Major Samantha Carter, second-in-command to SG-1 of the SGC, scanned through the star charts, desperate to get home. Something had... happened when she'd followed the others through the stargate. That was all she knew, since when she emerged, there was no sign of a stargate. She was in some sort of tomb here, on Dantooine.
"You won't find it."
She whirled, eyes widening in surprise. "Master Jedi!"
The Jedi chuckled, "Oh, stop that. I'm no Master, and I'm just short of being kicked out of the Order entirely. They don't appreciate the way I do things."
"Oh."
"But as I said, you won't find it."
"Find what?"
"Earth. Believe me, I've looked."
She frowned. "How did you...?"
He smiled ruefully. "I recognized your Beretta and that P90 you had. Name's Alexander Harris. I was born and raised in this small town in California."
This couldn't be happening, she thought.
"Then... how did you get here?" she asked.
The Jedi let out a sigh that told her that that question had caused him a lot of aggravation in the past.
"Do you believe in vampires?"
Author: "Hi, I'd like you to meet my new muses. Well, one of them anyway. Since my old muse, Rander (a cross between Ranma and Xander, with Ryouga's tendency to wander thrown in for good measure), disappeared, I've looked everywhere for him, and even borrowing Sirius's muse hounds, Mac and Guy, I couldn't find him. So it was with great reluctance that I started looking for a new muse. I have a whole pack of them now, but only Mini-Skuld's revealed herself. The others are kind of undefined still."
Mini-Skuld: *jumping on Cyclone's right shoulder and waving in the hyperactive manner usually associated with a sugar high, tiny mallet strapped to her back and a triple-scoop ice cream cone with extra sprinkles in one hand* "HIIII!"
Author: "So you see why things have gotten a little... erratic."
Mini-Skuld: *BOP!* "Hey!"