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AN: For those readers that are offended by strong language, please know that their will be some strong language that may not be acceptable to certain people. This language is to represent the characters better, and is not meant to offend any persons or group.

AN2: This is a repost of chapter seven, it has now been edited by my lovely beta Marie9.

Chapter Seven

All at once, everyone sprung into action; the soldiers near the prime minister and his aides immediately flung themselves behind a barricade and aimed their weapons at the door, putting themselves in the way of any danger that might be directed at the prime minister. Harry looked around, not quite sure what he was supposed to do in this situation until one of the non-Kaminoan soldiers from their original group signaled him over to his position and held out a hand, which held a larger gun than the one he already had.

"You're gonna' want this kid. That little toy ain't worth one republic credit right now," the soldier said in a gruff voice that Harry could compare to Mad-Eye's voice, containing the scars of much yelling in battle and the long term effects of smoking.

"Thanks" Harry responded. Not quite sure what else to say, he continued with an introduction. "I'm Harry, Harry Potter."

The soldier looked over at him, his eyes studying his face and his mouth almost chewing on his words, as if he were not sure whether to respond or not. "The names Hugo Trent, I'm a mercenary from the core worlds. The Kaminoans bought my services when they learned that these rebels were planning a hostile takeover. Guess that's why you're here as well, huh?" Hugo finally said after apparently considering Harry either worthy of knowing his name, or not enough of a threat to worry about having the information.

"No. In fact I'm not sure of how I even came to be in this strange place, I had an accident in the-" Harry cut himself off before he went any farther; even if there was no Ministry of Magic here, he would only look crazy if he started to talk about magic and wizardry.

"In what kid?" Hugo asked somewhat impatiently.

"Just in my world's government" Harry said, not entirely lying but not entirely telling the truth either.

Hugo let out a hoarse chuckle, "Maybe it wasn't an accident then. Maybe they just wanted you gone!"

Harry did not laugh, as that could have been a very real possibility. In hindsight, making enemies with someone as powerful as Cornelius Fudge could have been motive for a plan to remove Harry from the playing field entirely. As he pondered this, some of the soldiers continued to fortify their positions. Others, like Hugo, just sat with their backs to their barricades and rested while holding their assault rifles slackly.

One such man was relaxing a few feet away from Harry and Hugo, slowly chewing on what looked to be some sort of nutrition bar. Seeing food for the first time reminded Harry of how very hungry he was; three days and a fight with nothing for nutrition except an IV drip had taken its toll on him, and his stomach was protesting quite loudly. As Harry's stomach growled loudly, the man eating the nutrition bar looked over at the soft sound to see Harry gazing longingly at his possible last meal. He moved the bar side to side and watched amusedly as Harry's eyes followed the small piece of food.

"Hungry kid?" he asked in a softer tone than Hugo, but with a hoarse voice that came with many years of profuse smoking.

When Harry realized he was being addressed a few seconds later, he responded, feeling flustered at his lack of attention. "Sorry sir, I haven't eaten in a while." He turned away from the man only to receive two smacks by small rectangular objects to the side of his head. Looking down at the two objects that had hit him he saw two of the nutrition bars that the soldier next to him had been eating. Looking back at the soldier with gratitude Harry thanked him profusely before gorging himself on the food. Though most would have said they tasted as dry as sand on Tatooine, Harry had never tasted something so fulfilling and delicious in his life. With every bite, Harry could feel his stomach's gratitude grow and with it, energy returning to his exhausted body.

As Harry satiated his burning hunger with the supplied food, he watched the others in the room with him, waiting for the invading forces to finally drill their way through the reinforced door and the newly closed durasteel blast door. Hugo was resting his head on the back of the portable metal barricade behind them, eyes closed as he rested, waiting for his moment in battle to come. Hugo had a slightly out of control hair, though nowhere near as messy as Harry's, and it continued down his cheeks to form a full beard. Scars marred his face and a small cigarette was poking out of his mouth, giving off a small stream of smoke.

Having finished his observations of Hugo, Harry turned to Benny. His hair was nonexistent on his head; only a slight amount could be seen poking out of his scalp, giving him an almost fuzzy appearance. His face was clean-shaven, and an orange visor that seemed to be giving some readout covered his eyes.

