Harry Potter and the Mandalore Saboteur
Forgot to mention this. I own nothing
"Harry, Sabine…Where are you going?" It was Hera. Harry and Sabine were sitting on the top of the Forlorn Hope, with engineering gear, as they were patching up the damage both insignificant and not so insignificant.
"Just repairing my ship Hera?" Harry replied as he replaced several wires that connected to some of the ships particle cannons.
Hera gave him a look "I really doubt that. You and Sabine have murmuring on an open comms in Mando. This means three things 1) you're up to something stupid. 2) Sabine is involved. 3) You use other languages to hide stuff from others."
Harry sighed "First off it was to do with Sabine's people. Second, Sabine, Ashara and Myself are involved. Third it is not stupid; just reckless and maybe slightly teensiest illegal. But we have Sato's and Mothma backing us on this…What can go wrong?" Harry asked.
Ashara leapt up to them in tank top and combats, her lightsaber across her back "Vader, Planet Wide Invasion, Execution, Electrocution…Anything really. What are we doing?"
"A shady Vulcrum has some information for us; but it is in the hands of some gangs…Specifically gangs in smuggling…"
Ashara shuddered "We have at least a couple of tonne of Spice…Good quality…Oh boy…Have you gone insane? How much weed have you inhaled?"
"None…At least I'm not the one who blew her cover in a meth den which resulted in me setting the bloody place and nearby Planet Defence Force supply alight."
Ashara blushed at that whilst Sabine giggled "Do you try to do this? Or does Chaos and Destruction follow you everywhere?"
"Follows me. I have to try EXTRA hard for that kind of damage Sabine." Harry replied unabashed, remembering the time he had raided the Ministry of Magic and almost murdering his old Defence Teacher to get the artefact he needed.
Sabine and Ashara looked at each other competition flickering between them. Little did they know that Harry suspected that they both had feelings towards him? 'I just hope they can both accept each other.' He thought to himself.
"Sato…isn't going to be happy." Hera said.
Ashara looked at Hera "You honestly think Harry gives a damn? Anyway…we have a job to do."
Soon enough after much negotiating the entirety of the Ghost, Harry and Ashara piled into the Ghost with two crates of spice. "Remind me why we are doing this?" Said Ezra.
"Because Sato does not trust his new allies." Hera said from the pilot seat.
Harry sighed "Not like I tried to kill him…" Harry said from his position in the cantina.
Everyone looked at him, Sabine shook her head. She loved Harry's rather deadbeat attitude to insulting officers, others and everything around him. She also liked the fact that he was more liable to insert his foot into his mouth during a crisis.
"Harry, you threatened to open him up with a rusty knife…Because he groped my ass."
"Well he's still alive and it was a spoon…It's more effective and hurts more. Besides would you rather me having told Kel-Gaige? He would have killed Sato for that."
The collective crew of the Ghost gulped "How likely are we going to get killed?" Asked Zeb curiously.
"You lot…unlikely…Ashara and I? Relatively likely…Don't worry. I've brought enough firepower to level a small base." Harry said pulling out a rucksack and enlarging it, revealing blasters and several bombs and explosives.
Sabine looked at Harry with almost star struck wonder "Can I hug you?" Harry shrugged "Not opposed to it…but isn't it against…" He didn't get to finish as Sabine wrapped her arms around him.
Ashara shrugged, she'd tell Harry how she felt. For the Force's sake, he had trained under Yoda. The chances are he already knew, the guy was scary perspective like that.
They touched down on Hoiter. Hoiter was primarily a sprawling agricultural/small city world. The Ghost descended into the atmosphere and landed outside the main city and the crew disembarked. Harry placed his light sabers in his shoulder harness before equipping a blaster rifle, two blaster pistols to his chest and a vibro sword to his hip.
Ashara was dressed similarly aside from she was carrying two braces of pistols. Sabine was dressed in her Mandalorian battle armour whilst trying to strap some extra bandoliers to her. "Someone help me with this."
