It's the Truth, I Swear!
by Mary Christmas (unicorn_76010 at lycos.com)
"So there was a crash," Holmes stated, "as I said before."
Lestrade gave him an annoyed look. "Not exactly. The crash
didn't happen until after Watson's sensors went dead. Because
whatever made that happen took out the controls on my cruiser so
that I had no flying ability whatsoever -- and not only that...."
A sudden darkness filled Lestrade's vision as she desperately
worked to bring the craft back under control. The computer refused
to respond, and she couldn't put it on manual -- though she was
certain that wouldn't work either. Then, a few minutes later, the
shadows lifted and she could see again. The familiar skyscape of
buildings filled her vision. If they were a bit odd-looking, well,
that was just recent events -- and the strain of still being unable
to maneuver the cruiser.
"Watson, could you give me a hand here?" she growled out
between clenched teeth. "Watson?" she prompted when the compudroid
didn't respond. A quick glance in his direction told her her vehicle
wasn't the only thing having technical difficulties. "Wonderful...she
is going to pay for this and pay dearly. I don't care whose daughter
Too late she saw the highrise rushing at great speed towards
her, and too late she noticed that it was quite a bit higher than
anything she had seen before. In fact, there was more traffic around
than was normal. A bonejarring -- or cracking, if she hadn't been
strapped in -- crash thrilled through her body. The sound of metal
scraping on metal made her wince.
The cruiser, having been slowed considerably, came to a
complete stop in the middle of some sort of large office -- a very
large office. A door on the opposite side of the room from where the
craft rested opened and a group of armed, uniformed men ran inside,
training their weapons on them. Then, right behind them came a tall
man with a kindly face dressed in long, flowing black robes, and
another man, portly, dressed in gaudy-colored robes -- though she
had to admit they certainly matched his blue skin and head-tails.
"What the..." She blinked and rubbed at her eyes, then looked
again. They were still there.
"Aliens? Now there's an original story for you," Holmes said dryly.
Lestrade folded her arms across her chest and glared. "You
said you wanted a story -- and that it was up to you whether you
would believe it or not. So shouldn't you wait to hear the whole
thing before you pass judgement? Hmm?"
"Yes," Watson agreed, "Anyway, Lestrade found a way to
reactivate me and asked me to tell her what I saw...."
His sensors reactivated, Watson looked out at the scene
Lestrade was asking him to verify. He took in the armed men. "We've
handled better odds, Inspector. Surely...."
"No, look at everything, Watson," she insisted.
He scanned the rest of the room. There was a man who looked
quite a bit like a barrister, in long black robes, and another man
with blue skin and some sort of things hanging off his head, a woman
with a high, conical forehead and....
"You see what I see?" Lestrade asked softly, "It's not just me?"
"I believe I know what you mean, Inspector. Now what are we to
do about it?"
"Come out of there, with your hands raised in a non-threatening
manner!" one of the uniformed men shouted -- most likely an officer.
Then the man in black whispered something to him. The officer shook
his head vehemently, then heaved a visible sigh, and with a wave of
his hand, the armed men retreated.
The black-robed man walked forward with a smile on his face,
and stopped before the door on Lestrade's side of the hovercraft.
After a pause the door opened.
"As I thought, you aren't from around here, are you?" the man asked.
"No," Lestrade answered quickly, "we're from...Tatooine.
Visiting...um, the capitol...."
The man laughed good-naturedly, though Watson could detect an
undercurrent of malice. "Now, now, my dear. You don't really expect
me to believe that, do you?"
Lestrade stiffened, and then she plastered a smile similar to
the man's on her face. "No, I don't really expect you to. All right,
here's the real explanation, Chancellor...I was sent by someone who
you don't know to assassinate a certain....problem within the Senate...."
The man's expression cleared instantly and a more genuine
smile crossed his lips. Watson had absolutely no clue what Lestrade
was doing, but he deemed it best to play along -- especially as
whatever it was appeared to be getting results.
Okay, anybody know what the crossover is?
Editor's Note: Well, I'm sure you do, so I'll mention that
characters and situations in this world belong to that dude up on
Skywalker Ranch. Don't sue us, dude; we're just doing that fair
use transformative thing....
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