AN: Merry Christmas!
BTW: Brief blaster list at the bottom, so read if you'd like!
Harry huffed. Was this what his friends went through when he was in the infirmary? If so, he now understood why people complained about it all the time. "I can try to magically wake Dennis up. There's a spell for it."
Dudley frowned, "Couldn't that be dangerous? He did hit his head when he fell off the ramp." Unfortunately, Dudley had a point. While Harry could cast the Enervate spell, unconsciousness caused by head injury was probably dangerous to reverse with the awakening spell.
"I wouldn't risk it, Harry," Gordon told him. Of all the blasters and other equipment taken from the group of Earthlings once they'd landed aboard the vessel, Gordon was allowed to keep his stripped down datapad. Even now, he was still trying to somehow combine or reverse-engineer or something his PDA and the GAR datapad together. "Unless you know how the spell would react, it's probably not a good ide - MALCOLM, STOP PACING ALREADY!"
Malcolm took three more steps before looking back at Gordon, a classic 'What'cha gonna do about it?' look on his face. He then continued his pacing. This predictably caused Gordon to mutter curses and threats angrily under his breath as he tried to turn back to his project.
Off to the side, Captain Rex watched the civilians placed under his care, a headache creeping up on him. He almost wanted to put his helmet back on to use the armor as a shield to separate him from the teenagers. He turned his head away instead. Perhaps the only consolation was that at least he wasn't the only one who had to deal with these children. The other one, Piers, if his memory was correct, was bugging Sergeant Coric about medical procedures and technologies. Serves him right for laughing at the Captain's misfortune! Then the biggest boy, Dennis, snapped awake.
"Did I feint?" He asked in a confused tone as he sat up. "Oh, not again. I feinted the first time I met Ewan McGregor." He rubbed his forehead. Then he blinked as he spotted Rex. "Oh. Not a feinting-induced dream."
"Don't worry, Dennis. Dudley practically squealed." Gordon pointed out nonchalantly, blissfully ignorant of the steaming glare he received from his friend. "And even Malcolm got a little shaky. He tried to say it was a fading adrenaline rush, but I know better."
Dudley continued to glare at the techie. "Didn't you start randomly blurting techno-babble stuff out earlier, Klingon? I'm pretty sure everyone except Harry wasn't at their best, and that's because he's a Luddite."
Just as Harry was about to snap back at his cousin, the medbay door hissed open and in walked Obi-Wan Kenobi. The General had a somewhat perplexed look on his face. "Gentlemen, this cruiser is about to return to Coruscant, dropping off wounded troopers. Unfortunately, that means I have to decide on what to do with you." The General sighed, "We managed to break the Separatists' encryption, and even now General Whorm Loathsom is calling for the execution of you lot. Apparently, one of you shot off one of his tusks?"
The British citizens glanced at a shrugging Malcolm. "I missed."
"If you do remain here, I'm going to have to put you all under GAR protection," The General stated.
Dudley had a pensive frown on his face, "May we have a few minutes to discuss this in private, Master Jedi?"
"Don't take too long," the Jedi nodded. He left the med-bay, Coric and Rex with him.
Dudley glanced at his best friends. And Harry. "I've been thinking."
"Did it hurt?" Piers asked.
"Shut it," Dudley barked, glaring slightly. "The Force is basically Space Magic. What if you could learn a bit about it?" Dudley directed at Harry. "Maybe teach a few of your spells to them as a type of trade agreement for any help they could give?"
The wizard shrugged, "Maybe? I'm not too sure about it."
Dudley continued, "The GAR probably confiscated the weapons we scavenged. We need some way to get weapons of a decent quality. If we can work out some sort of arrangement with the General, we can maybe get some weapons." Dudley stressed the maybe. "That means we'll have to work with the Republic for a while."
Harry bristled. "Isn't the leader of the Republic a 'Dark Lord?' Why should we work with them?"
"Despite that, the Republic is the good side in this war." Gordon spoke up, "Besides, all of us except Malcolm need training. Working with the Clones will help us out with that."
"There's that word again. What's a clone?" The wizard asked.
"Basically, an exact physical copy of a person." Dudley answered, "They've been raised to fight for the Republic, trained since birth, some of them with live fire exercises." The boxer paused. "An argument could be made that they're actually slaves of the Republic."
Harry immediately exploded, "And they're the good guys?!"