Moving his eyes to the Kaminoan soldiers, Harry wondered why the native Kaminoan soldiers looked nothing like Kaminoans. They were all dressed in silver armor with their rifles pointed unerringly at the door. The Kaminoan soldiers never moved, and were all positioned flawlessly, taking up enough room to protect the Prime Minister should any fire get through the door but also being out of the way enough that they weren't likely to be hit without a good sharpshooter behind the barrel. They were an intimidating sight, all of them the same height and body shape, Harry wondered why that was; the man sitting next to him and Hugo seemed to read his mind and started to explain.

"Them soldiers over there are the clone army of Kamino kid, some of the greatest soldiers in this sector" The man said with respect, but also a touch of fear. "You never want to be on the wrong side of one of these clones. My name's Benny Trigast by the way, nice to meet you…?"

"Harry, Harry Potter." Harry answered, catching on after a few seconds.

"Well nice to meet you Harry, but if you don't mind me asking, how the hell did you get caught up over here at this sterile hell hole?" the man asked curiously, looking Harry over as if trying to answer his own question. "You aren't a bounty hunter, you would have more weapons. But if the stories of what the men from Captain Chi's group are true, then you could be a Jedi…"

"A Jedi?" Harry asked, suddenly excited, Maybe they have witches and wizards here! Maybe they can help me get back home! he thought excitedly. "What exactly is a Jedi?"

Benny looked at him incredulously, "Where the hell have you been living? Even the beings in the outer rim know what a Jedi is!"

Harry immediately knew that he had made a mistake; if he didn't already stand out enough due to his abnormalities he definitely would with his lack of simple knowledge.

Seeing Harry become uncomfortable, and knowing that he wouldn't fight as well feeling that way, Benny quickly amended what he said. "What I mean is that it's not usual for someone to have not heard of a Jedi, but I guess I could treat you to a little information on the subject. Granted, I am not exactly an expert on the history of the Jedi, or even exactly how they do what they do, but I can tell you what they basically are.

"The Jedi's origin date back to over twenty five thousand years ago, before the Republic." Seeing the confusion on Harry's face, he disbelievingly added, "The system of government the planets of this galaxy are under." Shaking his head, Benny continued. "Anyways, some people say the Jedi were formed with the Republic, others say before it, and still others say afterwards. It's all a moot point however, because other than a few changes they remain in the same role as they did at that point. They are the peacekeepers of our galaxy; they chase down major criminals and help any who are in need. In times of war, they act as generals as well as soldiers.

"What makes the Jedi so special though, is their connection to the 'Force'." When Benny said Force, he put his fingers up and made quotation marks in the air. "This 'Force' is something that the Jedi claim influences all the events in the galaxy, and allows them to perform the tasks they do."

Harry could tell that Benny was skeptical of such a thing as the Force, but if Harry assumed correctly, maybe the Jedi were talking about magic and just hadn't found a way to explain it. Or vice versa, Harry thought suddenly but dismissed it immediately. While his world may not have been as technologically advanced, the wizarding world of his home still had proof that Magic existed, as extensive research had been done and found that Magic was an internal power in every magical being but coming from inside the body rather than out as these Jedi claimed.

One thing that the book on Legilimancy and Occlumency Dumbledore had given him had touched on was the nature of magic. The book had explained that as the two techniques described were a delicate art of magic, understanding what magic truly was would help. Harry had been quite astounded as to the nature of magic and how the author pointed out that someday in the future, muggles may be able to manufacture magic. Harry recalled the passage in the book that described where magic truly came from:

Magic is often thought to come from a non-corporeal 'magical core' that contains a certain amount of the power needed to cast a spell. While this theory is backed up with a small amount of evidence, there is truly no backing to it. However after years of research along with a many thousands of galleons, I believe I have uncovered the answer to what Magic truly is, and where it comes from.

Every time a new cell in your body is made, there are always imperfections, we call these imperfections 'mutations', both magic and muggle folk have mutations, and there are both very good, and very bad mutations to cells, such as cancer, or Magic. Yes, Magic is a mutation of the cellular structure that enhances the amount of a unique type of electricity in our bodies. Every human body (muggle included) have some electricity running through their bodies, as this is how the brain sends its messages to other parts of the body (such as making a fist, the brain itself sends a message through the nerves using electrical messages that jump from neuron (a type of cell) to neuron to reach their destination, in this case your hand, which then responds to this message by curling inward and making a fist.

