FIC: CC: "Star WHAT?!" By: Joshua

["jab21kill" <the.evil.guy@xxxxxxxxxx>]

Title: Chaotic Circumstances

Author: Joshua

Disclaimer: Yet another post-Halloween costume AU BtVS crossover.

Summary: The gang, on a whim, dressed up as various X-men, and Ethan's
was the only shop in town to boot so EVERYBODY changed. Buffy, as a
joke, went as Cyclops, Willow as Jean Grey i.e. Phoenix, Xander went
as Iceman, and Cordelia went as Rogue. Meanwhile, the rest of
Sunnydale dressed as everything from storybook monsters, Hollywood
productions, comic book characters, to creative 'self-costumes'. Not
to mention demons, vampires, and werewolves OH MY! This is just as
much their story as the Scoobies now.

AN: I blame ziziggy123 author of "Sunnydale Berserker" and Anime Ronin
author of "Of Scoobies and X-Men" for the inspiration, if you want to
call it that, for this little piece of fanfiction. Mostly it came from
Berserker in seeing how Buffy and the brand new Xander aka Wolverine
were getting along and it struck me as peculiar that "Wolverine" just
NEVER gets along with a person named "Summers". Then I started
brainstorming 'What if' Buffy did dress up as Cyclops, and it became
permanent the same way Xander dressing up as Wolverine did? Then I
went further, and further, and further still and came up with all that
follows. If you like, GREAT! If you don't, <shrug> eh, that's ok too.

AN2: I am always open to input, that is not pure uneducated dribble
that is often referred to as "Flames" and usually involve cursing.
Sometimes in numerous languages as well. But if you have constructive
criticism, I always listen and try to reply to such, and if you have
suggestions about where to go from here, those I *REALLY* listen too
and enjoy and always reply back to.

E-mail/Reviews: the.evil.guy@xxxxxxxxxx and jab21kill@xxxxxxxxx 

Story:

/Star . . . what?/

(the Stargate, Star Fleet Kids, Jedi Knights and Trio, and Iceman)

"Careful, careful, careful, all right now gently put it in place!"
Marco Sanchez supervised as several of the 'strong' types carefully
used their various types of super strength in putting one of the
support beams in place. Then the couple that were both super strong
and had heat vision, or variations, began to weld it in place. "Nice
job everyone!" Marco gave them some applause before moving quickly on
to the next crisis that needed his supervision for the project that
was the groups new home base.

"Marco," Jake Berenson, Marco's best friend and 'Fearless Leader'
called him over, "we need more excavation done if we're going to have
enough room for this bottom-level bunker you've got here in the plans.
We need Buffy and Robert for that though."

"Well, there they are Jake," Marco gestured behind him while he went
over to get a drink of water from the 'ice fountain' the High Schooler
known as Xander had made for everybody, "ask them. I'm not the boss,
that's you."

"Yeah, but I get the feeling they need to finish putting those
supports in place, which is why I need you to figure out a way for
them to finish that up quickly enough, please," Jake retorted with
good humor.

"Actually," Marco said after swallowing his drink and looking over at
the group, "it looks like they're almost done. Just two more needed,
everything else has to wait until we get the wiring set up. And if you
can get me the telekinetics from Ax and Tobias, I can give'em to you now."

"I thought you kids were supposed to be building this for us?" Xander
'Iceman' Harris said as be passed by with a couple buckets of nails.

"We're supervising," Jake and Marco replied in tandem, giving the teen
teasing grins.

He grumbled to himself as he walked off.

"I'll see what I can do, but get those supports up as quickly, and
securely, as you can," Jake ordered as he walked off to the still-open
area of the abandoned lot.

"Ax, Tobias," Jake nodded in greeting as he joined them in observing
Willow, Fred, Joyce, Amy and a couple of others as they attempted to
fuse pieces of spare iron and metal into solid steel support frames
shaped according to the design Marco had mapped out in the
architectural design.

"Captain," Ax greeted stiffly, while Tobias just grinned.

"Ax, don't call me captain," Jake sufferably ordered.

"Aye Captain," the Andorian replied.

"What's up Jake?" Tobias asked as he held up his tricorder, scanning
for any defects in the newly completed support beam.

"Willow! Fred!" he called instead of answering immediately. To Tobias,
he said, "We need to do some more excavating, and Marco needs our
resident telekinetic psychics to take over for Buffy and Robert and
Tim. Can you handle things without them for a few minutes?"