"The Republic doesn't order the execution of civilians," Malcolm retorted calmly. "The Republic is far from perfect, and none of us here like what's happening to the troopers. But Dudley has a point. We don't know how to get back home and this is a galaxy that will remain combat heavy for the next fifty or so years. We need the ability to defend ourselves."
Harry growled. He really, really, really didn't want to have anything to do with this 'Republic', the war, the Jedi, or anything of the sort. He just wanted and needed to get back home to England as quickly as he could. But the wizard could also see Mal's logic, and that only made him angrier. "Argh, fine! We'll work with them for now, but we're leaving as soon as we get to a point we can reliably look after ourselves!"
Dudley sighed, "I'll get the Jedi."
"Anakin, can you calm down? That isn't your ship to tinker with." The General was almost to the point of letting a droid to shoot him. Or his old padawan. "Neither is the stealth ship." Definitely his old padawan.
"Master, what if there's a bomb aboard? Or the engines are rigged to blow?" Despite Skywalker saying that, the both of them knew that the technicians had already went over the freighter to look for such things. It was Anakin's attempt at an excuse to see how the VCX-100 was modified. Obi-Wan just gave his padawan an exasperated look.
Both Jedi stiffened when they felt the flare of anger from the Force sensitive boy. Anakin's hand reflexively dropped to his saber hilt, Obi-Wan almost did the same. Anger did lead to the Dark Side. But this wasn't the evil side of the Force. This was just an extremely angry person that had a deep connection to the Force.
"I do hope nothing is wrong," Obi-Wan muttered. After a few moments of tension, the anger lessened. It was still there, but carefully tempered. To be honest, it reminded the Jedi Master of Qui-gon Jinn when he was furious.
The Negotiator frowned, his hand idly coming up to stroke his beard as he lost himself in thought. How strong was this boy in the Force? The anger and near-overwhelming Force presence reminded him of Anakin in many ways. Almost too many ways. Was he trained? If he was, it certainly wasn't as a Jedi, the necessary control was not there.
"Sir. One of the civilians would like to talk to you." Commander Cody broke Obi-Wan's train of thought, "I have Captain Rex bringing him here to the hangar now."
Obi-Wan could feel Cody wanted to ask a question, but the clone dismissed it after a moment of thought.
"Give the Captain my thanks, Cody." The General nodded, and he turned to the duo of approaching Force signatures. One was Captain Rex, and the other was seemingly not the Force Sensitive. Surprisingly and definitely interestingly, it seemed the sensitive was not the leader of this particular group, unlike most other parties tended to be all over the galaxy.
"Master Kenobi," The boy nodded his head respectfully once he was in the range of polite conversation.
"Mister?" The Negotiator would shamelessly fish for information. The more he could report to the council, the better. Control of powerful Force sensitives was almost as important as control of major shipbuilding worlds in this war. Dooku, Ventress, Durge, and General Grievous were dangerous enough. Adding another foe could strain the already flailing Jedi Order to the breaking point.
"Dursley. Dudley Dursley, but please call me Lee." The boy was big, had two chins, but he had a decent amount of muscle on him. It was obvious that he used to be much fatter, but now the boy was just bulky. The Jedi General also detected a surprising amount of cunning from the boy, far more than his appearance would lead many to believe possible.
"Pleased to meet you, Lee." The General was pleased by the young man's decent manners and staggering maturity. Most young people these days were full of disrespect and bluster. Much like his former padawan.
"I'll be upfront about this, General. I want weapons for my crew, - er, my friends, really - and training in how to use them. We're willing to work with you to earn the weapons, and my cousin is willing to trade a few Force techniques of his own in exchange for a bit of his own training from you guys."
The boy was bold, very bold. Admitting that his cousin was a Force sensitive and the desire for weapons. Though Obi-Wan was curious. "What sort of techniques?"
"A shield capable of blocking blaster bolts in a very wide area, a technique that knocks living beings unconscious within a certain distance and the technique to reverse it, and finally a method of reducing the weight of an object to make it easier to carry around." Obi-wan and Anakin both found themselves staring at the boy with unguarded surprise on both their faces, both sensing that the boy was telling the straight truth to them. What was more surprising was that the boy was so blaise about what his cousin could do, and rightly so. If true, those could very well be invaluable techniques for Jedi at war. "Potentially more than that, depending on what he learns."
