Hey there everyone and welcome to another wonderful chapter of this story. I'm so happy that this story has been so well received by you guys. Believe me, as a content creator both here and on YouTube, this means a lot to me. Before we get to the actual content of the story I'm going to reply to specific reviews as I believe responses to these are important to clear up.

James(Guest): Unfortunately, after doing the math I found out that'd it be an extremely awkward relationship if they did hook up based on age alone. However, I do have a solution that you might find satisfactory: A Harry/Ahsoka story that starts off pre-fall of the Republic and during the Clone Wars eras. Hopefully, this is a satisfactory response for you.

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25522f: Unfortunately, this impossible from two aspects. 1) She hasn't even been born yet. Han and Leia in the EU weren't married until 8ABY and 2) the twins weren't born until 9ABY. However, I am considering a Harry/Jaina fic in the future but not at the moment right now. As for Fleur, see note #7 as the official pairing is currently undecided.

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Also, before we get to the chapter I'm going to state right now that there will be some references to The Force Awakens powers and Kylo Ren himself, however, there will be no spoilers specifically because this story happens in the EU, not Disney's canon timeline. By the way, excellent movie, go see it. While these references will not appear until next chapter, I am getting the disclaimer out of the way now.

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"Talking."

'Thinking.'

"Communications."

"Spells."

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Resistance safe house, Dublin.

A blonde haired woman burst through the door, which caused the many occupants to aim their wands and guns at her. "Star," one man said, the rest of the occupants ready to open fire.

"Texas," she replied confidently (1).

"Jesus Christ woman, you almost ended up filled with lead." The rest of the building's occupants stood down, sighing in relief.

"Sorry, boss."

"What was it that made you forget about protocol?"

"Did you hear about what happened outside of Buckingham?" she asked.

"I'm hearing reports of some kind of robot crashing right in front of the palace," one of the Resistance members stated, a set of headphones that was connected to a Wizarding Wireless hanging off one ear. "Not just there, though, but in all major cities around the globe."

"The person that sent them claimed to be a Harry Potter," the woman added.

"James and Lily's kid?" a shaggy-haired man asked. "James was executed years ago and Lily was carted away to one of Malfoy's 'Pleasure Houses'." Many of the female members shuddered at the thought of being used like that. The Pureblood 'Blood Traitors' as little more than breeding stock and everyone else as little more than disposable toys. "Harry though was taken to one of the work camps that was attacked by unknown forces close to twenty years ago."

"And it was thanks to them we were able to finally fight back instead of living like slaves, Sirius," a muggle soldier commented, to which there was a resounding 'Hoorah' from the other soldiers.

"He had a message, to the Overlord and his followers specifically. He's come to hunt them down until they're all extinct," the woman replied.

"He's called out the Dark Lord himself," Sirius muttered. "Anything else, Daphne?" (2)

"He also said that anyone who wants to fight back and take their world back should stand with him, otherwise to stay out of their way," Daphne replied.

"What say you?" a soldier asked the occupants of the safe house. "Do you wish to stand and fight or let these outsiders do all the work for us!?" To which he received a roar of approval.

"I believe we are unanimous then," Sirius stated, "we fight."

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Razor's Kiss, Harry's quarters. Next day.

Harry sat on the carpeted ground of the common area of his apartment sized cabin cross-legged with his hands resting on his legs and his eyes closed. In front of him, his lightsaber floated in pieces inside a telekinetic field sustained by the Force. Inside of the heart of the ring pattern, the parts were flowing around was the focusing crystal of his blade, a rare icy blue Permafrost crystal that was given to him by Alliance Command after the Battle of Hoth (3).

As he meditated his lightsaber reconstructed itself slowly as each piece fit perfectly with each other, surrounding the crystal. While his meditation went on and his lightsaber reassembled itself he reached out with the Force, analyzing the enemy based on initial reports from the recon Marines and how to combat them on their own turf. If it weren't for the fact that there were innocent enslaved people and those that didn't agree with Voldemort, he would have just turned the planet to glass with the firepower that his dreadnaught alone possessed. To hell with the possibility that Earth MIGHT be the Cradle of Humanity that the Rakatan relocated the ancient ancestors of humans around the galaxy (4).

