Title: The Outlaw & the Jedi; or Jedi in the Hood
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robinfanatic
Plot spoilers: if you haven't seen 2.13 then there be spoilers here
CrossOver/A/U Fic: Robin Hood/Star Wars (No major knowledge of SW is necessary.)
Characters: The gang from bbc's RH and one little known SW character named Alex.
Warnings: None at this time
Rating: PG-13
Copyright Notice: All characters owned by the BBC, Tiger Aspect Media, and George Lucas.
Summary: This story takes place at least a year after 2.13. Jedi Knight Alex arrives in Sherwood Forest with amnesia. Robin and the gang get to know her as her memory returns and she helps uncover the mystery of Sheriff Gisborne's latest guests at the castle. How will she explain the Force to lads from the 12th century? And how will she get back home? (Background info on Alex over on Wookieepedia. I'm assuming that Alex has completed her Jedi training as the author intended.)
Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Chapter 6
"Who would like to join me for a hunt?" Much asked as he closed up the camp kitchen. The outlaws had enjoyed a breakfast of eggs--the last of them, too, until they visited one of the villages on their rounds. "I should like to find a deer. That would keep us full for a few days and then we'd have some meat to share and trade for more eggs."
"Deer meat would be good," Allan agreed, smacking his lips and thinking that it would be nice to have something other than Much's rabbit or squirrel for a change. They'd given their last deer meat to folks in Clun more than a week earlier. "I'll go."
John grunted an agreement.
"May I join you?" Alex asked eagerly. "I don't think I've ever gone on a hunt before."
Much and Allan exchanged a 'sure, why not' shrug and gathered their bows and quivers.
"Alex," Robin said as he slung his quiver over his shoulder, "I must warn you. It is against the law to kill the king's deer."
"Yeah," Allan told her, "the Sheriff's men nearly took off me fingers when I was caught trying to get some supper."
"Then let's be sure we don't get caught!" Alex replied.
Little John smiled and started to head up the hill away from the campsite. "Her, I like."
"You go," Djaq told the outlaws. "Will and I will watch the camp."
"Right," Allan smiled. "Keep a good eye on it, eh?"
Will threw an innocent look at his friend. "We will," he replied, placing his arm across Djaq's shoulder. "Take your time."
Much grinned at his friends and gave Allan a playful shove as they followed John out of the
camp.
"So what is this weapon you use?" Alex asked Robin as they brought up the rear of the hunting party.
"It is my bow."
"Robin is the finest archer in Nottingham," Much said. Glancing back at the young woman, he
proceeded to tell her the history of Saracen bows and of archery tournaments where Robin had
taken first place since at least his fourteenth year.
"You fought the Saracens in the Holy Land." Alex paused thoughtfully. "Djaq is a Saracen, yet she is one of you."
"Djaq was brought to England as a slave. We freed her and she chose to stay to help us."
"Ya' know, some of us are pretty good with swords, too," Allan said, pulling his blade from its scabbard.
Alex grimaced and had to stop walking until the pain subsided. I don't understand, she thought to herself. Why is this happening? What does it mean? she cried out in her mind. There was no response. No other memories surfaced, making the pain seem utterly useless.
"Your wound?" Robin asked.
Alex drew in a deep breath. "I'm alright."
"What happened?" Allan asked.
"It's an old wound, Allan. With all your swords around, I will be in deep poo-doo if I can't learn to ignore the pain."
"Just the sight of a sword does that to you?” John asked.
Alex nodded.
"Poo-doo?" Much asked, his blue eyes lit with the curiosity of a child. "What is that?"
Alex laughed. "A memory, I guess," she replied, surprised at how naturally that word had
come out and seemed part of her vocabulary. “It must mean 'trouble'.”
Allan chuckled. “It's a funny soundin' word.”
John agreed with a grunt. “I do not suggest you use it around Nottingham, Allan.”
"Would people think he's crazy?" Alex asked.
"That, or he's shouting some curse," John said.
"They might lock him!" Much exclaimed.
"I wouldn't want you to get arrested, Allan,” Alex said. She turned her attention back to Robin's bow, her brow furrowed in concentration. The design seemed familiar. “Your bow reminds me of the bowcaster, used by... by..."
"A bowcaster?” Allan said.
“By whom?" Much asked.
"By... I don't know." Alex sighed. "I am really getting tired of saying that."
Much nodded sympathetically.
"What did you call it? A bowcaster?" Robin asked.
“Now if only I could remember where I've seen one!”