Harry snorted "What look you going for? Double hip and chest bandolier or 'backpack baby'?"
"What's the difference?"
"One makes you a bomb threat and the other's just plain sexy." Ashara said, she had thing for explosives.
Sabine crossed her arms "I'll go for the double hip and chest thing."
Harry deactivated two bandolier straps, pulled out a couple of wires and magnetise the pair together forming an 'X', he then placed the centrepiece on her chest and carefully attached the straps securing the chest bandolier before adding additional explosives. Ashara did the same except she threaded the bandolier through a small hole in the Mandalorian armour and attached it to a small part on the leg.
Ezra and Hera nodded at the Mandalorian "Suits you." Hera said as she loaded up with her kit. They headed into town, as they got there they found a patrol of four Storm Troopers at the check point.
"Do we have a plan?" Asked Hera curiously "That does not involve killing them."
"I could mind trick them." Harry said before Ashara stood on his foot.
"I believe Harry meant, I'd mind trick them. The last time Harry mind tricked someone he mind crushed a Hutt."
Kanan stared at him "I thought the Hutts were impossible to mind trick."
Harry snorted "Adrenaline, stupidity and needing a divergent and me. World's worst nightmare. Yeah mind crushed a Hutt…Mundi wanted my bollocks for that one."
"As did the Senate…They were sounding him out to be an informant." Ashara responded.
"Well they should have briefed me before sending me there. He tried to remove my head with his tail!...Let's not even mention the proctology exam."
Everyone turned green at that thought.
"By the Light of Hoiter's moon…" A voice called.
"Hope shall find a way." Hera responded.
The figure revealed himself to be Bothan. Harry grinned "Vorsk…Vorsk Bwua'tu?"
Vorsk looked at them "Harry Potter; I had a feeling you would turn up again…Come friends."
Vorsk led them into the sewers, he eyed the crated "What's in the crates?" He asked suspiciously his hand going to his disintegrator. His friendship with Harry was good, but the human was not above not always being on the level with him.
"I want the truth Harry. I know you. That is the only reason I'm not disintegrating the crates right now." Vorsk said.
"Spice…Not even a fraction of the amount of spice I have on the Hope."
Vorsk nodded "You weren't planning to give me that were you?"
Harry paled "Unless you could get me an audience with the gang heads…then no. Otherwise…"
Vorsk trembled "You do know what Spice does to Bothan's don't you?"
"Course, I do. I'm sorry…" Vorsk nodded "…I'm an informant for the Jedi. You thought I'd be dead. I know, I'll see what I can do. Besides the ones with the best information tend to be the Spice Gangs here. Depending on the purity…they may be more open."
Sabine grinned "It's some the purest I've seen…I studied chemistry at the academy. One of the things we learnt was how to assess purity of spice…Especially since a few cadets managed to sell it."
Vorsk nodded "I'll let my father know. I have no problem with Spice, neither do my family but it is the principle of the fact of you bringing Spice to us and not informing us."
Soon enough Vorsk introduced The Ghost to the rest of his family including his in-laws, parents, wife and two children "We are Fulcrum."
"Should be 'We are Legion for we are many'. But that works." Vorsk shook his head.
"I've missed your bad humour. Anyway; the Gangs are willing to meet you."
Ashara, Kanan and Ezra turned on Harry "Keep it controlled." Kanan instructed.
Harry went to open his mouth "All of it. All of you." Snapped Ashara. The last time Harry had met with a gang had resulted in thirty deaths and over three hundred thousand credits worth of property damage.
The Botham led them through the backstreets and soon enough they found themselves in a cul-de-sac in the back streets. Coming out of the ramshackle buildings were various humanoid beings. "What do you want Bothan?"
"Information."
"What do you have that we want?" One of them replied.
"Good quality spice." Vorsk replied.
"Show us." One of the gang members. Harry moved forwards with the boxes of spice, causing several people to blasters. Harry was quicker and pulled out his own blaster his hand went to his sword on his hip…He had to fight not to pull a lightsaber.