"Yeah," the half-Vulcan answered, "they've just been bending and
shaping the metal, mostly Joyce and Amy have been the ones that are
actually making the materials. Speaking of which, we're just about
out. I calculate we only have enough for one more supply of the
smaller support beams, and those aren't being shaped yet anyway."

"Hey Jake, what do you need?" Willow bubbled as she and Fred floated
down, each covered in their respective colored auras.

"Actually, it's Marco that needs your help. We need Buffy and a couple
others to go down for some more excavating, so would you and Fred mind
helping with the support beams and welding them in place? Maybe even
go over everything already done to reinforce it some more?"

"Not a problem," Willow happily took to the air again, heading over to
Marco's area "underneath" the part of the lot they had rebuilt and
needed the support beams already in place for as the base was,
eventually, going to be entirely subterranean. Fred, a beat behind the
older teen, just smiled and nodded and, doing a few aerial acrobatics
along the way, followed her.

"I'll see what I can do about getting us some more raw materials,"
Jake promised. "In the mean time, check with Marco to see what we
/need/ before we can safely leave for the day, then ask Joyce and Amy,
or rather Scott, if they can provide it. If not, let me know so I can
think of something."

"Will do," Tobias promised.

"Aye Captain," Ax dutifully replied.

"By the way, have you seen the girls?"

"Last I saw," Tobias answered his friend, "they said they were heading
towards the Clinic to work on a couple of the 'projects' that we're
going to be needing here pretty soon. I'm going to do my best to
finish the next computer core, but it's still a couple days away at best."

"That's fine. I'm going to have to clock some of my own time on the
Main Computer and the new phaser design. Although knowing my cousin,
she's probably already got it finished and ready for production."

Jake finished making sure that everything was running smoothly enough
before jogging back over to a downward spiraling tunnel that had been
started only that morning in order for the multi-tiered subterranean
base to actually be constructed one level at a time. Fortunately, it
seemed that the Fyarl's, the previous and rather unfortunate occupants
of the cave system had already started a crude and rather basic
beginning to this particular tunnel, they'd just . . . expanded it a
bit. Unfortunately for the still growing group, the collapse and
cave-in had collapsed a number of these already opened tunnels, hence
the excavation.

Jake quickly caught up with the group of "diggers", Buffy Summers,
Robert Clarkson, Sydney Pierson aka Iczelion, Tim Smith, and a new
member by the name of Courtney Rodson who had dressed as "Stargirl",
and lead them to the next area they needed cleared. It was roughly
three "floors" down, and they only had to walk a further 10 meters
into the cave before coming to the collapsed section. Thankfully, Jake
had made sure to already have sufficient lighting this far down before
even bringing anyone else, so they could see well enough. Still,
between Buffy's crimson glowing eyes, Tim's glowing nega-bands, and
Courtney's glowing cosmic rod, they had plenty of light.

"Any particular direction Jake, or just straight ahead?" Buffy asked
the chosen leader, more for the fact that he was a natural leader as
much as he had nearly a full lifetime of experience at being one.

"Give me a second," he mumbled as he pulled out his personal tricorder
and took some readings. After a bit, he nodded as he confirmed and
then pointed at the direction he wanted them to blast. "OK, that wall
is the thinnest point between here and the next chamber. Best to start
with a small hole, prevent another cave-in if we can."

"Still," Courtney perkily pointed out, "between me and Syd, we can
handle it if it does cave in, right!"

"Until we run out of air," Tim countered.

"I'll go first," Buffy interrupted before Courtney could respond.

Keeping her eyes locked on the point Jake had indicated, judging by
instinct how much 'power' to use, the mutant Slayer let loose a
powerful optic blast. Yet as they had already discovered in all their
digging and building, stone didn't blast away as easily as soil and
dirt did, so while Buffy made an impressive dent in the rock wall,
after about a minute, it became clear it would take a bit longer or a
bit more for her to break through on her own. Thankfully, she wasn't
on her own.

When Buffy stopped to catch her breath, Tim stepped up to the plate,
pointing both his closed fists at the dent and let loose with cosmic
power into nega-blasts, which nearly atomized what remained of the
rock as it was. Two more successive blasts and after the dust had
settled enough, they could see they had broken through, but it still
wasn't enough to make a passage through.

