the way to the exit ramp. The lights
behind the droid's eyes illuminated and its body assumed its usual
uprightness. 

     "Master Luke, so good of you to reactivate me, I feel absolutely 
refreshed..." Threepio's audio circuits were off and running when he
was back on-line.

     Luke couldn't help smiling at the talkative droid. He'd actually
missed Threepio's banter. He turned to CEstallia and gestured that they
proceed off the ship. As the trio stepped down the ramp into the bay, Luke 
was unsurprised to find his sister running across the bay toward him. He 
caught her in a brotherly hug, sensing that her worry had relaxed, but
something was still wrong. 

     "Oh Luke, I'm so glad you're here," Leia said, relief evident in
her voice. Then, she noticed the petite woman who stood beside her brother
and wondered why she hadn't seen her before. She took a step away from
Luke and turned to formally meet the woman. 

     "Hello," Leia said politely to the woman, waiting for Luke to
introduce them. 

     "Leia, this is CEstallia, there is something she wishes to
discuss with us." Luke said, omitting that she was Matriarch of CEstallia. 
He knew he could trust Leia with the information, but for some reason it 
didn't come out, though he was thinking it.

     Luke turned to CEstallia. "CEstallia, this is Leia Organa Solo,"
he said. He didn't add her title. If CEstallia kept up with interstellar 
news she'd know already, anyway. 

     Leia shook the woman's hand warmly. "Welcome to Coruscant,
CEstallia. Allow me to show you to a place where you can relax." Leia 
turned and directed the group toward guest quarters. She wanted to get 
rid of CEstallia so that she could have a word with her brother--privately.


     Medical Wing, Imperial Palace


     Dana Scully stood before a large clear enclosure, gazing at the
man suspended in a translucent red solution. There was some sort of
breathing apparatus covering his face and he wore nothing else, save 
a pair of boxers. He'd been in there now for 3 hours. One of the doctors,
Two-one-bee, a droid, had said that he should be coming out of it anytime 
now. Dana had almost seen his wound healing. 

     Mulder and Rae had remained in the suite that they'd been
assigned. Dana had wanted to see the outcome of her one-time patient. 
This reddish fluid, bacta Leia had called it, had been placed in the tank 
with Han. It was some sort of curing agent. It looked horribly sticky and
uncomfortable, but it was working.

     Leia had just been notified that someone important had arrived.
And so Dana had promised to stay with Han until she came back. Dana took
another opportunity to look around the medical wing. Medicine here was
different from anything she'd come in contact with. She had wanted to 
help, but here, her skills were useless. Everything was taken care of 
while she'd watched. 

     Dana looked down with amazement at the outfit she now wore. She and 
Rae were about the same size as Leia, so she'd loaned them a couple of
outfits. This particular one was body tights with a semi-sheer overshirt 
that clinched at the waist. Leia had given her a pair of black, flat-heeled
knee boots to complete the ensemble, since her beige pumps were in no way
suitable. When she'd stepped out of her bedroom into the common area of the
suite, she'd given Mulder a look, daring him to comment. Mulder's eyes had 
spoken volumes, but he'd managed to bite back whatever he'd been about to 
say. 

     She'd taken in Mulder's mostly normal outfit. He still wore Han's
overalls, since he hadn't had his turn with the shower. But she had a
feeling whatever Leia had sent up for him would look amazingly normal, while
she, on the other hand, had gotten to look like a super hero. 

     Rae had been still showering when Dana had left for the medical
wing with a droid guide. She wished her the best in the outfit department. 

     Scully's head snapped up at a voice over her shoulder. 

     "Interesting take on medicine," Mulder said, looking at Han
suspended in the bacta tank. 

     Scully took in Mulder's appearance. The blue pants were baggy on
him and the tunic was a bit 70's, but he could still have fit in on earth. 
All he needed were bushy sideburns, and he could have been..."Eyl-vis," she
let the word slip out, giggling. 

     Mulder struck a pose, "Think the bad guys'll take us seriously in
these get-ups?" 

     "What?...us?...the crime fighting duo, Electro Woman and Elvis
Man?" Scully returned. 

     "I guess we could look on the bright side. At least these aren't
draw string pants or worse yet something in a white brocade," Mulder said,
looking again at Scully's outfit with a wicked grin, "And you--" 

     Han began to thrash about in the tank, capturing the attention of
both agents and cutting off Mulder's remark. Scully took a step toward the
tank and stopped when she noticed the medtechs taking care of the
situation. She dropped the hands that she'd risen to her sides and turned
to her partner, "We should probably give him some privacy while they 
clean him up." 

     Mulder agreed. The two agents moved to step outside the bay. 


