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“Captain’s Log 9519.4, it is with some degree of pride and sadness, that the USS Enterprise…A” Kirk paused, that letter while meant as an homage to the original ship always gnawed at him. A reminder of what he had to do, but it was painful to think about. “Has been recalled to Vulcan following the promotion of Hikaru Sulu to Captain. He will make a fine Captain, but it does leave us without a bridge officer and a dedicated helmsmen. I have personally requested Lt. Saavik formally join the Enterprise crew…” “Bridge to Captain Kirk. Bridge to Captain Kirk.” “Go ahead Uhura.” “Long range sensors are picking up some sort of temporal anomaly near the Halkan system. A magnetic ion storm, not dissimilar to the one that transported us to the universe of the Terran Empire. Currently on course to Halkan Prime.” “Understood. I’m on my way. Uhuru set a course for the Halkan System and contact Starfleet Command.” “Very good sir.” Picking up Lt. Saavik would have to wait. “Jim, the Halkans are one of the most notable neutral systems in the Alpha Quadrant. They have recently signed trade agreements with the Ferengi Alliance, but preventing an ecological disaster from ravaging their system could help bring them back to the bargaining table. They have a positive memory of your earlier encounter which did help open trading negotiations. Indeed, the Ferengi Alliance has never formally made contact with the Federation. The Halkans may be the perfect middlemen to arrange the advent of diplomacy between us. Captain Bateman of the USS Bozeman and Commander Reynolds of the USS Hathaway will be en route to assist in your operations, but you should arrive a full day ahead of them. Render all possible aid to the Halkans and ensure that the magnetic ion storm does not cause damage to their planetary infrastructure.” Admiral Cartwright tersely finished his briefing. “Any questions?” “No Admiral, but the Enterprise is ill-equipped for such a massive rescue operation.” Kirk noted that at the moment he was slightly short-staffed. The debacle with Saibok on the Planet of Galactic Peace had left him with a lot of crew overdue on shore leave and many were currently taking it. “Kirk, focus on adjusting the trajectory of the storm if possible, if that’s not feasible at that point begin bracing the the Halkan world as best you can. Evacuation is not something we can pull off. You have your orders. Cartwright out.” The view screen switched to the Federation insignia. “I think I liked Admiral Morrow better. I always got the impression that Admiral Cartwright likes my people even less than I do.” “Lieutenant Konom” The half-Klingon lieutenant sat at attention to the Captain’s command. “Set course for the Halkan system Warp 6, and keep your musings about high command private. That’s the sort of thing that could harm an officer’s career. Every Starfleet Officer from Admiral Cartwright down to you is dedicated to peaceable resolution of conflicts.” “Yes sir. Sorry sir.” The Lieutenant punched in the commands as the Enterprise went to warp. Ensign Konom wasn’t wrong though, Kirk mused to himself. Admiral Cartwright was something of a warhawk among Federation command. “Mr. Spock, assemble the Senior Officers in the briefing room. We have six and a half hours to devise a plan and just over 40 to execute it. Ensign Bearclaw, you have the bridge.” “At it’s heart any magnetic storm functions around a nucleus of a coronal mass ejection from a nearby storm. The ionization as part of this storm is caused by the relatively unstable nature of the system’s Wolf-Rayet Star. These stars have burned off all of their hydrogen and are fusing helium instead. The result is that volatile nitrogen isotopes are often expelled which interact in a way we do not fully comprehend with the abundant dilithium in the Halkan system creating this ionic magnetic storm.” “So you’re saying we don’t have a clue.” “Not entirely Doctor.” Kirk listened as his officers engaged in their usual repartee. He cut through the usual squabbling. Spock continued, “As this storm has already passed through an asteroid containing substantial deposits of dilithium, we know that the effect will render transporters dangerous to use, so beaming mass from the coronal ejection is out of the question.” Commander Chekov spoke up, “What if we configured our deflectors to shield us from as much of the radiation as possible and use the tractor beam on its widest possible settings to adjust the trajectory?” “It is possible that course of action may have the desired effect; however, as the only ship to have interacted with the unpredictable magnetic storms of the Halkan system was the original Enterprise, we do not have sufficient data to conclude what effect the storms would have on shields or tractor beams.” “Well lad, that’s not entirely true. In our universe we have no knowledge of how the shields worked, but in the other one, standard procedure was for the Enterprise to have shields up at all times, and they were experiencing the same kind of storm as