The Death Eaters, Voldemort's soldiers, primarily used, as Vader liked to call magic, the Bastardization of the Force; they had no real physical strength the speak of. However, there were exceptions like werewolf alpha male Fenrir Greyback and his pack. They would be the most troublesome if they couldn't be dealt with quickly. What concerned him most was if the Death Eater forces were to use slaves as either shields or as grunts to absorb blaster fire, after all, they were what he was here to save and set free.

He opened his eyes as he heard the last click of his lightsaber reassembling and reached out to grab it as it fell and then ignited it, filling the mostly dark room with its icy blue light. He had his plan, he would strike quickly and would not allow the enemy to regroup. But where to start? They would need a beachhead and a primary command center on the ground to send troops from and allow friendly armor and air support to refuel and rearm at. Ideally, he would choose an island location to make movements against his troops difficult; however, the Death Eater forces would make it difficult due to their ability to teleport individually. Maybe he could get his hands on those Ysalamiri creatures that could negate the Force around them (5). He would have to place them in droids not dissimilar to the way that those Balmorran monks' brains were mounted in spider droids back in Jabba the Hutt's palace as it was once a monastery and place them strategically around the base in a type of Force net.

A chime sounded from his comlink earpiece. He tapped it and asked, "Yes?"

"There's a transmission from the surface, should I patch it through to your quarters or on the bridge?" a female comms officer asked.

"Send it through to my personal holoprojector, Alina," he replied as he extinguished his blade.

"Yes, sir."

Harry stood up and walked to the holoprojector that sat right in front of the small sofa. He flicked a switch and the blue image of a camouflage armored scout sniper wearing one of the prototype stealth field generator belts. "Gunnery sergeant, you have something to report?"

"Yes, sir. All scouting parties have returned to the LZ with intel. Transmitting now," the sergeant replied. A moment later several data files finished transmitting into the ship's databanks. "Data for possible primary targets is included along with a possible staging ground."

Harry summoned a datapad with the Force and accessed the databank once it arrived in his hand. There were several targets including factories, mining facilities, slave holding pens and auction houses, government buildings, and the granddaddy of them all: Voldemort's fortress. However, there was one on the list that stood out to him, something that in the Force drew him towards it (6).

"Your marines have done well, sergeant. Return to the ship for rearmament and a full debrief," Harry replied.

"Yes, sir," the sergeant replied as he cut the transmission.

Harry left his quarters and headed towards the bridge. As he did he was stopped by a familiar voice, "Sir, you have a priority transmission from Luke Skywalker."

Harry turned to see the aforementioned Alina sitting at her station. The communications officer was a very attractive pantoran female with medium length pastel pink hair and her species' signature yellow eyes. Her figure easily fit the golden ratio for beauty for all humanoid species; her bust size was not too big but not too small, her waist and abdomen were the right combination of thin and muscled, and her rear was shapely and taut with the right amount of bounce and sway (7). She had always had one person staring at her, and to an extent, she enjoyed the looks from the males and open-minded females of the crew. She had a 'look-but-don't-touch' rule, in other words, you could look and ogle her all you want so long as A) the CO didn't catch you slacking off, and B) you didn't touch her in a sexual manner. The last person that broke the first rule was still scrubbing the head; and the last person that broke the second had to be medically discharged because she flipped the guy over her shoulder on the second floor of the main hangar when he tried to grope her buttocks, he landed on the viewport of a new experimental Upsilon-class shuttle stolen from an Imperial base and cracked it when he landed. To say Harry was unhappy would be an understatement.

Both Alina and Harry had a very weird kind of chemistry together, where Harry was cold and dismissive for the most part Alina was warm and caring, where Harry was cynical Alina was optimistic, and while Harry was calm and collected Alina was more emotional and occasionally excitable. While they were technically together, and while Razor's Kiss was his ship and he could bend the rules, there was still a no fraternization policy. However, Harry did allow for them so long as they were kept quiet and professional to each other outside their quarters.

