This fanfiction was basically inspired by the Michael Reaves and John Pelan edited anthology collection called "Shadows over Baker Street: Sherlock Holmes enters the dark, nightmare world of H.P Lovecraft" where the authors (including Barbara Hambly and Michael's collaborator on both novels of the STAR WARS: Medstar doulogy and the novel "Death Star," Steve Perry) successfully crossed over Sherlock Holmes (and other Sir Arthur Conan Doyle characters like Irene Adler) with Lovecraft's Cthulhu Mythos successfully enough to have given ME nightmares three nights running.

I figured if they could do this, why couldn't I try to cross over Holmes and STAR WARS?

My next post will be the first actual entry in this fan fiction.

I am using a Steve Perry character as if he HADN'T died when Darth Vader's flagship, the Executor, attacked and destroyed his skyhook, "Falleen's Fist" over Imperial Center: Prince Xizor...though I guess considering what you, Dear Reader, will learn about Xizor in this fan fic, Prince is no longer an accurate title for Xizor... .

Dec 19, 2008 10:33 AM | Report Abuse reply

It was November 3, 1889 when my wife and I chanced to encounter Sherlock Holmes as the latter was returning to Baker Street.

‘Good evening, Watson, Mrs. Watson.’

‘Good evening to you as well, Mr. Holmes.’ We exchanged a few more words before Mary and I took our leave.

A fortnight or so later, I was knocking up Holmes’ door, quite frantic. My wife had been abducted and the housemaid had testified to me that something strange had been left behind by her abductor: a strangely shaped gun; which I had brought with me to Holmes’ study. I explained to Holmes that in handling it, it had discharged, not a solid bullet as I had expected but rather concentric circles of blue…light; for lack of a better word. These rings of light had struck the housemaid, rendering her unconscious for almost an hour.

As I spoke to Holmes, Mrs. Hudson appeared with Wiggins in tow. ‘A note, sir, for Dr. Watson,’ he said handing it to me. The note looked like it was on rather expensive notepaper. What it was, at the time, neither Holmes nor I knew. The note simply said for me to be at the platform at Euston Station by midnight with only Holmes and I might possibly have my wife returned to me.

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There were drops of a green coloured substance on the note. These green spots were still wet. And when Holmes tested it with the reagent he had invented, it tested positive for haemoglobin! Needless to say, both of our jaws fairly scraped the floor.

‘No living thing of this world that I know of, Holmes, has green blood.’

‘Indeed. Rather outré, wouldn’t you say, Watson?’

The clock showed half past ten when we left for Euston Station. Little did either of know that we would soon become entangled in the politics of both a planet and a galaxy far from London; nor that in the minds of those we helped, their technology still lay several millennia in advance of ours.

At midnight, the voice of my beloved called out, ‘John!’ Mary was being shoved forward with a gun in her back similar to the one her abductor had left at our home. A click told me Holmes had @#$%ed the pistol he carried in his coat pocket.

‘Please, Mr. Holmes, your pistol would be useless against a BlasTech DC--17; even if it is set on Stun,’ the voice was that of a well educated, cultured man. He was several inches taller than Holmes and well cloaked. As we looked on, I detected a faint scent reminiscent, in my mind at least, of cloves. The hand griping my wife’s shoulder possessed well trimmed and manicured nails that seemed to be slightly clawed.

‘The three of you are to come with me.’

‘If we refuse?’

‘Then you may well be responsible for a coup d’etat on Falleen.’

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‘Falleen? Neither Dr. Watson nor I have even heard of a country named Falleen nor of inhabitants who seem to exude a pleasing scent,’ Holmes said. So he too had noticed the scent of cloves that seemed to cling to Mary’s abductor. Later Holmes and I were to learn that this was true of all Falleen, that they exuded pheromones to influence others….

‘Sherlock, please! We are wasting time!’

‘Mrs. Watson is correct, Mr. Holmes. We are indeed wasting time.’ The abductor’s accent was clipped now. This tableau held, and then Holmes nodded, saying, ‘Very well.’