"Sydney?" Jake asked, "Do you or Courtney want to take the rest? I'm
not sure I want to risk another of Tim's nega-blasts, and Buffy is
running low on energy as it is."

The armored warrior looked over at the other girl and shrugged.
"Courtney can take this one if she wants. I've had my fun blowing up
stuff today," she giggled.

"Cool!" the blond teen crowed and stepped forward, pointed the
business end of her cosmic rod at the hole. "FIRE IN THE HOLE!" she
screamed and a bolt of devastating energy tore through the air and
atomized what remained of the wall and even cleared well into the next
chamber for several meters. Surprisingly, there was little dust from
such an impressive explosion.

"Nice," Jake commented with approval, checking out the new passage.

"Thank you, thank you," Courtney bowed, soaking in the praise.

Buffy raced forward suddenly after they'd all stepped through into the
new chamber. They called after her into the darkness, only their
personal methods of illumination helping them to see in the new chamber.

"Jake!" the older blonde cried out.

Quickly, they all raced to where they saw the girl's crimson glowing
eyes, and began asking all at once if anything was wrong. Instead of
answering, she just continued to stare up at what she had found. A
moment later, they all turned and looked as well, Courtney raising the
illumination of her staff so they could all see, and Jake and Tim both
pulling flash lights out from somewhere.

"Well," Jake hesitated to say anything, "that, uh, that's . . . that's
probably not a good sign."

"What the hell is it?" Courtney asked brashly.

"Trouble," Buffy answered. "Question is, for who? Us, or somebody else?"

/Abandoned Warehouse/

The footsteps were quiet as they made their way through the dusty and
cluttered floor. Once the figure had reached the center of the cleared
area though, sharp, harsh laughter broke the peaceful silence.

The figure simply waited for the ugly laughter to end before reacting
in any way, and even then it was simply to cross his arms before him,
fitting his hands into the wide sleeves as he did so, giving the young
man the appearance of a monk of some kind. Apparently, this only
served to anger the source of the laughter as a sharp retort echoed
through the empty building.

"Is this the best the stinking Jedi have to offer?"

"No," came the calm reply from the youth out in the open, "in fact you
might call me the weakest and most impatient. Are you saying you're
the best of the Sith?"

The harsh laughter returned, though the young man's expression did not
change from its calm appearance.

"Do you have what I demanded?"

In reply the youth simply unfolded his arms, yet surprisingly there
was a metallic cylinder in his right hand now. Rather than do anything
with it, he placed his arms by his side and continued to calmly stand
there.

"So you Jedi aren't as useless as you pretend to be?"

Suddenly the youth grinned widely and with a violent movement, he
threw the cylinder to the floor, where it almost shattered as the
pieces broke apart.

"We may not be useless, but we aren't stupid either," the young man
the harsh voice called a Jedi replied.

"You FOOL! What have you done?!"

"Come out of the shadows Sith! Just because we didn't want to fight
doesn't mean we're going to be your puppets! Now either come out to
fight and end it, or leave us alone! All we want to do is learn to use
the Force, we don't care about lightsabers and space ships!"

"Then you lot are even bigger fools than I mistook you for," a shadow
stepped forward out of the darkness.

The young man faced the shadow without fear, faced the darkness the
shadowed figure represented. Then, slowly, confidently, a grin formed
on the youth's face. "Whose the fool that the only back up he has is
his younger brother and a megalomaniac in a tin-man costume?"

"You, who has no back up at all," the shadowed figure snapped back.

"Boy, the movies weren't kidding when they said that the Dark Side had
no real power," the youth commented, tongue in cheek.

"What is that supposed to mean?" the other boy angrily asked.

"Reach out with your feelings," the youth almost mockingly advised,
yet the point became moot as suddenly at least ten other figures
appeared in view behind the first, startling those still in the shadows.

"You didn't think that just cause we're trying to become Jedi, that
we're actually stupid enough to do as you demand and come alone, did
you?" the young man, pseudo-Jedi, remarked.

The pseudo-Sith just scowled in reply rather than answer, taking a
step back further into the shadows. Silently, two figures could be
seen joining him in support, one slightly smaller, the other could be
seen wearing some kind of armor.