us.” Mr. Scott got up and walked over to the console, “Computer, pull up personal engineering logs of Montgomery Scott, Stardate 3712.2. Authorization: Commander Montgomery Scott Code 1, 1A, 2B” “Authenticating. Voice profile match. Commander Montgomery Scott. Displaying logs.” “I recorded everything I could about how systems on that ship worked. So much of it was on the same principles as our technology only more primitive, but their Mister Scott had made a few modifications to the shields which helped them stay up against the storm.” “Scotty, that meticulous engineering mind of yours never ceases to amaze. That sickbay was more like an iron maiden than anything else.” “Mr. Scott, Mr. Chekov. I want a plan for the tractor beams to be used to adjust the trajectory. Mr. Spock, I want you to review logs you and Mr. Kyle made. See if we can find a way to use transporters safely even if it is just for moving raw material. Dr. McCoy I want trauma packs prepared for radiation sickness and burns. If we don’t succeed, people will need that aid. Commander Uhura, prepare a message for the Halkan high council about the storm and our plan then advise the Bozeman and Hathaway. Sulu I want…” Kirk paused he was so accustomed to having Sulu there and being able to give orders to his helmsman and security officer. Teh crew paused, “Chekov I want security teams preparing shuttles for evacuation. If Mr. Spock can’t get the transporters to be safe, we will need a second option.” “You have your orders. I want first rotation on the bridge at 1100 hours for arrival at the Halkan system. Dismissed.” The plan was working, the Enterprise-A had to get very close to the magnetic core of the storm and it was certainly straining the impulse engines as well as playing havoc on the sensors, but from what the instruments said the storm was moving and its trajectory adjusting. “Captain, I’m picking up another vessel coming in at warp.” “On screen Ensign Bryce.” “The interference is making the viewer inoperable Captain.” “Shall I disengage from the storm Captain?” “Negative Ensign Sherwood, maintain course, Spock, see if can help Ensign Bryce make anything of it.” “Aye Captain.” “Captain we are being hailed, but I can only get audio” “Put it through Uhura.” “This is Daimon Adred of the Ferengi Raider Krayton. You hew-mans are attempting to move a large quantity of dilithium that by contract belongs to the Ferengi alliance. We will be removing our dilithium now.” “Captain, they are powering transporters.” “Daimon if you do this the results could be-” but Captain Kirk never had a chance to finish his sentence as the familiar sensation of beaming began to engulf him and the entirety of the Enterprise. “What, what did you say?” “The ambassadors are Jedi Knights. I believe.” The silver protocol droid answered Viceroy Gunray’s demands. “I knew it. They are here to force a settlement.” “Distract them. I will contact Lord Sidious.” “Are you brain dead? I’m not going in there with two Jedi. Send a droid.” Within a few moments, the Viceroy had accepted Lord Sideous’s suggestion and begun landing troops on Naboo. “Sir-” “The Jedi are still coming through…” “Where are those Droideka?” “Sir-” “The Jedi are no match for Droideka” “Sir-” “What is it?” “An unknown vessel has entered the system.” “What do you mean unknown?” “It does not match any known configuration and is more than three times the size of the Radiant VII we just destroyed.” “We have done nothing wrong. They don’t know anything. Get vulture droids ready.” “Status report Mr. Spock.” “According to chronoton readings and Star charts, we are far from our previous location and at some point in the distant past. Position unknown. Star Date also unknown. Attempting to ascertain position, and time.” "In layman's terms, we are a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away." "I believe that is what I said Doctor." “Sir, I am detecting several massive wessels deploying some kind of shuttlecraft.” “Red alert. Shields up. No one is clear to fire. If we are in the past, we want to avoid damaging the time stream as much as we possibly can.” “There are dozens of these wessels Captain. They appear to be landing shuttlecraft on the planet.” “Only a few lifesigns Captain and based on the frequency of electronic communication from the lead ship, they appear to be mostly commanding a fleet of drones. They also appear to be jamming communications from the planet’s surface.” “The small shuttlecraft are firing some sort of primitive particle blast weapons at us Sir. Shields holding. No notable damage.” “There are a lot of these small drones. They could potentially pose a threat en masse. Uhura, hail the lead ship.” After a few more moments of ineffectual attack by the Vulture Droids, the lead Lucrehulk Battleship accepted the Enterprise’s hails. “Our communications systems appear incompatible Captain. Audio only.” “Thank you Commander, put me through.” Kirk stood out of habit as he laid out his address, but was interrupted before he could speak. “Our blockade is perfectly legal, what do you want?” “This is