"Perhaps a quick demonstration is in order?" The Negotiator all but commanded. He needed to see these techniques in action, to know.
"Four spells?" Harry asked incredulously, "Possibly more?"
"It's the only things I knew you could do." Dudley tried to explain, "Besides, from what you told me about wizarding duels, everyone likes to fight at range. A good Jedi will wreck those (what are they called Death Munchers?) Dark wizards easily."
"Piers said training as a Jedi took years." Harry was still upset. "We have to get back home as soon as possible. There's a prophecy about me."
Dudley slapped himself in the face. "Why didn't you say this earlier? The Jedi would be more willing to help a person with a prophecy about them. They kinda have a big deal about their own 'Chosen One' prophecy."
Harry sighed, "Whatever, let's just get this over with. Kenobi is pushing back the first ground assault four hours, I want to get some sleep before then."
In the port (left) side hangar, a large area was almost permanently cleared at all times. Rex and Cody usually used it as a large scale training ground. Sometimes the Jedi would use it for their own spars. It was big enough that the 501st could even run drills with AT-TE walkers.
Rex had a squad of troopers doing checks over various weaponry, a Z-6 rottary cannon, several DC-15As, and even an E-Web. If his troopers we going to possibly depend on this Force sorcery then he was going to do everything he could to test it. "General, our weapons are ready." The Captain reported to Kenobi. General Skywalker was busy outside with a detachment of the 501st and Commander Cody installing a prefab base just outside of Crystal City.
"Excellent, Captain. Mister Potter this 'shield charm' if you would." There was no trace of skeptism in the General's tone. He gestured at a row of targets, ten of them. A meter apart. Of to the side, almost two companies of 501st troopers were watching.
Harry Potter stepped forward, a look of concentration on his face. "Protego!" A shimmer appeared between the armed troopers and the row of targets.
Captain Rex snapped his DC-17 pistol out of his holster and hit the center of the shield with three shots. The shield pinged with each hit, and a slight ripple expanded from each shot. Despite the heavy blaster pistol being one of the most powerful pistols available (only being beaten by the DT-29, S-5 and the brand new DL-44) the shield looked hardly phased.
"Alright gent's, ready the DC's." The Captain ordered, nine of the twelve troopers readied their rifles.
The troopers sprayed with the DC-15A's full auto mode, dozens ripples spread across the shimmery bubble. For almost ten seconds the barrage held up, before the shield collapsed. Rex looked over, the self-styled wizard was panting, but he claimed he could do it again when General Kenobi asked about it.
After a moment, Potter pointed his stick and shouted that ridiculous word again. This time Chaff, a squad gunner, opened up with the Z-6. Just a quick burst, a little over a second long. The nine DC-15A's had more firepower together than the Z-6 could put out, but Rex wanted to see if the concentrated rapid fire could quickly overwhelm the shield. The shield held, though there was a look of strain on the wizard boy's face.
Captain Rex nodded to the two troopers manning the E-Web. The heavy cannon was set to it's highest power, about the same power level of a heavy laser cannon. The Wizard's cousin grinned viciously, like he was heavily entertained.
"Fire!" The Captain spoke through his helmet's comlink. The enormous plasma blast slammed into the shield. It was like a gong going off, the shield flared white before collapsing.
Despite the shield dropping, none of the targets were even scorched. Rex decided then that he would do whatever it took to get this Magic Shield to protect his men. Even if it meant letting these kids get a free tour and pick out of the ship's armory.
The Captain waved over the the Wizard's cousin, a classic 'come over here' motion. Despite the kid being a civvy, he wasn't stupid. The kid walked all the way around the makeshift firing range. General Kenobi was already talking to the other boy, the one with the magic stick.
"Make sure you get your final equipment checks. The larties are pulling off the main hangar in four hours. Everyone will be assembled for final briefing in three and a half." Captain Rex dismissed his troops, just in time for Dudley 'Lee' Dursley to show up.
"Captain," The civvie acknowledged with a respectful nod.
"Dursley, get the rest of your crew and meet me in the main armory in five minutes. That's your only chance to get weapons from my ship."
Dennis grinned. He was feeling particularly...American in the presence of all these weapons. Rifles lined the walls, so did pistols, vibro blades, launchers of various projectiles. Strangely, not all the weapons were of the DC series you saw on the show. There were a large variety of weapons.