Their relationship, on the other hand, was the ship's best worst kept secret. It was uncommon while the ship was not in combat for one of the two to approach the other, whisper something, and walk off at different times only to emerge from one or the other's quarters a time later. The crew had adopted the phrase 'what happens on the Kiss stays on the Kiss unless it threatens safety.' There was one instance where that DID happen between an engineer in the main hangar bay and a pilot, they lost track of their time together and missed an important briefing, sadly to say the pilot died. But as for Harry and Alina, they would sneak PDAs in where they could out of sight. It was a weird, interesting relationship that they both enjoyed.

"Did he say what it was about?" Harry asked.

"Just that he wanted to speak with you, sir," Alina replied.

"Contact the team leaders of each assault battalion and squadron leaders and let them know to meet in the main boardroom and the battlegroup captains on holocoms."

"Yes, sir. It'll be done."

Harry started to walk towards the main holocomms room when he stopped, remembering something. "Also see if you can get an order placed for about two dozen of those ysalamiri creatures." Alina acknowledged his order and he stepped inside of the room, the door closing behind him. He nodded to one of the techs in the room and the image of Skywalker appeared on the holoprojector. "Jedi Skywalker, this is an unexpected pleasure."

"Admiral Potter, greetings. I assume all is calm before the storm?" Luke asked in reply.

"Indeed. I did some meditation to focus on my next move before my scouts got back to me a few minutes ago. We have targets selected and I was going to brief the battalion leaders right before you commed me. You sure, you don't want to be here? There's always room for a legitimate Jedi on this campaign," Harry said with a charming grin.

"I would, but unfortunately, I'm preoccupied with assisting your old temporary master Ahsoka search for more Force-sensitive children, teens, and adults to hopefully attend the Jedi Academy on Yavin." (8)

"A pity. You know I could always use a sparring partner and you probably need a refresher on Form VII again," Harry replied with a knowing grin. While not shown on the projection, on the other side Luke shuddered as the last time they fought (with full powered lightsabers) Luke almost lost his prosthetic hand due to a mistimed block on his part. Harry, when legitimately pissed, was one person you didn't want to fight.

"You could always join the Academy too."

"I would, but~ I like being an Admiral on a nice big ship that gives my enemies nightmares. Let's be honest, can you really see me being a True Jedi? A Grey Jedi maybe, but not a True Jedi. But surely you wouldn't be calling for a social call on a priority frequency, it can't be that boring hanging out with Ahsoka?"

"Hey!" a female voice cried out in defense off camera. "I'm not boring!"

"No, you definitely aren't, but hyperspace travel is."

"Indeed," Luke nodded in agreement. "But at least we're in a freighter and not a fighter. But yes, this isn't an intentional social call. I've had a vision, one of warning."

"Oh really? Any specifics?"

Luke closed his eyes in an attempt to remember the vision clearly. "It is unclear, however, I do see you in pain, terrible emotional pain. You lose something, but you also gain something as well, something important to you. I also see death and destruction. However, through it all, I do see you as the center of it all."

"Well that doesn't sound ominous at all," Harry dryly commented. "Now what would cause me to go all psycho?"

Luke shook his head. "I don't know, but what I do know is that it was highly emotional for you." Luke recomposed himself once more like he was at the start of the transmission. "I hope that I don't need to remind you that hatred leads to the Dark Side."

"You don't," Harry sighed. "You know that I've felt its pull probably more than any Force sensitive that you currently know."

"I know, that's why you need to be especially careful during this campaign you're heading. Coming back to your homeworld, especially in the condition it's currently in, can trigger emotional states that can cause you to do things you normally wouldn't. I almost killed my father in cold blood which would have led to my service to the Emperor when he threatened my sister. The allure of the Dark Side can make you rationalize things."

"I know. Is there anything else you wish to speak about?"

"No. I do wish you the best of luck. May the Force be with you," he bowed slightly.

"You too farm boy," Harry replied before cutting the connection. As Harry walked towards the boardroom that was a few levels below the bridge, electing to take the slightly longer route to the turbolifts, he thought about the friendship he had with Luke. They were acquainted sometime after the base on Hoth was established and Rebel assets were transferred there. The only ability that Harry was able to impart to Luke at the time was Force Pull, specifically on handheld objects. After that though the Force ghost of Obi-wan Kenobi appeared and requested that he stop and allow exiled Jedi Grandmaster Yoda train him. While Harry did as the Old Man requested, Harry would meet up with Luke before his rescue attempt to recover Solo and train him in the several saber styles that he knew.