‘Excellent!’ Placing a wrist to his mouth, the man said something in a completely unfamiliar language, and was replied to in the same language, though there were hints that the voice that answered him was a feminine one. At this point a vessel of an equally unknown design materialized next to the tracks with a ramp that looked suspiciously like an unfurled reptilian tongue. Striding down this ramp was the strangest looking person I had seen to that point in time: skeletally thin with glowing reddish-yellow eyes, the creature was a tall as Holmes and was of a metallic copper colour.

‘HK-47, see to the comfort of our guests while my co-pilot and I prepare the Stinger for departure.’

‘Yes, Master. Statement: Mistress Vana’s plan, if I may say so, seems quite complex.’ With that, HK-47, a strange name I mused, took the three of us in hand and lead us to a comfortable lounge where there was laid out for us what seemed like a High Tea spread. Holmes and I both knew now that Mary’s captor was working for a woman.

‘Have you been mistreated, Mary?’

‘On the contrary, Sherlock, I have been quite well treated, aside from a screaming headache,’ Mary replied. We later discovered that this was sometimes a quite common after effect of a Stun blast.

‘Interesting. Your impressions of these people?’

Mary shrugged, obviously unable to tell us anything enlightening. Not long after we had, for the most part, eaten the snacks laid out for us, we heard a measured step and saw our “host,” for lack of a better word, coming into the lounge.

‘We’ve just made the jump to hyperspace and I can answer your questions, as it will take us three days to get to Falleen,’ he said. As he spoke he pulled back his hood and removed a mask from over his face. We were looking at a rather handsome man with a high, gold wrapped topknot of blue-black hair with a suggestion of reddish coloured scales, like those of a fish, on his skin and warm, though ice coloured, blue eyes. The cloak came off and was neatly folded before being placed on a settee. His robes were a richly embroidered Tyrian scarlet, with a cylindrical object hanging off of what looked like a richly glossy black leather belt at his hips; which we later learned was made of rancor hide. Our host’s attire was finished with fingerless black gloves on his hands and slipper-shoes on his feet.

Dec 20, 2008 10:30 AM | Report Abuse reply

‘My name is Sel’mak Rauko. I am the son of Hyksos and Xule Ziss Rauko. Recently, a murder was committed in the Sizhran Palace. The Sizhran Palace is located in the capital city of Falleen, Kel’nash.’

‘And you wish us to find the murderer?’

‘Correct, Mr. Holmes. I was chosen because the Queen, Vana Sizhran, trusts no one else as much as does me; except for a few others. Those few being her Handmaidens, HK-47, General Sheelal and Balancesheet. That being said, I was chosen because she thought I could visually blend in better than the others, especially Balancesheet.’

As he spoke, his colour seemed to be changing from a dull red to a more pinkish colour and he smiled softly. ‘You must love your Queen very much to have undertaken such a dangerous assignment, Mr. Rauko,’ Holmes said, obviously having used Sel’mak’s colour change and his soft smile as indications of his mood. A feminine voice called from the doorway, saying ‘You have no idea.’

Sel’mak’s smile got a little bigger though it still seemed sad and he beckoned her forward. She came into the lounge. She was a fairly attractive, though short and compact, woman with dusky green skin and black hair in a gold wrapped topknot. Her robes too were richly embroidered in white, though they were black, rather than Sel’mak’s Tyrian scarlet. A hand was wrapped in a blood splattered bandage and she exhibited signs of having been crying recently: her brown eyes were rimmed in red and swollen.

Holmes gave me a significant look: it had been her blood on the note. Sel’mak was speaking again, introducing us: ‘Elanor Rauko, my co-pilot and wife and one of my Queen’s Handmaidens.’

‘Madam Rauko,’ Holmes said, kissing her hand in greeting. She nodded. It seemed that there was something she was hiding. Then, turning back to Sel’mak, Holmes said, ‘You spoke of a murder?’

Dec 20, 2008 10:38 AM | Report Abuse reply

Sel’mak activated a display and we saw what looked like, for all intents and purposes, a nursery. ‘Off and on for the past three years, the Sizhran Palace has been the site of numerous attacks by insurrectionists. We were already on our way to Earth when Elanor and I received word of the murder.’

‘Was this nursery the scene of the crime?’

‘No. This particular nursery is used exclusively by Crown Princess Su L’ing Sizhran and her identical twin sister, Princess Mai L’ing. My nieces.’