Captain Rex nodded to the master armorer, "Saftey. How have you been?"
"I just got a crate of these new A280-CFE's and not a single trooper wants to test them out! How do you think I am? GAR Procurement still want a report on those A280C's we got a month ago." The mullet sporting trooper ranted, "No one wants to field test any equipment. It's like they think it won't work. They even want us to do some preliminary testing on E-11's, but Procurement wont accept that the DC-15 is a fine blaster."
"That sounds like a real issue," the Captain acknowledged. "Speaking of, General Kenobi wants you to equip these civilians with weapons."
"Oh, I got the memo," Saftey groaned. "I can't even use their reports to make my reports. Let's get this over with. Anybody who knows what they want, get over here."
Predictably, Malcolm stepped up. "Can I get a DC-17m ICWS? All the attachments, please. Can I get one of those short vibroblades? I also want a DC-17 blaster pistol."
Safety blinked and grinned. "Finally, someone who likes to test new things. Officially , these are commando weapons. But we regular troopers get them too. I even got some dummy grenades so you can practice. We're not wasting 400 credits to let you fire a real grenade. I'm sure we can get you up to speed with the rest of the attachments too." As Saftey was talking, he pulled out a large metal case, and placed it on his bar-like work bench. He pulled two data pads out, tossing one on the case and plugging the other into the case with a cable. "Just place your palm here."
Malcolm hesitantly placed his palm on the pad. It simply scanned his hand. Saftey explained. "The case is now bio-metrically matched to your hand. I'm assuming you'll want your pistol in a holster. Let me take everyone's order before I get your blade and pistol. Now, who's next?"
In the end, Dennis got a Z-6 rotary cannon and a DC-17 blaster pistol. Piers got the A280-CFE and the DC-15s. Gordon stayed simple with a DC-15S and a DC-17. Dudley grinned at the Captain before asking for a pair of DC-17's and a DC-17m.
Harry, after the group found out he would be talking with General Kenobi for a while, was ordered for.
"My cousin needs a sidearm that needs minor maintenance, and doesn't need much reloading." Dudley knew his cousin would barely use his pistol, but it was always better to have a back up.
"Glad I accidentally grabbed an extra Commando pistol. DC-15s's are perfect for what you need." Saftey threw the plastic and leather gunbelt on the table, "Is there anything else?"
Malcolm spoke up, "Could we possibly get a full-size vibro blade for his cousin? I have a feeling it might come in handy soon."
AN: So despite EA's Battlefront II (2017) spending lots of money, they got several things wrong. The Clone Trooper Heavy class's starting weapon is the DC-15A the Assault Class's carbine is the DC-15S. Now there's a couple of other blasters I'll bring up so just a quick look if you don't know, or are curious about their real world counterparts.
DC-15A-The Clone trooper Rifle from AOTC. The big one that's really tall. Both a WWII BAR and a M102 Barret .50 cal
DC-15S-The Carbine troopers use in cartoon and episode 3. The shorter one. AK-74 without a stock (well, a folding stock, but no one used the stock anyway)
DC-15s-The side-arm from Republic Commando. The one that recharges it's ammo. A Sig P226 with unlimited ammo.
DC-17m-The short rifle from Republic Commando that has a sniper, grenade launcher, assaultrifle, and in the books a riot control laser. A M-4, M203, L115A3, and beanbag gun.
DC-17-Captain Rex's side arm. (Because of the way it's treated in Battlefront II, I believe there's 2 models. A shorter "Navy" version that you see in Battlefront II that has less stopping power and an "Army" version that is larger and has more stopping power, the one Captain Rex uses. The reason for this is barrel length, because of the way blaster bolts are actually fired.) Basically a 1911, with a lot more range.
DT-29- Krennic's pistol from Rogue One. Ehh, .44 magnum.
Z-6- The clone trooper chaingun. A chain gun, duh.
A280C-Endor Rebel blaster. Basically an M-4 A280-Hoth Rebel blaster. An AR-15.
A280-CFE- Cassian Andor's blaster, a heavy pistol, assault rifle, and sniper rifle. 1911, M16, and a Dragnov.
DL-44-Han Solo's blaster. A Desert Eagle.
S-5- The Naboo heavy blaser from TPM. A Desert Eagle with a rope launcher, though others can have a rope launcher too.