*   *   *   *   *   *


     "Luke," Leia said when they were in his quarters, which were
closer to the guest wing. "I'm glad you came back," she began, breathless.
"Chewie has been captured on a planet called Earth. Only, no one is really
sure where Earth is. Artoo gathered some data during the trip, but the 
scientists still aren't done analyzing it."

     Luke's eyes widened at what Leia was telling him. "Chewie's
captured!" he asked stunned. She hadn't told him that over the stellar link.
"What happened? Does Artoo know?" 

     Leia nodded, "Artoo was on the Falcon at the time. There are
three humans who arrived back with Han; they saw what happened. The external
monitors also picked up some of it. The humans say that the people who
shot Han are the ones who have Chewie." 

     Luke had felt that something was still bothering her, he had at
first thought it was Han's condition. He understood why she hadn't told him
about Chewie and had been very unspecific about the nature of what had
happened to Han during their earlier communication; the stellar link was less 
than secure. Aside from operators listening in, the carrier was open to 
anyone who wished to tap in. And this probably wasn't a good time to tell her 
about the Gates and what CEstallia suspected concerning the children. He 
would wait until he felt her worry over Han abate. "I'm sure Han will be 
okay and he can probably help us find the planet again." Luke said, placing 
a hand on his sister's shoulder.
 
     Leia sighed and looked at her brother ruefully. She felt that he
was holding something back. She wondered what else he had on his mind...or
perhaps it was someone else. Her mind went briefly to CEstallia, who in 
her mind, was just plain too old for Luke. But, Leia knew that he'd tell
her what it was when he was ready. 
 
      "I thought it would be easier for everyone if we discussed it
after you had gotten home. Right now, I'd like to go check on Han. I left 
him with one of the humans when I got the message that you'd arrived. So 
you'll meet her first and then we can arrange the meeting with the other 
two." 

     Luke was curious. Why had Leia done that? Why would she leave a
woman she'd only just met to look over her husband? And why would the
woman want to?

     Leia continued, inadvertently answering Luke's unasked questions,
"She's a doctor where she comes from. She tried to take care of him when he
was hurt. She just wanted to see it through." 

     Luke mouthed, "Ohh," and nodded.  

     "Oh, and by the way," Leia started again, as they entered a lift. 
"The humans don't speak Basic. Artoo was able to activate some old
translation program on the Falcon, that Han *forgot* to tell us about. The
scientists were able to download it into a lapel-link like the ones the 
children have." 

*   *   *   *   *   *


     Scully and Mulder were exiting the medical bay when they spotted
Leia approaching with a sandy haired young man dressed in a brown cloak.
Mulder noticed the hood that hung at the back. Privately, he was hoping for
an outfit like it. 

     "Dana Scully and Fox Mulder, meet Luke Skywalker," Leia said
introducing the agents to her brother. Her eyes kept returning to the 
medical bay behind them, though. Luke didn't need the force to know where
her thoughts were. 

     Luke gave both Scully and Mulder a slight bow, before sending his
sister off to see her husband. Luke already knew Han would be okay; 
CEstallia had seen it. Turning back to the two agents, he gestured that 
they walk. He looked sideways at them from the corner of his eye. These 
two were an interesting pair. There was something about them... 

     "Mr. Skywalker," Scully started, "is it possible for us to be
returned home to Earth soon?" Scully did not look in Mulder's direction. 
But, she knew he was looking at her. 

     Luke caught the undercurrent of unfinished business. "Call me
Luke," he said. At Scully's nod he continued, "I don't know how much Leia 
has told you, but we don't know *where* Earth is. Could either of you find 
it if we provided you with star charts?" 

     "Afraid they didn't cover star charts in GS training," Mulder
said. "We sort of figured that since Han got there one time, he could get 
there again." 

     Luke nodded. "Well, when Han comes out of that tank he isn't
going to be very coherent. Our people are working with the data Artoo
recorded. Maybe that will give us something." 

     "Dana?" Luke spoke to Scully, testing her name. 

     "Yes," she responded. 

      Luke smiled. "Leia said that you are a doctor and that you
helped Han, I want to thank you for that." Luke had sensed her feeling of 
intense uselessness, even as he and Leia had approached the bay. "I want to
thank both of you for getting him home," Luke added, encompassing Mulder.
"He means a lot to me."

     Scully smiled back at Luke. "You're welcome," she said. "But,
Artoo is really the one who did the most for him." Scully felt an instant
liking for Luke. He seemed amazingly calm and yet there was something about 
him that struck a chord in her. 

     Mulder looked curiously at his partner and then back to Luke.
"Sure," he had muttered softly, along with Scully's 'You're welcome'. 

     Luke looked up at Mulder suddenly. "Are either of you hungry?" he
asked. 
     