Holmes replied, ‘I suspected as much when your wife said we had no idea of your relationship with the Queen.’ A sad smile was on Sel’mak’s face. ‘The crime scene has been sealed so that the evidence could be preserved.’

This was Madam Rauko who had spoken. The tome of her voice caused a light to dawn and Holmes said, ‘The murder victim was your child, wasn’t he or she, Madam Rauko?’

Madam Rauko looked close to bursting into tears again, so Sel’mak said, ‘Yes. Our eighteen month old son, Zurros. Zurros was second in line for the throne of Falleen and my sister, Queen Vana, suspects that her daughter Su L’ing was the intended target. This is all I can tell you at the present time as it is all the information I or my wife personally have,’ Sel’mak said, adding, ‘I would recommend that the three of you spend the remainder of the trip reading the materials which will acquaint you with the politics and etiquette of my home world.’

As per Sel’mak’s suggestion, the three of us did just that for the time that remained to us in hyperspace, whatever that was. It turned out that HK-47 also turned out to be useful in helping us….

‘What is your function in the court at Sizhran palace, HK-47?’ Holmes asked. He was leaning back in one of the settees in the Stinger’s lounge as he asked HK-47 this question.

‘Statement: I am an assassin droid. The 47 in my model number means I was the forty-seventh HK unit to be manufactured.’

‘Why would a King keep an assassin droid?’ I myself asked. Mary was sleeping so she had heard nothing of this conversation. ‘Statement: Because I have sometimes proved useful in that capacity, though now I am King Xizor’s Security chief.’

Now we knew the Christian name of the King who was our host’s brother-in-law. That might help us to determine who among the insurrectionists had a motive for attacking the Royal Family…if it was a personal reason, rather than a straight out political reason.

‘HK-47, is there a specific reason that King Xizor and Queen Vana believe their daughter Su L’ing was the specific target of this assassination?’

‘Statement: You sussed that out rather quickly for an organic meatbag, Mr. Holmes. Indeed there is. It is because both of them are Jedi.’

Though neither of us had encountered the word ‘Jedi’ before in our reading, neither did either of us want to admit it to HK-47 that we hadn’t figured out what a Jedi was. We heard a giggle behind us and we both saw that Elanor Rauko had been watching us.

‘Is there something you wish to say, Madam Rauko?”

‘Although my brother-in-law denies it, I suspect that my niece Savan found a way to escape her death sentence for physically attacking the Queen after poisoning her with a nanovirus before she became pregnant. Not to mention the fact that she hired an Anzati assassin to go after Vana the day she married Xizor, actually resulting in the death of Vana’s paternal grandparents and an uncle. These attempts are tantamount to high treason.’

Several previous assassination attempts put this murder into a different light. ‘Was this Savan put on trial for her crimes?’ Holmes asked.

Dec 20, 2008 10:43 AM | Report Abuse reply

Madam Rauko nodded. Sel’mak added, ‘Yes, she was. And once convicted of high treason; she was duly sentenced to death by Blood Creeper. Even for a traitor, death by Blood Creeper is a particularly vile way to die as it takes several weeks to complete.’

HK-47 let off the mechanical equivalent of a maniacal cackle and said, ‘Statement: Indeed it is, Mistress Elanor. Would you like me to elucidate the details for Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson? I am quite sure that as a medical man, Dr. Watson will find it especially enlightening.’

‘No, HK-47. I believe that if they want to hear that information, they had best hear it from the executioner; should they wish to question him.’

From the view port, we could see a gathering crowd of large, well muscled black-clad Falleen males protectively surrounding an even taller and more impressively muscled Falleen male who was wearing supremely rich robes and two cylinders similar to the one Sel’mak wore. In addition, he wore what appeared to be a crown.

‘The King, I presume,’ I said.

Sel’mak nodded. ‘Indeed, that is my brother-in-law, King Xizor Sihzran. In addition to being our legitimate head of government, he is also the Underlord of Black Sun.’

‘Black Sun?’

I concealed a grin. Finally, I knew something that Holmes did not. ‘Black Sun, Holmes, is the largest underworld organization in this galaxy.’ Mary tittered. Holmes blushed. He knew I had him.