“Give it time. Your life seems to be coming back to you in little pieces.”
“Exactly,” she said, unable to mask her frustration. “But when will the puzzle be complete?”
>->------------>>
Two hours later, deer meat roasted on the spit. Djaq and Will sharpened their blades while Allan napped in one of the camp's hammocks. John gathered more kindling for the fire and Much added some fresh herbs to the meat.
"Would you give me a lesson with the bow?" Alex asked Robin who sat nearby whittling away on
a new arrow.
"Only if you promise to help make more arrows after lunch!”
"Of course!"
"Hm... we need a target. There," Robin said as he walked past the campfire. He pointed toward a dark notch in a tree about 6 yards away.
"Isn't that too close?" Alex asked as Allan climbed from the hammock. "You were much farther away when you took down the deer."
"But I've been doing this for years!”
Alex frowned.
"Make it more of a challenge, Robin," Djaq suggested.
"Alright," he conceded. "What about that tree just to the right and 10 yards back?"
"Right," Allan said, betraying the amusement in his eyes. "Much better."
Robin posed with his bow for Alex, demonstrating the way to hold the arrow and the placement of fingers on the arrow and string. She placed her hands on the bow as he had and tugged gently at the string before positioning the arrow.
Robin set his own bow down and moved behind her. "Like this," he said, wrapping his arm around her to show her the finger hold again. He stepped back and said, "Go on then."
Alex drew the string back and let the arrow fly. To everyone's surprise, the arrow hit its mark. The outlaws cheered.
Robin grinned skeptically. "Beginner's luck," he said. "Let's see if you can do that again."
And she did. Robin shook his head as his grin grew to a wide smile, then he gave her a hug.
A soft smile washed across Much's face. "Look at him," he said quietly from his seat near the fire.
"Jealous, Much?" Djaq kidded him.
"No. He's smiling. How long has it been since you've seen him smile like that?"
"Since Marian died," Will said, taking Djaq's hand into his own and squeezing it gently.
"Months ago," Allan added.
Little John nodded. "It is good to see him smile."
>->----------------->>>
Author:
robinfanatic Plot spoilers: if you haven't seen 2.13 then there be spoilers here
CrossOver/A/U Fic: Robin Hood/Star Wars (No major knowledge of SW is necessary.)
Characters: The gang from bbc's RH and one little known SW character named Alex.
Warnings: None at this time
Rating: PG-13
Copyright Notice: All characters owned by the BBC, Tiger Aspect Media, and George Lucas.
Summary: This story takes place at least a year after 2.13. Jedi Knight Alex arrives in Sherwood Forest with amnesia. Robin and the gang get to know her as her memory returns and she helps uncover the mystery of Sheriff Gisborne's latest guests at the castle. How will she explain the Force to lads from the 12th century? And how will she get back home? (Background info on Alex over on Wookieepedia. I'm assuming that Alex has completed her Jedi training as the author intended.)
Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Chapter 6
"Who would like to join me for a hunt?" Much asked as he closed up the camp kitchen. The outlaws had enjoyed a breakfast of eggs--the last of them, too, until they visited one of the villages on their rounds. "I should like to find a deer. That would keep us full for a few days and then we'd have some meat to share and trade for more eggs."
"Deer meat would be good," Allan agreed, smacking his lips and thinking that it would be nice to have something other than Much's rabbit or squirrel for a change. They'd given their last deer meat to folks in Clun more than a week earlier. "I'll go."
John grunted an agreement.
"May I join you?" Alex asked eagerly. "I don't think I've ever gone on a hunt before."
Much and Allan exchanged a 'sure, why not' shrug and gathered their bows and quivers.
"Alex," Robin said as he slung his quiver over his shoulder, "I must warn you. It is against the law to kill the king's deer."
"Yeah," Allan told her, "the Sheriff's men nearly took off me fingers when I was caught trying to get some supper."
"Then let's be sure we don't get caught!" Alex replied.
Little John smiled and started to head up the hill away from the campsite. "Her, I like."
"You go," Djaq told the outlaws. "Will and I will watch the camp."
"Right," Allan smiled. "Keep a good eye on it, eh?"
Will threw an innocent look at his friend. "We will," he replied, placing his arm across Djaq's shoulder. "Take your time."
Much grinned at his friends and gave Allan a playful shove as they followed John out of the
camp.
"So what is this weapon you use?" Alex asked Robin as they brought up the rear of the hunting party.
"It is my bow."