     They were. 

     The trio headed back to the room to get Rae. She would surely be
starved too. When they reached the room it was to find CEstallia coming 
out of Rae's bedroom door.

     "What are you doing here?" Scully questioned. The little
gray-haired woman didn't look like a maid. Besides, that was a duty 
generally assigned to a droid around here.

     CEstallia looked up and smiled calmly at the group, her eyes
settling on the men. "She was hysterical. I calmed her, poor child. She 
was going on about being unemployed now or something."

     Mulder threw Scully a glance but she was still looking
suspiciously at CEstallia. 

     "Dana," Luke said calmly. "This is CEstallia. She's a friend of
mine and you can trust her." He gestured for CEstallia to come nearer. 

     Dana's eyes darted to Luke's and then to Mulder's. They were both
looking at her as if they were waiting for her to realize that she was
being silly. Slowly, her eyes tracked back to CEstallia. She looked
like somebody's grandma. She wondered why she hadn't noticed that before.


*   *   *   *   *   *


     Fox Mulder sat in the common area of the suite they were assigned.
He couldn't sleep and hoped it wasn't due to an intergalactic case of
Montezuma's revenge. He smiled grimly at his own joke. 

     Where were the televisions in this place? How did they sleep
without one? Perhaps it was sign of progress. 

     Mulder got up from his seat on the thing, that must have passed 
for a couch, and left the room. He didn't want to wake Scully and Rae.
It had been decided that the meeting would be held in the morning, after 
everyone was rested and Han was better able to offer an opinion. That
plan of action also gave the scientists more time to study Artoo's data. 

     At the end of the hall, Mulder boarded the lift he'd seen someone
use earlier. He looked at the mysterious symbols and recognized an arrow
pointing in the upward direction. "Must be universal," he mused aloud. 

     Mulder chose the symbol at the top of the list. If it was at the
top it had to be good. The ride had lasted only a couple of minutes when
Mulder began to feel uncomfortable. A green up arrow was still flashing 
and something was scrolling across a readout. He assumed that meant that 
everything was all right. A small bell chimed and the doors slid open. 

     A cool breeze of night air blew through Mulder's bangs. Night
smells accosted his nostrils as a smile spread across his lips. He stepped
out onto the roof of the Imperial Palace.  

     Mulder remembered seeing pictures of city scapes on postcards. 
Generally, the photos had been taken at night, while the lights were 
shining brightly from multilevelled skyscrapers. Even the largest of 
them didn't approach this place. As far as Mulder could see, from his 
considerable height, was city. Tall brightly lit buildings were
everywhere. Atop many of the buildings were brightly lit advertisements...at 
least that was what Mulder thought they were. Ships could be seen flying
here and there as people commuted from place to place. This city was busy. 
Mulder was so engrossed that he didn't notice the form which silently 
crept up to his side. 

     "Couldn't sleep?" Luke asked, gazing out across the city. He 
often came up here to think. These signs of bustling life grounded
him. The universe was a big place, but it was made up of just people. 'Just
people' bustled all over Coruscant's Capital City.

     Mulder started at Luke's voice. He turned to see that Luke was
leaning against the stone railing in much the same way he was. Mulder
also noticed that Luke was no longer wearing his cloak, but a snug fitting
black outfit and black knee boots. There was a long cylindrical object
hanging from a utility belt 'A cape and he could definitely be a super hero,'
Mulder thought as he turned back toward the city's lights. 

     "Probably a galactic case of jet-lag," Mulder said. "I haven't
slept in..." Mulder glanced down at his watch calculating, it was just
approaching midnight back home, "2 days," he finished.

     Luke laughed, "I know the feeling; seems like there's always
something." 

     "Yeah," Mulder agreed, distractedly. "I like it here," he said
suddenly. "I've told Scully I want to stay and as you can probably guess she
disagrees."

     Luke's brow furrowed momentarily. His head turned toward the
night sky, obviously looking for something. 

     Mulder's words faded away as he tried to figure what Luke was
doing. Luke pulled his light saber from his utility belt, holding it in
a guard position at his side. 

     "Uh...excuse me," Mulder said, "mind filling me in?" He didn't
like the looks of this. That cylindrical object that Luke had taken from his
belt was beginning to look ominously like a weapon. He wondered how it worked.
Did it shoot like or gun or did he just throw it?

     "There is an intruder in the palace," Luke said calmly. 

     Mulder accepted that, but he did have a question. "How do you
know that?" He was sure that a place like this would have plenty of 
guests. So, how could one person just *know* when someone was crashing.

     "I can *feel* it." Luke said suddenly running toward a door 
Mulder hadn't seen before. Mulder ran after him.

end part 12


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