‘Dr. Watson is correct, Mr. Holmes, on every point. My brother-in-law is both a legitimate King and a criminal kingpin.’ I almost had to laugh at the look on Holmes’ face when he heard that! As we watched, a fist sized black spider crawled up onto the King’s shoulder. I shuddered. I didn’t like spiders.

‘Time to get off the Stinger. The three of you will need to meet with my brother-in-law, my sister and their Intelligence Chief.’

‘Who is the Intelligence Chief?’

‘His name is Balancesheet. He’s an Assembler. That’s his species name.’

‘And what do these Assemblers look like?’

Sel’mak and his wife both must have heard some fear in my voice because one of them said, ‘They normally look like giant black spiders. Balancesheet, however, is the size of an average sized Falleen fist.’

I nearly fainted. Nevertheless, I escorted Mary down the ramp behind Holmes, who walked behind HK-47. HK-47 seemed to have taken up a position behind and to the left of Sel’mak, like a dog at heel. Then I realized that in HK-47’s case the position was more like that of a bodyguard.

Out of the cornier of my mouth, I muttered to Holmes, ‘I don’t like spiders, Holmes.’

He shrugged. I should have known better.

Dec 20, 2008 12:00 PM | Report Abuse reply

wow some know is thinking out of the box and its awesome work :D I love Sherlock Holmes so this is just plain great work

Dec 20, 2008 12:55 PM | Report Abuse reply

Thanks G-Man...and that's just the beginning. I am copying & pasting from a WORD document.

Dec 20, 2008 1:14 PM | Report Abuse reply

We saw Sel’mak and his wife bow before their King. Then he kissed them on their cheeks and hugged them formally. Then he turned to us.

‘Ah. Mr. Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson. I am glad my brother-on-law had no trouble finding you,’ he said, shaking hands with us.

‘He did not, Sire,’ Holmes said. ‘I see you are a swordsman,’ he added. I smiled.

The king smiled back, nodding. ‘The calluses on my hands and the way I stood no doubt,’ he said, fairly astonishing Holmes.

‘That and the fact you have two deactivated lightsaber hilts hanging at your waist.’

‘My lightsaber combat form is known as Jar’Kai, Mr. Holmes.’

Evidently Holmes had read even further into these matters than I had…as was usual for him in fact. ‘I must beg your pardon for saying this, Sire, but given your brother-in-law’s words, the three of us thought your Queen would be with you,’ Mary said. Xizor turned to her, smiled and kissing her hand politely said, ‘I thought so as well, Madam Watson. Alas, Vana has had a…disciplinary matter to deal with involving her new Padawan learner.’

Sel’mak looked at his brother-in-law and said, ‘Did J’ian Li almost blow up the palace again?’

This remark caused a nervous chuckle among the King’s bodyguards. ‘Nothing quite as serious as that, Sel’mak. Your cousin J’ian merely allowed Mai L’ing to get hold of her lightsaber.’

‘A lightsaber in the hands of an untrained three year old can be even more dangerous than when wielded by a swordsmaster as skilled as Jedi Master Niter Doraku,’ Elanor said.

Even Xizor chuckled softly at that remark, Holmes and I noticed.

‘Touché.’

As we had been speaking, we were lead to a caravan of hovering vehicles. ‘This are, I believe, called landspeeder, Watson,’ Holmes said as the three of us were led into the landspeeder the King was using.

‘You are correct, Mr. Holmes,’ Xizor said as he himself skilfully piloted the vehicle towards the magnificent spires and turrets of Sizhran Palace. ‘As soon as you have completed your inspection of the body and the crime scene, Mr. Holmes, I hope you and Dr. Watson will join my Queen and me in a meal? And you as well, of course, Madam Watson.’

‘Perhaps.’

‘And my wife?’

‘I’ll be fine.’

‘If she wishes it, your wife will be staying with my wife’s Padawan learner, J’ian Li Zart. I have called J’ian a cousin to my brother-in-law for the simple reason that J’ian’s grandmother was the elder sister of Sel’mak and Vana’s mother, Xule Xiss Rauko.’

‘Like I said, John, I’ll be fine.’