"You have your lightsaber," the first of the strangers told the trio,
"now leave us the hell alone. We owe you nothing, and you certainly
don't owe anything to us, not that we would expect the /Sith/ to
uphold any kind of honorable debt. Contact any of us again, in any
way, even second-hand, and we'll ensure that no such contact will
happen again. Interpret that how you will. We're done here."

Faster than one would think possible, the near-dozen group left the
warehouse and disappeared with nary a trace, as though they'd never
been there in the first place.

Silence reigned in the dark, shadowy building for several minutes,
until finally a pale figure, all in black, stepped out of the shadows
and bent down to pick up the shattered remains of the Jedi-constructed
lightsaber. Right behind him, a smaller, yet just as pale, boy hovered
right behind him, while another person, intimidatingly tall, and made
large from the metallic armor he wore, sneered at the one on the
ground, "Well, that worked out well, didn't it?"

"It took Andrew and I nearly three weeks to gather all the components
we needed for two lightsabers," the Sith retorted, making sure to get
every piece of the futuristic weapon, "While I never expected them to
give us a working model, whatever the could and did give us would be
that much less time for us to waste on getting the rest."

"Yeah, so leave him alone Warren!" the younger Sith that could only be
Andrew, whined at the one in the armor.

"You guys do realize that it'll take me like all of ninety seconds to
reverse engineer that and build you better and badder lightsabers than
anything you could scrounge together from spare parts, right?" Warren
sarcastically remarked.

"I prefer adding my personal touch to my personal weapon, Doom,"
Tucker told his 'friend'. "In the meantime, we'll see what we can make
of what's left of this. Then we can begin to make plans."

"Plans, Master, I mean . . . brother?" Andrew blurted.

"What? You think we'd be settled with having a couple toys or some
petty revenge against a bunch of teenagers?" Warren condescendingly
snapped to the younger Sith, "We're going to take over Sunnydale. And
then . . . the world."

"And from there," Tucker grinned evilly at the new Trio, "The Universe."


/Underground Cavern/
/Future HSL Headquarters/

"What is it?" Cordy asked, as everyone finished gathering in the
cavern Jake and the others had just uncovered.

"That's what we're trying to find out, /your majesty/," Marco snipped
before turning back to the array of tricorders and various sensors he
had pointed at the artifact before them.

"I can tell you this though," he spoke more seriously now, "it's made
out of a material very similar in molecular composition to dilithium,
but in metallic rather than crystalline form. There have been recorded
instances of finding an element on various planets . . . uh, in the
future, I mean, but I don't recall them off the top of my head."

"Rachel," Jake ordered, "pick one of the fliers, preferably whoever is
fastest, and get the Main Computer here. I don't care how, just so
long as it still works when you get here."

"That would be me," Sydney stepped forward, Iczel at her side. Nodding
at her robotic partner, they transformed back into Iczellion, picked
up the blonde teenager and shot out of the cave at nearly the speed of
light.

"In the meantime," Buffy stepped forward, her shades off and her eyes
shining to provide further illumination in the dark cave, "lets see
about getting a few of the supports down her and in the tunnel leading
here. I'd really rather avoid having to dig this place out all over
again."

"Care to explain where we're going to get the materials for more
supports?" Tobias asked, falling back on simple logic rather than any
base emotion.

"Well, that's longterm," Xander/Iceman stepped forward, "in the
temporary, and since it's actually not that hot down here, I think I
can take care of the support beams and stuff. Just point me in the
right direction, don't want to make a whole bunch of useless stuff in
the middle of everywhere."

"Marco," Jake grabbed his friend by the shoulder, "as fascinating as
this no doubt is, there isn't anything you can do until Rachel and
Sydney get back, and you're our architectural expert, so help out Xan,
will you?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure," the Hispanic teen agreed, distracted.

"So, uh, does /anybody/ have a clue as to what this might be?" Erin of
the Cordettes asked.

'It' was a massive device, at least ten feet high. It was half-buried
into the far wall of the cave, but enough of it had been uncovered,
either from the previous tenants, or from the diggers' actions, to see
most of it. It was circular, like a giant ring, was silvery metallic
gray except for a series of orange-red jewels placed symmetrically
around the ring. Also visible were multiple symbols that didn't seem
to prescribe to any known human language, one right after the other,
all the way around the ring. What was more, they had further uncovered
a pedestal-like device that seemed connected to the big ring, which
had all of the same symbols, though arranged differently, and all
around one much bigger red-jewel at the center of it.

