"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 she is."

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.

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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....