Dec 20, 2008 1:16 PM | Report Abuse reply

So I take it that somewhere along the trip, Holmes was studying up on the technology...otherwise how would he have known that was a lightsaber hanging at his waist.

Good job so far. Reads more like a Holmes story than an ST. Nice touch with HK-47. I always liked him in the 2 KOTOR games.

Dec 20, 2008 3:03 PM | Report Abuse reply

Exactly, starfox. They all did, even Mary Watson did a bit of studying, but Holmes did the most. And yes, that was the effect i was going for..more like a Sherlock Holmes story than na STAR WARS story.

I included HK-47 because the droid is an integral part of an AEU RPG I am part of at Yahoo!Groups. My next pot is going to be the next installment.

Dec 22, 2008 10:22 AM | Report Abuse reply

Hey Elizabeth :) I really liked your idea with Holmes and Star Wars. I love both, Sherlock was always one of my favorites. Great job and keep up the creative activities!

Dec 22, 2008 10:27 AM | Report Abuse reply

I had no choice but to bow to the wisdom of the situation. ‘A word of warning, although I am sure the two of you have seen much blood and gore in your time, your first sight of massive quantities of Falleen blood may unnerve you, if you haven’t seen it before.’

To my surprise, it was Balancesheet who had spoken…and spoken in perfectly understandable Queen’s English!

‘Galactic Basic, especially as spoken with a High Coruscanti accent is virtually indistinguishable from your Queen’s English,’ Xizor said, as if he had been reading our minds. Perhaps he had been; I never knew for sure about the talents of the Jedi.

Holmes merely nodded to Xizor’s remark, instead addressing Balancesheet: ‘And why is that, Balancesheet?’

‘Because Falleen blood is green, possessing copper in the haemoglobin whereas Human blood, such as yours, Mr. Holmes, possesses iron at the core of its haemoglobin.’

‘We’ve seen some Falleen blood,’ I admitted, speaking quickly of the evidence that Xizor’s sister-in-law had somehow cut herself and bled on the ‘ransom’ note for my wife.

Elanor, sitting in the seat in front of us, blushed a pale pink while Sel’mak gently patted her shoulder…a gesture of affection for her; I guessed not knowing that normally Falleen were much more reserved emotionally; especially in public. I later learned that normally Falleen were so emotionally reserved that they made my friend look like a passionate fool.

As soon as we were disembarked from the landspeeder, we saw a phalanx of brightly dressed Falleen women surrounding an attractive woman, nearly as tall as the King. This woman wore a lightsaber at her belt with a slightly curved handle. ‘A duellist’s blade, Watson,’ Holmes whispered to me.

Elanor took her place within the phalanx and I realized that these other Falleen women were the rest of the Handmaidens. “My Lord,’ she greeted Xizor who nodded formally. The formality of the greeting was intentional we later realized.

‘Mr. Sherlock Holmes, Dr. John Watson, Madam Watson may I present to you my Queen, Vana Rauko Sizhran?”

The Queen greeted us graciously and smiled softly as Holmes and I both kissed her hand. ‘Greetings, gentlemen and Madam Watson.’

Though it was very subtle, both Holmes and I noticed that the way the Queen held herself and the way her robes draped her form seemed to indicate that she was pregnant. Though her Handmaidens were robed in gowns and hooded cloaks of scarlet and orange, save for Elanor, Queen Vana was draped head to foot in blinding white and soft brown. Soft boots were on her feet and her black hair was in a top knot, wrapped in rich gold. The gold was a marked contrast to the simplicity of the rest of her clothing….

It didn’t occur to any of us, least of all Holmes himself, that the Falleen were a species known for the handsomeness of their people or their longevity. At the time, we didn’t know that Xizor was well past the one hundred-forty year mark or that the Queen was approaching the age of eighty. Neither of them looked that old. Xizor looked no older than a hale and hearty forty year old man and the Queen didn’t look much older than an adolescent maiden.

The Queen took Mary under her wing and escorted her away from us while Holmes and I were led into a separate wing of the palace; escorted there by the King and his personal bodyguards. ‘This wing belongs to my brother and sister-in-law,’ Xizor said. Holmes nodded.

‘Your nephew’s body?’