Captain James T. Kirk of the Federation Starship Enterprise. We bear you no hostile intent, but firing on a ship unprovoked seems very aggressive for a blockade. With whom am I speaking?” “This is Viceroy Nute Gunray of the Trade Federation.” Gunray put particular emphasis on the difference in name between the two. “We have already received the Supreme Chancellor’s Negotiators, but we have no interest in negotiations.” “Sir, the transport ships seem to be landing mainly at the largest city on the planet.” “Viceroy, if I might be able to interject-” Kirk paused, his desire for a peaceful solution seemed to be at odds with the temporal Prime Directive. These civilizations had clearly acquired interstellar travel, even if their weapons were hopelessly antiquated. “I believe I there is always grounds for diplomacy. Hold your invasion, and let us set up a meeting between you and the people of this planet.” “Sir, our vulture droids have been incapable of penetrating their shields, I do not know if even our main turbolaser batteries would have a noticeable effect.” The Nemodian looked to his B1 Star-Command droid. “Very well Captain. If you can convince Queen Amidala to sign the treaty, we will happily break our blockade.” “Very good Viceroy, an Officer and an away team will be over to your ship shortly. Enterprise out.” “First the Jedi, now this?” Gunray sighed and prepared to contact Lord Sidious again. After the Viceroy once again breached Darth Sidious, the Sith Lord spoke, "Viceroy. There is an opportunity here. I will dispatch Lord Maul to assist you. Let this Captain Kirk assemble all the players. He may even bring the Jedi into view. Then through cunning and Lord Maul's help, you will achieve our aims." “I’ve bought us time. Spock, I want you to figure out a way for us to get back to the Halkan system and our own time. Chekov, Uhura take a security team aboard this Trade Federation vessel. Their mercantile name and what we know of parallel universes suggests they may have some similarities with the Ferengi Commerce Alliance of our reality. First contact procedures, but consider them aggressive. Doctor McCoy, Commander Scott, take a security detachment and meet with the people of this planet. Try and ascertain why the Trade Federation has enacted this blockade and try and bring people to the negotiating table. Every second they spend talking is a moment they aren’t trying to blow each other up.” “Captain, I will remind you of the temporal Prime Directive-” “Yes Mr. Spock, but unfortunately the nature of our arrival has already disrupted the time stream. The sooner we are out of here the better. In the meantime, I’m not about to let an interplanetary war break out on my watch.” “Governor Bibble, where is Queen Amidala?” Qui Gon and Obi-Wan had with some difficulty made it to Theed only to find the occupying forces waiting outside the city instead of storming it. “She went with the Federation mediators from the ship Enterprise. They seemed earnest in the desire to create a negotiated peace.” Qui Gon and his Padawan exchanged glances, that did not seem to track with what the Trade Federation had said and done only hours before when they tried to kill the two Jedi. “Are there any craft which can bring us to the negotiations?” Governor Bibble led them to Ric Ollie and the Royal Yacht which would ferry them to the Enterprise. “Master, this feels wrong. The Force is clouded, like something shouldn’t be here.” “I agree Obi-Wan. It is good to be mindful of the Force always, but something certainly feels off.” “Could this be another Trade Federation trick?” “One must always be aware of the possibilities, but if the negotiations are going on in earnest, we should be there.” “Sir, a ship from the surface is requesting to dock with us. It’s coming up from the surface.” “Send them to shuttlebay two. Ensign Bearclaw, I want to meet them with a full security detail. The Naboo and the Trade Federation both will wait before we bring them together in Conference Room One.” Kirk made his way to the shuttlebay to receive the two Jedi Knights, who upon being greeted by the vessel’s Captain and sensing his earnest desire to negotiate a peace, were able to share the diplomatic demands of Supreme Chancellor Valorum. “Master Jinn, Mister Kenobi, perhaps you’d like to stay aboard the Enterprise for a bit. My officers should be bring Viceroy Gunray and his entourage on board as we speak. I have gotten them to agree to negotiations at 1800 hours, but that doesn’t give me much time to learn from Queen Amidala or the Viceroy about what to expect. If you are agreeable, I would like you to brief my senior staff.” Armed with the knowledge of the Trade Federation’s attempt on the lives of the Jedi Knights and their illegal invasion of Naboo, can Kirk create a nonviolent solution to the Phantom Menace and therefore avert all of the prequels? Can Nute Gunray turn this situation to his advantage and still get Sidious's plan to go off? Can he keep a negotiation going long enough for Darth Maul to get aboard the Enterprise and engineer a slaughter?