He walked into the boardroom and everyone stood up at attention. "At ease," Harry said and everyone sat back in their seats. He took his seat at the head of the table and activated the holoprojector in the center of the table, syncing it with his datapad. "Ladies and gents, I do thank you for your patience, I had a transmission that I needed to take." He tapped a few icons on the device and a blue holographic image of Earth appeared. "As you know there are only a few hours left until the deadline for the resident dark lord to surrender. While we all wish that he would so we can all go home, I know that he won't."

"How do you know, sir?" the commander of the Rangers asked.

"Like all Sith, this man they regard as a living god is vain, proud, and believes he is the ultimate power in the universe. Those of us who saw either Death Stars can attest that both of those weapons were much more powerful than any Force user in this era."

"This era?" another commander asked, a woman.

"During my tenure as Vader's secret apprentice, I was taught about Sith history. Millennia ago there was a Sith queen that destroyed entire star systems with the Force alone. Whatever secrets she had regarding the Force were lost when she died as she never took an apprentice to teach it to. Thank the Force because we don't need a super weapon-class being running around. Back on topic, thanks to our scouts who are on their way back have gotten us intel on targets on all six continents that are habitable. They have also selected two staging grounds for our forces to land and make bases at." He tapped a few icons and an island chain in the middle of the larger ocean near the equator was circled before zooming in. "Site number one is the Hawaiian Islands, primarily Oahu. This site will give us access to both mainlands in the Americas and Asia as well as the numerous islands that populate the Pacific.

"The second," he tapped another icon which zoomed back out to a planetary view before zooming in on a large island in the north of the other larger ocean, "will be in Greenland. This will give us access to Europe, western Africa, and the eastern seaboard of the Americas. The enemy stronghold is here," the image zoomed out before focusing on another island just off the mainland of Europe, "is the events enemy's stronghold: Brittan."

"Sir, why are we landing so close to the enemy stronghold?" one of the squadron commanders asked.

"Our artillery will be within effective range to shell enemy strongholds like this one," Harry tapped another icon which zoomed the map in on a castle, "Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Before you condemn me for assaulting a school, this location was originally built as a fortress on top of a Force nexus called a Ley Line to siphon power from the planet itself to power its shield and defenses. It was built by one local Force user called Merlin to serve as the seat of the mythical city of Avalon. After Avalon fell it was hidden and converted into a school to teach magic users how to harness and control their powers by the students that Merlin personally taught. (9)

"Due to the amount of time this fortress has sat there it has absorbed a lot of magic over the last millennia or so making it a tough egg to crack, it will be more than likely that Voldemort and his core Death Eaters will take refuge there once we start invading Britain last after taking over the rest of the planet to cut off their escape. And ground team, here we have your primary enemies," he swiped a static hologram file to project showing a person wearing a black robe and white skull-like mask who was brandishing a wand, "these are the local Force users who like to call themselves 'Death Eaters'. They are easily identifiable due to their black over cloaks and robes and their white skull mask. While there are both male and female Eaters, their corps are primarily comprised of men."

"What of the women, sir?" a Twi'lek female bomber pilot asked.

"I pray they're homemakers," Harry replied leaving his response feeling ominous. "If you see one, terminate them immediately with extreme prejudice," he said coldly.

"Sir, they're unarmed," one commander protested.

"No, they're not, look closely." When no one caught on he zoomed in on the wand and snapped another image from a wand that Vader had taken years ago and scanned. "This is their focus which allows them to manipulate the Force unnaturally. These people use it as a weapon and a way to enslave the non-magic people and those they deem unworthy. All of you are all strong minded so you would never fall to a Mind Trick, however, they have means of enthralling even the strongest minded among us. They can make you kill your entire squad before making you kill yourself. Not so unarmed, are they?"

"So rules of engagement are to take them out as quickly as possible?" another commander asked.