"Hey, I know!" Prime exclaimed. "It's an alien portal that leads to
other worlds that evil aliens, who kidnapped humans and seeded them to
these other planets and they use their advanced technology to make all
those ancient civilizations worship them as their gods!"

The cave was eerily quiet for several long beats as everyone just
stared incredulously at the child-in-a-man's-body. "Or not," he
quietly shuffled to the back of the group.

"He could be right," Cassie commented to Jake.

"Cass, please, aliens aren't evil, /you/ of all people should know
that, since you now happen to /be/ an alien," he argued.

"I'm a /fictional/ alien Jake, from the Star Trek universe," she
argued back.

More silence, and Tobias shrugged and added, "Good point."

"Yeah, but . . ." Jake began to argue back.

"Gentlemen, Lady? Please," Willow interrupted, "Now is hardly the time
for a philosophical debate. Now, while we wait for Marco and the rest
of the Star Fleet kids to figure this thing out," she addressed the
entire group, "why don't those of us that can start clearing the rest
of this cave out, maybe find some raw materials for Mrs. Summers and
Amy to transmute into something usable. Anybody that needs to go back
to the surface, or maybe get home to your parents, you're perfectly
allowed to do that."

"And miss out on finding more cool stuff like this?" Robert excitedly
replied, quickly moving with his brother, currently Captain Marvel, to
clearing away the debris and blasted boulders.

With that as example, everyone quickly got back to work. Moments
later, Iczelion, with Rachel and the laptop that was the Star Fleet
kids Main Computer. Amazingly, to everyone else, the computer was just
your standard IBM laptop, that was until Marco grabbed it from the
blonde teen and opened it up.

Instantly a giant sphere of light shot up out of the screen of the
laptop and filled almost half the cave, until Marco made an adjustment
and made the "screen" more reasonable in size and function. Once the
flashy effects were no longer overwhelming everyone, they began to
recognize exactly what it was they were seeing.

The sphere was actually a grid of a hemisphere of blackness and yellow
and red lights. Inside each grid was packets of information, from
images, to lines of code, to the complete literary works of every 20th
Century author for their entire lifetimes. Nevertheless, Marco began
to work the grid, which was obviously an interactive holographic
interface, with an expert ease.

Shortly after, he pulled a cable from a pocket and attached used it to
attach the tricorder to the Main Computer through a USB Port, and then
quickly brought up the information he wanted. Working quickly and
deftly, Marco accessed the complete 24th Century Database that Sigma
Squad had brought back with them, so to speak, and began a comparitive
analysis on the artifact they had just uncovered.

Minutes later, Marco's jaw dropped in stunned disbelief.

"Marco?" Jake asked, concerned, "Everything OK?"

"It's dilithium," the Hispanic teen genius whispered.

"What?" the Star Fleet Kids all said together, while everyone else
just continued to look confused.

"It's dilithium," he answered, louder.

"That is not possible," Tobias stated.

"No shit bird boy!" Marco snapped back, clearly more disturbed by his
findings than even his friends. "I knew I had heard of something like
this once before. It was thought of as a fluke. Dilithium, processed
/and/ unprocessed, is pure crystalline in nature. But this . . . it's
metallic, it can be shaped, and worst of all, it has no obvious
harmful radioactivity. I did an in-depth analysis and discovered that
several of its isotopes have high-level dangerous radioactive
signatures, but . . ."

"I don't understand," Xander interrupted, "Isn't dilithium the stuff
that Star Trek uses to power star ships and make anti-matter/matter
reactions? That stuff's just fiction, how the hell could a fictional
element be made into . . . whatever the hell this thing is?"

"It's more than that Xander," Jake tried to explain. "Dilithium can't
be a metal. At least not without some kind of outside influence. I
don't suppose anyone's a chemistry major?"

Most just shook their heads to the negative, then Buffy raised her
hand and said like she was quoting from a book, "Solid metals are
crystals formed from positive ions surrounded
by mobile electrons. This mobility allows electrons to absorb and
reflect light in many wavelengths, giving the metals their typical
luster. It also permits electrons to absorb thermal and electrical
energy from the environment or neighboring electrons and transfer this
energy to other electrons; in this way, heat and electricity can be
conducted throughout the metal," she paused and then turned to Jake
and asked, "So why can't dilithium be a metal? Let alone a
non-radioactive Transition Metal?"