Disney, which acquired Lucasfilm and LucasArts last year in a $4.05 billion deal, has shut down the legendary LucasArts division. "After evaluating our position in the games market, we've decided to shift LucasArts from an internal development to a licensing model, minimizing the company's risk while achieving a broader portfolio of quality Star Wars games," Disney informed Game Informer in a statement. "As a result of this change, we've had layoffs across the organization. We are incredibly appreciative and proud of the talented teams who have been developing our new titles." Although a Star Wars game factory in recent years, the publisher will be remembered for its work defining the adventure genre from the '80s to the '90s, on such titles as Maniac Mansion, The Secret of Monkey Island, Grim Fandango and Day of the Tentacle. The soul of those games and that era moved on from the company after the departure of Ron Gilbert and Double Fine's Tim Schafer. The most recent project we are aware of by LucasArts is Star Wars 1313, but rumors have circulated for months about that project's ceased development. There's also the unclear fate of Star Wars: First Assault. As for Disney, after shutting down the last of its core developers, the company is all-in on Disney Infinity and mobile games. Source: http://www.joystiq.com/2013/04/03/disney-closes-lucasarts/ -Rakai'Thwei

"I think we should go to that restaurant at the end of the universe, what do you think Chewie?" "AAAAUUUGGHH." "Oh, Chewie.... To be honest with you, I've never understood a word you've ever said." At this very moment, even though Han Solo wasn't aware, his long time friend, Chewbaca, was thinking the exact same thing. Han and Chewie were leaving a planet where they had recently become rather rich, collecting a bounty that had been on the head of a well known thief that stole from politicians from around the galaxy. Han saw a star and got The Millennium Falcon as close to it as he could while soaring past it. "Oh Chewie there's a saying about flying too close to the sun, but I can't remember what it was..." Just then the star began to implode and Han Solo realized the slight irony of the situation. The imploding star began to swallow The Millennium Falcon as Han Solo and Chewie fought to propel the oddly shaped ship away from impending doom. The battle was futile for them, and as Han began to realize this he and Chewbaca ran to the rear of the ship where there was a secret escape pod, that with the correct firepower, could probably escape the massive blackhole. Han was beginning to wish his partner in crime wasn't so massive due to the fact that only one of them could fit into the pod. The ship suddenly shifted and Chewbaca fell into the pod, the doors shutting behind him. Han put his hands against the glass as he stared on at Chewie, while Chewie incessantly screamed more nonsense that Han couldn't understand. A metal barrier slid down between Chewbacca and Han Solo and Han was left alone with the sound of the pod escaping the hopeless ship. Han was then thrust against the wall, and immediately blacked out. A long time later, in a galaxy far away, John McClane was enjoying life. He had just left California where he had overthrown a group of terrorists led by a man named Hans Gruber. He was grabbing his stuff from his apartment so that he could move down to California and rekindle his marriage with his wife. Everything was looking up for him, and in the same way that irony had struck Han-Solo, it was about to strike John McClane. For as he was looking up, testing out some new sunglasses, the sun was blocked by a rather large object. It came flying over buildings, heading straight for central park. "What the f#@$ is that?" John started sprinting towards central park, everyone running in the opposite direction. He reached the outer wreckage, full of fire and ship debris. In the distance he saw a man in a white shirt with a black vest on, heading towards the city. "Hey! Stop! Come back!" Han ran quickly towards the buildings in front of him, a man shouting at him, but Han could trust nobody here, all that he could remember was Chewbacas departure and waking up with enough time to slow The Millennium Falcon and make for a landing safe enough to survive and escape. He was rather surprised that he wasn't injured. Han ran into a dark building with many vehicles that he couldn't identify parked within it. He slumped down behind one and caught his breath. He heard footsteps behind him. "What are you doing John?" John said to himself as he clutched his chest, trying to catch his breath. The man on the other side of the parking garage came out from behind a car. "Hey s#!& head! Were you in that giant hunk of metal that landed in The Park? Are you crazy!? There were people in that park." "I didn't mean to kill anyone, and for that I'm sorry. I just need to get out of here and get back to Chewbaca. Do you know if there's anyone around here who can help repair my ship?" "Ship? Like a spaceship? I don't know what that was, but you don't expect me to believe in aliens and $#!@ do you? I'm taking you down to the station now." "I'm not going anywhere with you!" Han held his hand steady over his gun, and John whispered to himself under his breath. "Yippee Ki Yay Mother !#%^&@" Things to remember: Han Solo has a laser gun and John McClanes pistol both essentially will kill the other one of they're shot by it. John McClane knows how to drive a car, however it would take time to hot-wire one, and if there is a key left in one a curious adventurer like Han-Solo may not find it too hard to figure out how to operate one. For the sake of argument they are both fighting alone and limited to the parking garage. And just to be clear, it's a fight to the death.

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