Harry nodded before switching to two still holograms of both female and male slaves, the males in dirty, raggedy clothes and the females were topless and wore skirts made of a sheer material to cover their lower halves. Regardless of gender or portrayed race one could see that their skin was dirtied and hair was matted as if they never bathed once in their lives outside of working in the rain. "The ones I'm most concerned about are the enthralled and enslaved humans under their control. While I don't expect Death Eater forces to use their slaves to try and overwhelm us initially, I wouldn't put it past them. After all, they have close to a billion slaves under their control. Rules of engagement for them is to use stun bolts on full power, the wizards do have a spell to revive stunned allies. Fortunately, from what I can remember from my days on this dust ball they can only revive one person at a time. While I suspect they'll use the women and children as shields similarly to the Separatists during the Clone Wars on Ryloth, we most likely won't have to face them in open battle." (10)

"What do we do with the enthralled humans after they've been stunned?" the captain of the medical frigate asked via holocommunication from her ship.

"We will have to set up camps for the slaves to be treated at both to release the hold the wizards have over them and their more than likely malnutrition."

"Admiral, from what you told us they have some sort of Force Jedi Mind Trick like hold on their minds, how do you propose we free them from mind control?" another captain asked.

"The 'curse' they use dominates the mind and actions of the person affected similarly to the borderline Dark Side technique known as Dominate Mind."

"Borderline Dark?" the Twi'lek commander asked.

"Imagine being able to control the actions of any being, making them do anything you want them to do. Imagine you're a male as unattractive as can be but you can influence the mind of a beautiful female to lay with you as much as you want, doing the most depraved actions. That power is just like that, however, it is up to the intent of the user. A Force user with this power could theoretically either make a homicidal maniac turn themselves in or cause a being from a peaceful race to butcher their entire family before attempting to kill the rest of his or her village. Like all Force abilities, it's all about intent."

"And how to free them?"

"There is an ability known as Sever Force. Unlike the initial impression based on the name it temporarily interrupts or blocks the connection a Force-sensitive has with the Force. I, with the assistance of a very well compensated rodian and Mara Jade in a dive bar on Corellia, managed to create a variant which allows one to release the hold a Dominate Mind level Mind Trick has on an individual. It is my thought that this is what Vader used to release the initial slaves where I was being held."

"Ok, say we do get a bunch of slaves together and get them fed and housed. Then what? You're the only trained Force-sensitive this side of the Rim."

"Theoretically, I could use it in a pulse with enough people around to be affected, though it may wipe me out for a short time," Harry replied.

"Ok, we've covered the ground assault, what of the air forces?" General Antilles asked.

Harry tapped a few more icons on his datapad and a Death Eater on a broom was featured on the holoprojector. "While the recon team was unable to determine whether they have anti-air capabilities or not, their fliers as seen in this holoprojection will more than likely harass our people. Using X-wings, A-wings, and TIE fighters might seem like overkill, I'd rather have air superiority with overkill than nothing at all. Your job is to take them out and to cover the Y-wings during bombing runs." Antilles nodded in acknowledgment. "Is everyone in agreement?" No one spoke up with any objections. "Good. Prep your teams and crew, we are expecting a reply any hour from the planet's so-called Dark Lord." And with that, the commanders and other officers left or ended their transmissions and prepared for the coming invasion.

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Voldemort's throne room, same time as the meeting on Razor's Kiss.

Deep within Voldemort's throne room, a man was being tortured by Bellatrix LeStrange at the command of her master for the man merely suggesting that they should prepare for an invasion. After all the Cruciatus curse was one of her favorites in her portfolio of spells.

"Enough, Bella," he commanded, to which the witch halted her spell. He stood up and walked over to the man brandishing his own wand, stroking it like one would do to a lover. He bent forward to look down on the recovering wizard who had seen the message from the machine and offered his foolish opinion. "Mr. Percival Weasley," he droned, "have you seen the error of your ways?" he asked, emulating emotions that might suggest understanding.

"I-I have, my lord," the tortured Weasley replied weakly. "N-none can stand up to you, for you are all powerful."

