236. Chapter 236

After The Final Frontier, Yet Again

By

UCSBdad

Disclaimer: To boldly go where I do not own Castle! Rating: T Time: See above.

Lieutenant Chloe Preston walked into Chalmun's Cantina in the city of Mos Eisley on Tatooine. Looking around, she noted with some pride that only one other woman had legs better than hers, and as the other had eight of them and they were bright green, Lieutenant Chloe felt that she was the more attractive female.

Remembering her mission, she slipped up to the bar and motioned for the bartender to come over. The bartender, a large wolf like creature, nodded to her. "Mersian ale and some information." She placed a hundred credit piece on the bar.

The bartender nodded and reached under the bar, pulling out a frosty bottle and neatly sliced the top off with his razor sharp claw. "What kind of information do you need?"

Lieutenant Chloe looked around to make sure they weren't overheard. "I need transport back to my ship. Something fast and reliable."

"I believe I can help." Said a voice from behind her. She turned and saw a ruggedly handsome older man, dressed in a robe and carrying an old fashioned light saber.

"And you are?" She said, her hand straying towards the butt of her Thorian blaster.

"Ricky-Wan Kenobi, at your service, princess."

"You have a fast ship?" She asked. In spite of her training, Lieutenant Chloe noticed that her nipples were stiffening and she felt a wetness between her legs.

"The fastest." Said Ricky-Wan. "I hired Selenium Falcon."

Lieutenant Chloe frowned, deep in thought. "I've heard of the Atlanta Falcons and the Ford Falcon, but that's all." Lieutenant Chloe slid her hand inside Ricky-Wan's robe and ran her hand over his muscular chest.

"That's the captain over there, Han Dumbing and his crew, Bull Durham."

"Bull Durham?" Chloe asked.

"His nickname is Chewey."

"I've heard of Huey, Louie and Dewey, but not Chewey." She said, her heart beating rapidly. She looked at the hired captain. He was short, grossly obese, had a comb over and no teeth. His body odor had cleared an area of almost a parsec around him.

"You need my ship for what purpose, princess?"

"I'm not a princess." Chloe said. "I'm a lieutenant aboard the Nebula 9. I need to get back to my ship before Captain Max Reynard screws….everything up." She finished lamely.

Ricky-Wan smiled. The Force was strong in this one. I'll dump that dumb kid. He'll do okay without me. His sister will do okay, too. She'll like being a dancer. He thought to himself.

Suddenly Ricky-Wan stiffened. "There's a great disturbance in the Force." He turned and faced the door of the cantina. There, all in black, stood Javider, the Dark Lord of Espo and his assassin, Boyo Fett.

Chloe felt something as well, but it was a tingling between her legs. She reached out for the ruggedly handsome stranger, but he pulled away. He made a series of mystic hand gestures towards his old foes, chanting, "This is not the princess you seek."

Javider turned to Fett. "This place is dead. No chicas at all. Let's go to the sports bar."

Chloe threw her arms around Ricky-Wan Kenobi. "Ruggedly handsome stranger, take me back to your ship and make love to me. I fell in love with you the second I saw you."

Ricky-Wan allowed his hands to wander down Chloe's back as he gazed into her hazel eyes and admired her light brown hair and matchless cheekbones. Chloe moaned as he gently squeezed her ass. "Lieutenant Chloe," said Ricky-Wan, "you are the possessor of the Universe's most perfect ass and I respect the Universe. I love you as well, but I fell in love with you well after you fell in love with me. I was just having a blast playing Jedi Knight."

"Take me to bed, Ricky-Wan." Lieutenant Chloe sighed.

"Castle!" Beckett said sharply. "This fan fiction is horrible. A Nebula 9/Star Wars crossover? And the rest of it is pure pornography."

Castle frowned. "You don't like it?"

Kate rolled her eyes. "Of course I don't like it. To begin with, Lieutenant Chloe was a blue eyed blonde, a scientist and a warrior. You make her look like me and you make me look like a bimbo."

"A bimbo? Not at all. I just…." Castle was stuck for an answer.

"Just what?" Kate said sharply.

"I just love you so much that I just lose control. I want you all of the time. I want all of you all of the time. I want more than just your body. I want you mind, your spirit, your soul. I love you, Kate."

"Good one, writer boy. But delete this. It sucks."

"You think you could do better?" He challenged.

"A drunken monkey at your laptop could do better."

Rick quietly pushed his laptop over to her.

Lieutenant Chloe Preston walked into Quark's Bar on Deep Space Nine. She coolly looked over the bar. There was no doubt in her mind. There was no one here that was her equal, either as a scientist, a warrior or a woman.

The bald Ferengi bartender rushed to take her order. "How may I assist you, Princess?" He said.

"I'll have a Vulcan appletini." She replied.

"What a perfect drink for you." Gushed the Ferengi. He immediately began mixing the drink. Lieutenant Chloe looked around her. All of the men looked at her with lust and all the women were staring at her with envy. Dream on, boys. My heart will always belong to the Nebula 9 yeoman whose writing stirs my heart. Lieutenant Chloe took a sip of her drink and addressed the people in the bar. "I need the use of a fast, well-armed ship, for I intend to go in harm's way."

All of the men, even those with no ships immediately offered their services.

One man pushed his way to her. He was tall and somewhat older than she was. His hair appeared to be receding and the laugh lines on his face were becoming canyons. Aside from an incipient double chin, he was quite adequate. "You are?" Lieutenant Chloe asked, imperiously.

"Captain Rick-Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise, the finest ship in all of Star Fleet."

A red headed woman who displayed for too much cleavage pulled on the captain's sleeve. "Captain, is sense something in this woman."

"Of course you do, Toy." Chloe said. "But what's been in this woman will never be in any other woman again. And his daughter calls me Mom. You lose." Counselor Meredith S. Toy left in tears.

"Resistance is futile. " Said a tall blonde. "I am One of Thirty Six D."

Chloe laughed. "He resisted you just fine. He took me to the Hampton's World and not you, and he's allergic to silicon, so go assimilate yourself."

The blonde sagged back to an A minus cup and left.

"Lieutenant Chloe, I love you. I always have and I always will." Captain Rick-Luc dropped to his knees. "Lieutenant Katherine Chloe Houghton Beckett Prescott, will you marry me?"

Chloe nodded. "Of course. One thing, though. I've got this odd feeling, so let's have the wedding somewhere within walking distance."

"You call that better than my fanfic?" Castle said.

"Much more layered and nuanced." Kate said, happily.

"I'm surprised you didn't bring in Kyra, Ellie Monroe…"

"They didn't marry you."

Castle thought for a second. "Maybe I should stick with Nikki and Rook?"

"And I should be your muse?" Kate kissed him. "And we should go to bed."

"What was that last part about getting married? And within walking distance?"

She shrugged. "Doesn't mean anything. I think."