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Indiana jones and the saucer man from corellia: by "knight-ander"
Hey, old man, wake up." Han kicked the man's boot. "Chewie, get down here! I
think this guy is dead!"
The body groaned and moved, reaching for the hat covering his face. "Ugh,
what happened?" Indy said as he stood.
"Looks like we landed on your camp site," Han admitted. "Sorry about
that."
'Landed?" Indy sighed at the sight of half a dozen tents scattered across the
desert. "You have engine trouble or-." Indy froze, stunned at the sight of the
saucer-shaped craft.
Han nodded. "You could say that."
Indy sighed. "Aliens, why did it have to be aliens?"
End
think this guy is dead!"
The body groaned and moved, reaching for the hat covering his face. "Ugh,
what happened?" Indy said as he stood.
"Looks like we landed on your camp site," Han admitted. "Sorry about
that."
'Landed?" Indy sighed at the sight of half a dozen tents scattered across the
desert. "You have engine trouble or-." Indy froze, stunned at the sight of the
saucer-shaped craft.
Han nodded. "You could say that."
Indy sighed. "Aliens, why did it have to be aliens?"
End
knight's protecter: by "Teri"
Summary: H an Solo is a man of many secrets. What's more? What is the real reason Han decided to come back and help on the first mission to destroy the death star
Note: I set out to find what seems to be an elusive creature,
the Indiana Jones/Star Wars Crossover, particularly where Indy and Han are one
in the same man. The one or two I did find usually showed Han as having gotten
stuck in the past to live his life out on earth. Well, logically this makes
sense since Star Wars was filmed before Indiana Jones. Still I wondered what if
Han wasn't Indiana, but Indy was Han. All that was left was to figure out how
Indy ended up in Mos Eisley.
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with Harrison Ford nor the
owners and creators of Star Wars and Indiana Jones. No harm is intended to the
copyright holders. This story was written for my own enjoyment and hopefully the
amusement of others. Please do not archive this story without informing the
author.
Dedicated to Paradigm Shifter - the first Star Wars fan fiction writer
I ever read and a good friend. As it turns out, he also made a suggestion for
this story that made it a lot better. Thanks!
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"Take care of yourself, Han. I guess that's what you're good at." Luke said
in disappointment.
"Hey, Luke." Han wanted to protest, but he couldn't. "May the Force be with
you."
Luke nodded slightly as he left Han to finish packing the Falcon.
Chewie roared in apparent disapproval.
"What are you looking at? Look, I know what I am doing."
Han knew that Luke wanted him to stay and help the Rebellion against the
Empire. He knew that Chewie wanted them to stay. It didn't matter; he was on his
way to pay-off Jabba and get as far away from these lunatics as possible.
He finished loading, set a course, and left. No plans to ever look back. He
had played the part of a hero once upon a time, but not anymore. He was done
with that life. Now he looked after number one. He had paid his dues. The
Rebellion wasn't his fight, it wasn't his time, and it didn't have anything to
do with him
"It's time to ask yourself what you believe."
An adversary once asked him that, now it was only a voice from his past.
"I don't believe in anything anymore." He said aloud.
"You must believe, boy."
His father's voice, his wonderful foolish father.
One of his fondest memories was when he and his father were being chased down
by a plane shooting at them and there was nowhere to run. His father turned and
opened his umbrella, the one he always carried with him, and started running
through the flock of birds. He looked like a fool, but he caused them to become
airborne. The same flock miraculously caused the Nazi plane that was shooting at
them to crash.
"I finally remembered my Charlemagne; let the rocks, and the trees, be my
armies, even the birds in the sky." His father smiled at him.
Han chuckled to himself. Birds in the sky - the armies, kind of reminded him
of this 'Force' nonsense.
Who is the more foolish, the fool or the fool who follows him?"He laughed. Maybe it made him a fool, but he sure did follow his father on
'some damn fool idealistic crusade.' He ended up going after the Holy Grail, his
father's dream.
He was always getting pulled into some foolish scheme after. How many times
had he fought the Nazis when his only goal was to acquire something for Marcus
and the museum? Still the Nazis were a huge evil that needed to be stopped.
"Nazis, I hate these guys." He said once. Was the Empire less of a threat?
No, he didn't think so.
Why was he even thinking about this? He needed to look out for himself. This
wasn't his time.
I knew you'd come. - - - I was chosen because I was the bravest, the
strongest - - - I pass it to you."
"As the true Grail will bring you life, the false Grail will take it
from you."
"You have chosen wisely."
"The Grail cannot past beyond the great seal. That is the boundary and
the price of immortality."
The Knight thought he was the one to become the protector. Why the old Knight
ever thought something like that was still a mystery. He was no one's protector.
However, he was right about the Grail. The Grail never actually passed the seal,
he thought it had, but it didn't that is why he was here. Still here or not he
wasn't a protector. He was in it for number one. Too much had happened for it to
be any different.
"Indiana. Indiana, Let it go."
Solo sighed. That was a name he had not heard in a long time. "Let it go."
How could he? Maybe, his father was right. Maybe it was time.
"Only with a leap from the Lion's head will he prove his worth."
"A leap of faith."
A leap of faith? Could he? Should he? A leap of faith. Protect the Rebellion.
Protect the young Jedi Knight. A leap of faith.
"Why are you sitting there resting when we are so near the
end?"
He heard his father's voice in his mind once more.
"Why indeed, Dad?" He smiled for a moment trying to picture his father if he
were to see his only son now. The truth was that Dad spent his life looking for
the grail and once told him that it was important not because it was archeology,
but because it represented the race against evil. The evil then had been the
Nazis, but now it was the Empire. The Empire that Luke and the Rebellion hoped
to deliver a death knell to today.
"Only with a leap from the Lion's head will he prove his worth."
"A leap of faith."
He could do it. He had done it before and he could do it again.
"Why are you sitting there resting when we are so near the
end?"
"Chewie! We're changing heading. We are going back."
Chewie roared his approval, then snuffled a question, which Han ignored. One
thing at a time.
The Falcon was a fast ship and it wasn't long before the only son of Dr.
Henry Jones was back fighting evil. Protecting good from evil: that had become
his job long ago.
One war whoop and an enthusiastic accompaniment from Chewie later, and the
way was clear: laid in stone. "Okay, kid. Let's blow this thing so we can all go
home." He grinned as he said the words, feeling the adrenaline again, the
adventure, the fight against evil, and idly wondered if he could find his old
brown fedora.
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Ireally hope that someone enjoyed that and maybe I convinced someone that
Han Solo might just be Indiana Jones.
Thanks,
Teri 07/26/2004