"I'm glad to see you agree," the dark lord replied, emulating the grandfatherly smile once worn by Dumbledore. He turned to address all those in the throne room. "Let this be a reminder to all that none can stand up to my rule!" All around Voldemort's name was chanted. "And let this be an example for those who question me." He turned around toward the downed Weasley son, this time with a vindictive look in his eyes. "Avada kedavra!" he shouted, pointing his wand towards the man and watched in glee as the acid green curse killed the man. "Remove this… filth from my sight," he dismissively commanded two male slaves dressed in more well-kept rags than their fellows owned by other Death Eaters and wizards, but only because they belonged to the Overlord himself. The duo grabbed the deceased redhead's ankles and dragged him out of the throne room. (11)

"Hem, hem," a nasally woman's voice spoke up. The assembled wizards looked to see a toady woman dressed in pink. Many wondered why the Dark Lord let such a woman even in his sight. "My lord, if I may?" Voldemort nodded as he sat back on his throne caressing his wand. "This muggle with an overinflated ego has challenged you and your empire. I say you challenge him in return to show him how powerful you are."

"Hmm…" the Dark Lord thought. "You make a valid point."

"My lord, certainly you aren't going to entertain Madam Umbridge's endeavor?" Theodore Nott asked.

"Scion Nott, you should be mindful of your words and your superiors," Voldemort chastised the young man. "However, she is right. This filth has challenged me and my rule and he and his army need to be taught a lesson."

"And the rebels that fight your rule will submit, for if an army can't stand against you, how can they?" Umbridge added with a savage grin.

"Find that machine."

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Bridge, Razor's Kiss. Several hours later.

Harry stood once more on the bridge of his flagship staring at the world below. It would be any minute that either the resident dark lord would accept his terms of unconditional surrender, or he would fight him; Harry knew that it was going to be the latter as the dark lord was vain and greedy. And so he patiently waited for the transmission from the surface. There were many ways to pass the time like reading recovered Jedi texts, catching up on a few holocomedies from the holonet on-demand video service, listening to what some of the commando unit soldiers called Flip Music, meditating, eating, having a tryst with Alina, and staring out the forward viewport.

"Sir, transmission from the surface, it's the probe droid sent to London," a communications officer stated.

"Open a channel here on the bridge," Harry ordered.

"Yes, sir."

The officer pressed a button and on the bridge with its back facing the viewport the hologram of a noseless man appeared on a gaudy throne wearing what appeared to be black robes. "Mr. Voldemort, I assume. Are you calling to unconditionally surrender?" Harry asked, feeling from the moment the transmission connected that there was someone that he could make an example of in the room with the Overlord.

"The Dark Lord would never surrender to muggle filth," a woman yelled, which caused Voldemort to give her a look that said 'do that again and I'll kill you.'

'Perfect,' Harry thought, keeping a completely straight face, 'she will do.'

"I believe I was talking to your Dark Lord, not you," Harry said dismissively. "I would like to think that you wouldn't let a woman speak for you, especially in your own court. What is your decision?"

Voldemort's figure stood up, looking directly into the droid's holocam. "I will not surrender. I will have your head for your impudence. Your muggle technology is no match for magic. Many tried in the past, but none succeeded. You will be nothing but another pathetic bug that will kneel before me before I kill you."

"You are mistaken, Sithspawn. It will be you who begs for mercy at my feet, assuming you'll be able to stand when the time comes," Harry replied calmly. "You are messing with things much bigger than you, bigger than your little dust ball of a planet."

"How dare you!" the woman from before screamed before coming into view of the holocam. The woman was short and stout and looked like she could be related to a Hutt, but that would be an insult to a Hutt. "How dare you speak to your ruler that-," she was able to say before she gripped at her throat trying to pry away the invisible hand that was choking her.

While the entire room in the throne room was confused and afraid of what going on, up on his Super Star Destroyer Harry was reaching out through the seven hundred kilometers of space between them though the Force choking the life out of her. When Voldemort looked to Harry again he saw that Harry had his arm extended, his hand looking like it was gripping an invisible cup. His face wasn't even strained; after all, it didn't take much to Grip someone. Lifting them, on the other hand, was a different story.

It was then Voldemort made the connection in his mind. "You will stop this at once!" Voldemort demanded actually fearful for once.