"Good people. Let's put the blasters down so we can actually negotiate." Harry said slowly holstering blaster.
One of the gang members walked forwards, in a blur of movement he went for his blaster. A single shot rang out and the man dropped, a gap between his eyes still smouldering.
Harry looked down to see his clothes were singed. He didn't need to look back as Sabine spoke "Now that we've had the stupidity act can we get down to business."
The gangs were surprised "How much of this you got here?"
"Tonne to two tonne…More back on base." Ashara said her hand on her blaster.
"We can come to an arrangement…"
The credits were handed over and another Bothan stepped forwards "Kyber crystals are becoming very worthwhile. Emperor effectively dissolved the senate. Wookie's being sold as slaves on Nar Shaddaa and sent to Kestle."
"Try and sound out imperial officers who are jaded to the empire." Harry instructed, the gangs nodded.
"Can we transport this Spice to other planets?"
"Go where the money and information is…Keep yourselves out of trouble…What about here? Anything going on here." Kanan asked.
"Well, they are stocking the supply depots for the Garrison here."
Harry's face split into an evil grin "We may as well."
With that the Ghost and the Gangs left. The Gangs satisfied that they had some quality spice and thus as long as they got the spice, they would peddle the information.
"You sure about this?" Kanan asked.
"Couple of mind controls on Storm Troopers, they start a shoot up. Ashara and I intervene, take them down. Kanan and the rest start looting everything not nailed down. Release the prisoners get out. Jump few systems over, sell the guns, and go back to base. Job's a good 'un. Then we plan to spring a Wookie container Frigate."
Hera looked at her brother "You do realise that we have a command structure…"
Harry snorted "Command structure, schmand structure. We have the Empire spit roasting and tea bagging us at all opportunities. We have been presented golden opportunities to seriously hurt or inconvenience the assholes and you want to wait for orders?"
Hera paused when Harry put it like that, they had been instructed to sell the spice and use the information if pertinent "Fine."
(Supply Depot)
"I've seen ugly things but this thing looks like it hit the ugly branch at every point of its construction." Harry commented from his perch on building about two hundred yards from the fifty foot protective fence and its security towers.
"Regretting the idea?" Sabine asked as Harry contemplated the next move.
"One sec." With that he dropped out of site and radio communication.
Harry landed in an alleyway where two Stormtroopers were facing into the street. Harry felt into his core and found his magical abilities. A storm rushed through him as he reconnected with an old set of skills. He felt his eyes turn yellow. "Strangulari." Harry whispered as he rushed forwards.
He caught the Stormtroopers before they hit the floor. He divested them of their uniforms and put them in a bag of holding. He moved along and extending his senses found a cadet that had been raping several terrified civilians.
"Ezra will be glad for this new costume." Another strangulation later and Harry was set. He was back on the roof with a smirk on his face.
"What have you done?" Sabine asked looking at him curiously. She didn't like the look on his face, it was one of utter savagery.
"I got us a couple of uniforms and a couple of corpses…Now let's go."
Zeb and Kanan managed to capture an empty troop carrier "Why do we need this thing?" Asked the Lasat.
Kanan shrugged "Knight Potter believes this ruse is going to work and so I believe him." Zeb nodded.
The crew rendezvoused at the Ghost "Harry why do we have a Transport and three suits of Stormtrooper kit?"
Harry looked at Hera "Why do you think that it was me, Hera?"
Sabine cocked her head "From what I can tell, you are; slightly impulsive, brash planning and better at improvising."
Harry looked at Sabine with a look that inevitably caused her to blush vividly, Ashara looked at Sabine. The pair looked at each other and Harry caught the electricity flickering between them.
"Hera, take Ashara in the Phantom and be prepared to drop her in when it goes sideways. Sabine, you and Zeb are going in the prisoner compartments and Kanan, Ezra and I are going to be Stormtroopers."
"Harry, this is going to be an exceptionally bad idea."
"Hera, quit pricking holes with my plans. Now let's get this executed, blow some shit up, steal more shit and get the fuck back home."