Everyone stared, stunned, for several long moments before Willow
finally pointed out, "Cyclops was a teacher as well as tactical leader
of the X-Men." That ended the stares.

"The reason it's impossible has to do with dilithium's electron
field," Marco answered, "And as much as I'd love to fully and avidly
explain the finer points of the chemical make-up of dilithium, let's
just end this discussion with saying it should not be possible."

"And yet here it is," Xander finished.

Marco nodded and turned back to the main computer and began working
with it again, taking additional scans of the artifact and working to
determine it's purpose. In the meantime, everybody else went back to
cleaning up the cave and making it more stable to walk around through.
The heavy lifters clearing away boulders, the telekinetics moving them
away and fusing others into new columns to further support the cave,
and the 'diggers' went back to expanding the tunnels that lead down to
the cave, or branched off of it and had collapsed at some previous point.

Jake, Tobias, and Cassie however hung close around Marco, and waited
until everyone else was occupied before the former Star Fleet Captain
asked, "All right buddy, what aren't you telling?"

"It makes stable wormholes," was the quick and quiet reply.

Rather than scream out loud at the impossibility of it all, the three
other ex-Star Fleet officers just silently absorbed the information
before Jake asked another question, "Origin?"

"Not terrestrial," Marco answered the question he knew his friend was
asking.

The kids all shared a look, Jake gulped softly before asking again,
"Origin?" though it was an entirely different question, but Marco knew
that.

Turning to look his friend in the eye, the young Hispanic boy
confessed, "It's not in the database."

Now Jake was beginning to sweat. The implications alone was enough to
drive somebody insane with paranoia, but the facts remained. Star Trek
Universe aside, there were aliens out there, they had come to Earth in
the past and left certain pieces of their technology behind, and worst
of all, none of them had any clue about who, or what they could be.

Unfortunately, in Jake's, and the others, past experience alien races,
with the exception of humans, Vulcans, and a few other key members of
the Federation, that come across inferior or rather 'less advanced'
races typically viewed them as such. Inferior. And like the
Cardassians, made them little better than slaves under their rule, or
like the Ferangi, took advantage of them at every turn. Either way,
and though this was real life and not fiction, it did not bode well
for the future of the planet.

"Don't tell anyone about this until you know more. A /lot/ more," Jake
ordered. "Then come straight to me. I want to know everything there is
to know about before we doing anything. Stable wormholes?"

"Without turning it on, near as I can tell," Marco just nodded his head.

Jake let out a heavy sigh.

"This is not what I signed on for," he muttered, running his fingers
through his hair before turning back to help with the excavation.


/Unknown Location/
/Shortly after the Sith get their lightsabre/

"They took it?" a voice asked, as the youth that had met with the Trio
stepped into the room. It was spacious, one might think it used to
have been used as a gymnasium or in-door sports arena at some point.
Now though it was filled with furniture and other storage items, and
thirteen people, including the one that had just stepped inside.

"They were more greedy for having and owning a working lightsabre than
they were interested in finding out who I was," the youth answered the
one that had spoken.

"Hmm," a smaller, almost child-like figure spoke, "Driven by their
desires, the Sith are. Greatest weakness it is theirs."

"I'm sure they'll bother us again," another spoke up, "but they're no
real threat. Not yet at least."

"Maybe we should make sure they never have the chance to become such a
threat. Maybe we should . . ."

"No!" the child-like figure croaked as it tried to shout. "To the Dark
Side that leads. Child I may still be, but Yoda's wisdom I possess,
yes? Leave them alone, we must. Attack, if they do, defend, we must.
Attack, we do not. Defenders of the Galaxy, of the Republic, of the
world, the Jedi are. And Jedi, are we? Hmm?"

"Not yet," another voice spoke out, "but we want to be. That's the
whole point of setting up with Council, isn't it? To help each other,
and ourselves become /real/ Jedi, not just Force-wielders."

"So we leave them alone?" another asked. Everyone agreed.

"Besides," the thirteenth person spoke up, and he was short with black
hair that had white growing from his temples and was dressed rather
outlandishly in red and gold, "there's something more pressing that I
need to speak with you about." Jonathan, the Dungeon Master, spoke
late into the night with the Jedi Council.

TBC...




Willow: "It's a good fight, Buffy, and I want in."
Buffy:  "I kinda love you."
                     'Choices'

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