Dec 22, 2008 10:29 AM | Report Abuse reply

(This is where it starts getting REALLY interesting, folks!)

‘Still in his nursery. It was preserved, contrary to normal Falleen traditions, so that both you and Dr. Watson may examine his body using your own methods. After the two of you have examined the body, it will be prepared for a traditional Falleen funeral.’

‘I assume we will be allowed to attend the funeral?’

‘Of course, though you may not really understand the language as it will be performed in our native language,’ Xizor replied. Then, waving aside the guards posted at the nursery’s doors, he left us… .

I need not tell you that the smell of carnage, even with a species as alien as the Falleen obviously were, is not entirely unfamiliar to me. However, with Balancesheet’s warning still in mind, I found that there was indeed a bit of a metallic odour to the blood that splattered the walls of a room that was once cheerily decorated for a boy who must have been a well beloved toddler: broken toys, ripped apart cushions, shredded bed linens… . And in the centre of the room, a hacked up small body. Zurros looked smaller than we both thought he would from the height of not just his parents but his aunt and uncle as well.

Whoever did this, Watson, must have been a sick individual.’

I nodded, swallowing hard, trying to keep from purging. ‘Such violence perpetrated on a child this young would have appalled even the Ghazis I fought against at Maiwand, Holmes,’ I said. Holmes knelt in the puddle of drying Falleen blood that haloed poor little Zurros and peered into he child’s eyes, minutely examining his small face. Suddenly he reared back with a startled look on his face.

‘What is it, Holmes?’

‘When I touched Zurros, I felt something…strange, Watson. As if I was picking up an impression, from his dying memory I think, of his last minutes of life.’

‘God God, Holmes!’

‘Indeed.’

I shuddered thinking what he could have seen… . Holmes did not elaborate but turned back to examining the body. His hands were shaking, something I did not usually see.

‘Look at this, Watson,’ he said, pointing to marks on the body.

‘Partial cauterization?’

‘It would appear so, Watson.’

Again I shuddered. My shudder brought me to within an inch of the boy’s cyanotic lips and I sniffed. ‘Holmes…’

‘What?”

‘I think I smell poison.’

Holmes bent down and sniffed. He uttered a low profanity. ‘Search the room, Watson, for any evidence of a way a poison could have slipped into this nursery.’

Things were getting really strange now, even for Holmes, because the fact that someone had poisoned the boy before butchering him was quite sickening; beyond the pale. A bejewelled bottle that looked like an ointment jar rolled towards my feet. I picked it up in a gloved hand and sniffed the contents. It smelled of this galaxy’s equivalent of bitter almonds…cyanide.

Dec 22, 2008 10:34 AM | Report Abuse reply

Tjamks, cade,, though in a bit yopu guys may have to wait longer between installments as I am posting it here as I write it in WORD and I am approaching the last page of what I have written so far.

Dec 22, 2008 10:36 AM | Report Abuse reply

Yes, I realize there are some typs, but I wasnlt able to catch them until AFTER I'd copied that section here.

Dec 22, 2008 11:36 AM | Report Abuse reply

‘I found it, Holmes!’

‘Excellent!’

I handed him the bottle and he tucked it into a pocket of his cloak as he resumed the examination of other marks in the room.

It took several more hours but we eventually had learned all we could in Zurros’ nursery. We left the room where we found sever guards waiting for us. Their leader stepped forward and said, ‘We have been ordered by the Queen to make sure that you be allowed to clean up, should you and Dr. Watson feel the need to d so.’

I was glad. ‘I believe we would. Where can Dr. Watson and I procure clean clothes?’

The guard leader smiled tightly and replied, ‘All has been thought of already, sir.’

We followed them towards a large, airy suite of rooms….


(That's all for now, folks! Come back in a couple days when I have some more ready to post!!)

Dec 22, 2008 12:16 PM | Report Abuse reply

No worries Elizabeth, take your time. I am enjoying the story and it is good to see Sherlok again :) That was funny when he got an impression from Zurros, very strange.

Dec 22, 2008 7:09 PM | Report Abuse reply

Thanks Cade, you'll find out what that 'impression' Holmes got from Zurros means later.

I am glad you are enjoying yourself.

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