"Robin is the finest archer in Nottingham," Much said. Glancing back at the young woman, he
proceeded to tell her the history of Saracen bows and of archery tournaments where Robin had
taken first place since at least his fourteenth year.
"You fought the Saracens in the Holy Land." Alex paused thoughtfully. "Djaq is a Saracen, yet she is one of you."
"Djaq was brought to England as a slave. We freed her and she chose to stay to help us."
"Ya' know, some of us are pretty good with swords, too," Allan said, pulling his blade from its scabbard.
Alex grimaced and had to stop walking until the pain subsided. I don't understand, she thought to herself. Why is this happening? What does it mean? she cried out in her mind. There was no response. No other memories surfaced, making the pain seem utterly useless.
"Your wound?" Robin asked.
Alex drew in a deep breath. "I'm alright."
"What happened?" Allan asked.
"It's an old wound, Allan. With all your swords around, I will be in deep poo-doo if I can't learn to ignore the pain."
"Just the sight of a sword does that to you?” John asked.
Alex nodded.
"Poo-doo?" Much asked, his blue eyes lit with the curiosity of a child. "What is that?"
Alex laughed. "A memory, I guess," she replied, surprised at how naturally that word had
come out and seemed part of her vocabulary. “It must mean 'trouble'.”
Allan chuckled. “It's a funny soundin' word.”
John agreed with a grunt. “I do not suggest you use it around Nottingham, Allan.”
"Would people think he's crazy?" Alex asked.
"That, or he's shouting some curse," John said.
"They might lock him!" Much exclaimed.
"I wouldn't want you to get arrested, Allan,” Alex said. She turned her attention back to Robin's bow, her brow furrowed in concentration. The design seemed familiar. “Your bow reminds me of the bowcaster, used by... by..."
"A bowcaster?” Allan said.
“By whom?" Much asked.
"By... I don't know." Alex sighed. "I am really getting tired of saying that."
Much nodded sympathetically.
"What did you call it? A bowcaster?" Robin asked.
“Now if only I could remember where I've seen one!”
“Give it time. Your life seems to be coming back to you in little pieces.”
“Exactly,” she said, unable to mask her frustration. “But when will the puzzle be complete?”
>->------------>>
Two hours later, deer meat roasted on the spit. Djaq and Will sharpened their blades while Allan napped in one of the camp's hammocks. John gathered more kindling for the fire and Much added some fresh herbs to the meat.
"Would you give me a lesson with the bow?" Alex asked Robin who sat nearby whittling away on
a new arrow.
"Only if you promise to help make more arrows after lunch!”
"Of course!"
"Hm... we need a target. There," Robin said as he walked past the campfire. He pointed toward a dark notch in a tree about 6 yards away.
"Isn't that too close?" Alex asked as Allan climbed from the hammock. "You were much farther away when you took down the deer."
"But I've been doing this for years!”
Alex frowned.
"Make it more of a challenge, Robin," Djaq suggested.
"Alright," he conceded. "What about that tree just to the right and 10 yards back?"
"Right," Allan said, betraying the amusement in his eyes. "Much better."
Robin posed with his bow for Alex, demonstrating the way to hold the arrow and the placement of fingers on the arrow and string. She placed her hands on the bow as he had and tugged gently at the string before positioning the arrow.
Robin set his own bow down and moved behind her. "Like this," he said, wrapping his arm around her to show her the finger hold again. He stepped back and said, "Go on then."
Alex drew the string back and let the arrow fly. To everyone's surprise, the arrow hit its mark. The outlaws cheered.
Robin grinned skeptically. "Beginner's luck," he said. "Let's see if you can do that again."
And she did. Robin shook his head as his grin grew to a wide smile, then he gave her a hug.
A soft smile washed across Much's face. "Look at him," he said quietly from his seat near the fire.
"Jealous, Much?" Djaq kidded him.
"No. He's smiling. How long has it been since you've seen him smile like that?"
"Since Marian died," Will said, taking Djaq's hand into his own and squeezing it gently.
"Months ago," Allan added.
Little John nodded. "It is good to see him smile."
>->----------------->>>
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A soft smile washed across Much's face. "Look at him," he said quietly from his seat near the fire.
"Jealous, Much?" Djaq kidded him.
"No. He's smiling. How long has it been since you've seen him smile like that?"
"Since Marian died," Will said, taking Djaq's hand into his own and squeezing it gently.
"Months ago," Allan added.
Little John nodded. "It is good to see him smile."
Awwws! Good fic.
Can't wait for chapter 7.