"No," Harry simply replied. "I need to make a point. Oh how easy it would be to kill you this way, but it would be much more satisfying to do it in person." He then quickly twisted his hand and on the hologram the woman's neck twisted at an odd angle not a moment later, her body dropping to the floor in an undignified heap. "You built yourself an empire on the backs of the enslaved, and today you will watch it fall one city at a time, helpless, until you have nothing left. Then, and only then, will you face justice." Harry then turned around and drew his finger across his throat, signaling to cut the transmission. Any retort that the Dark Lord had was cut off.

Harry then activated his comlink that was synced to all of the battle group's intercoms. "Attention all hands, it's time to begin the operation. Get the ships into position," he ordered. Turning off his comlink he headed down to the main hangar to join his own commando unit, one that took the best of the best from all the New Republic's branches of the military.

Harry was coming home, but this time, he had an army.

To be continued…

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And there we go, that's chapter 2. Next chapter the invasion begins with the establishment of a beachhead. And after that? Well I guess you'll just have to stay and find out, now won't you? I know the events that'll happen in that chapter, but you won't get a hint until chapter 3's notes. Gotta keep you guys hooked somehow. But if you know me well enough, you'll know what to expect next: notes!

1. This is a reference to Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 where during the power outage from the EMP in DC the soldiers used this countersign to identify friend or foe.

2. Yep, that was Daphne Greengrass out there who saw the transmission. She is allied with the Resistance fighters as their spy on the outside world as the fighters can only see so much without exposing themselves to Death Eaters. To those who guessed Luna, well she was thought about before I went with Daph there. But don't despair, she'll show up too soon.

3. I liked the color. Plus, I don't go the cliché route with like a black lightsaber or something. Don't get me wrong, the darksaber is cool, but not this Harry's style.

4. Harry believes there are two theories about Humanity on Earth. 1) The Rakatan brought them here as some sort of social experiment or 2) the Rakatan took humanity from Earth to populate the galaxy.

5. I believe these are in one of the Thrawn books, I can't remember which one and they're not on the SW wiki, however they do make an appearance in the game Star Wars: Jedi Knight III: Jedi Outcast as a debuff on enemies in multiplayer.

6. This location will come up in the fourth chapter.

7. Alina [no last name currently] is an original character using what images I could find on the pantoran species; however, I am pretty limited to what is canon. She is a temporary love interest for Harry as I have no idea if he'll hook up/connect with any of the girls from the HP-verse that are still alive enough to really pair them up. There's a reason why it's a subplot in this story and not the main focus.

8. As the canonical fate of Ahsoka is unknown, I have taken "author's authority" allowing her to be alive where canonically she might be dead at some point (possibly at the end of Rebels seasons 2 or 3; not a spoiler as it is speculation for now) or she might be still living as she is a bit of a fan favorite character.

9. Making up lore is so much fun!

10. I am referencing the first Republic liberation of Ryloth during the first season of Clone Wars if I'm not mistaken. However chronologically I'm unsure if that's correct as you have to look up a freaking guide in order to watch them in chronological order.

11. Yeah I killed off Percy, sue me. Wait, seriously don't, it's an expression. Plus, his ass kissing ways would more than likely made him an enemy of the Order of the Phoenix in another universe, or something like that. I'm writing this note at ass-o'clock at night. Bite me.

I don't think I have any other notes to really put out there that I missed. But I do have an announcement for those interested in two more stories from me. One is one that's already been finished out of the pilot stages and should be up in the next week or so as I have to proof and finalize it that is a Ahsoka/Harry story (no title yet, suggestions welcome) that'll tell of a Harry taken to the Jedi Temple prior to the fall of the Republic so there'll be some Clone Wars stuff going on there as well as some flashes into the Rebels series. However, I have to watch more of that series to actually see where it's going, and of course see the rest of season 2.

The other is another possible story, it's in the planning stages right now, that might be a Harry/Jaina Solo story that'll take place in the New Republic/NJO eras, though for that I'll need to get my hands on the books the Solo children are all involved in again (if you have digital copies of the books in epub format and can send them to me that'd help with this project).

But that's all I have for now, check out my other stuff and I'll see you next chapter. Unless I update something else first, then I'll see you there.