Harry turned to Chopper "Chopper, you're going to drive."
Chopper whistled enthusiastically.
(Outside the depot)
The transport was halted as thought "What happened?"
"A minor scuffle with the scum on the planet. No big deal. Caught a couple of the slower ones…You know how it is." Harry said from his position on the controls.
"Who is the shorty?"
"A cadet…One Dev Calrissian…He's been an idiot and left his identification. No need to ridicule him anymore."
The Troopers nodded and waved them through. Harry smirked and turned on his com "Spectre Seven here…We are in." Hera nodded, the others snorted.
"Shut up back there." Snapped Harry getting the 'prisoners' to shut up.
"Warrant patrol open up."
Harry sighed, grabbed the Lasat Rifle and Sabine's Mandalorian Pistols. He had his stuff nearby ready for a quick shift. He hated the Stormtrooper kit, it felt slightly hardened latex and the helmets more like buckets. Kanan opened the transport but not the prison compartments.
Harry jumped out, landed catlike and crept over to one of them and found himself looking through the crack at the green catlike eyes of Zeb. "Reducio, compressio." The bo-rifle slid into the gap, the Lasat gasped as the rifle resumed normal size, Harry did the same thing with Sabine's armour, although he managed to get that on her head and just about managed to fit her chest plate on.
The officers nodded "Everything seems to be in order. Just need to check the prisoners."
This was the fun bit. "Sure…RELEASE THE PRISONERS FOR…" The doors opened and the Four Stormtroopers dropped "Inspection…Well done you two…Oh well let's get going."
With that the strike team headed into the depot as the Phantom, zoomed overhead and Ashara dropped down effortlessly taking out the Stormtroopers on the roof "You did want us to take out the Stormtroopers…"
"YES! BUT INSIDE THE FUCKING BUILDING. Spectre Eight, meet us inside the depot. Take out anyone who sees you…For fuck sake Bridger, Jarrus…DO NOT…" Harry was cut off as blaster fire zipped down the corridor.
Harry switched into his battle gear, pulled out his blaster and began return firing. The smell of concentrated and super-heated plasma, began to make the long confined corridor especially hot and sticky. Harry did feel slight sympathy for the Stormtroopers who as he thought about earlier were in cheap crappy latex that would eventually stick and mould to the body like cheap coffins.
Harry rolled into the alcove as grenades began to be thrown up and down the corridors. "For fucks sake…Ezra…Kanan…glow stick time."
The Troopers looked at each other "Glow…Jedi! Bring 'em down. Bring 'em down."
It was like that, the sporadic and reasonably accurate blaster fire that seemed to bring down various insignificant members of the rebellion suddenly sharpened and the truly dangerous training of the Stormtroopers became apparent.
Most enemies tried shooting at specific parts of the body or the saber itself but the Stormtroopers were aiming for all parts of the body, forcing the Jedi to clump together. This meant that the effectiveness of the Jedi's combat prowess was severely hindered due to the sheer waves of blaster fire, it however demonstrated their amazing reflexes if they could surrender themselves to the Force but this meant their non-Force wielding friends were in danger.
Harry sighed and flung his hand out. The incoming hailstorm of blaster fire suddenly suspended in mid-air. "What the…" The Stormtroopers did not get the chance to finish as the bolts flew into them and effectively incinerated them leaving behind a pair of smoking boots "Those potatoes were for you."
"Eh?"
"Something from my home world…Now let's set these explosives up, get our shit and go." Ashara said joining them, Zeb turned to see eight more Stormtroopers dead behind them.
"The Lasat and Mandalorian drop the corpses outside…Wait don't answer that. Okay you lot, welcome to City Fighting."
"What's it like?" Asked Ezra, bouncing like a puppy.
Harry groaned and grabbed his light sabers "Sheet utter hell. You're dropping them, they're dropping you. You don't know if a corridor or rubble is safe, enemy or a trap…Fucking bonkers." Harry groused and with that the Ghost descended into the depot.
The clock was ticking and time was not in their favour.