Not only does every human have a certain amount of electricity in their system, but they also have a certain electrical resistance, which is measured in ohms. The average non-magical human can take less than half an ampere in a Direct Current (a measure of current, half an ampere is quite small) before their heart stops, if the electricity is in an Alternating Current, then it is less than one tenth of an ampere.

This is where the difference between a magical human and a muggle human becomes evident. Magical humans contain much more electricity than non-magical ones do, as not only do their nerves contain electricity, but also every other blood cell in the body contains some electricity. Not only do magical humans contain more electricity, we also have a better resistance to it, to the point of being able to take nearly ten amperes before our hearts stop.

This odd mix of both extra electricity and extra resistance creates a source of power that can be tapped into to create what we call magic. What is often called magical exhaustion is most often just exhaustion, from either concentration or a long day (or even a fight, as this is the most common sight for so-called magical exhaustion).

Because we have this extra resistance to electricity in our systems, our body is able to function faster and more efficiently, doing things faster such as creating more cells, which speeds healing, another would be an enhanced memory and ability to learn. This extra resistance also allows us to not be in agony every second of our lives, as without it, the electricity would immediately turn in on us and electrocute us to death.

This theory also explains the reason behind muggle electronic items not working in a magically saturated area, such as the beloved school Hogwarts, or the International Confederation of Wizards.

If this theory is true however, it means not only is magic manufacturable, but that it can also be taken away by muggle devices. This is one of the reasons why it is essential that the muggle population remain separated from the wizarding world, as they truly do represent a very real threat to the existence of magic.

While it hadn't been a very popular book due to its admitting of the power of muggles (surprise surprise), it had been very informative to Harry and had allowed him to progress in his mind magic skills farther and faster than he had ever previously thought possible.

"It's all bullcrap if you ask me" said a mercenary who had been listening in on their conversation. "It's all luck and sleight of hand. They probably got either a jetpack, or anti-grav boots, not all that hard."

Benny looked up at the new entry in the conversation with disappointment on his face, and a small amount of amusement in his eyes, "Now why'd you have to go and ruin it for me you evil bastard?" letting out a small chuckle near the end.

"I'm just saying, you can believe in a god an all tha', but it ain't natural to have things go tha' fast or jump tha' high!" the man looked over at Harry, "Contrary to popular belief, me name's not eva' bastard, its Tristan, Chris Tristan." Chris held out his hand to Harry, who took it tentaviley, becoming slightly uncomfortable with the man's forwardness.

"I am Harry, Harry Potter, nice to meet you" Harry responded, trying to fit in with this crowd wasn't as easy as he had thought it would be. Hugo was easy; you sit, be quiet, and fight well if the situation required it, and most of all don't be overly social. With Chris he felt as if he had a kid with them (other than himself) that couldn't get enough of not only himself, but the new experiences happening around him.

"Shut the fuck up assholes and get ready" Hugo grumbled, letting them know that he was still here and not very happy about it, "They will be through the walls in a few minutes and if I get taken out because one of you motherfuckers wasn't paying attention to the tangoes, I will take you all down with me."

"Ah there's the Hugo that we all know an' love!" Chris stated jovially, ignoring the fact that said Hugo was carrying a rather large and powerful rifle that had claimed many a life before today.

Harry was chuckling at the antics of the three soldiers' banter when he saw a large amount of movement in the corner of his eye. Turning his head to his side, Harry watched as Captain Chi started to bark out commands to his soldiers, who immediately started to form into the ranks specified by the Captain.

Benny and Chris had perked up too, having sensed movement behind them. Meanwhile Hugo had remained sitting still with his eyes closed, trying to rest his eyes one last time before he had to use them for possibly the last time. Suddenly there was a yell coming from the surveillance section of the room, where a few technicians had set up camp and were monitoring the entire facility.

"Sir! We have visual confirmation that General Crene and a small amount of his elite squad have broken through sector B of building two. They are close enough to assist, should I try to contact the General?" One of the cloned technicians asked the Captain, who had come over and listened intently while leaning over the technician, trying to get a better view of the subject.

"Try to make contact and let him know that we have the Prime Minister secure, but not for long. Brief him on the short version of our situation, and request his aid." Captain Chi ordered, and immediately five of the soldiers stationed at the surveillance desk moved into action, pressing buttons and putting on headsets. One of them finally got a hold of the general and had told him about the situation as what seemed to be the commanding officer of the group turned around while taking off his headset and looked to Captain Chi.

"Captain! The General is on his way sir, we can expect him in ten minutes."

"Hey! Assholes!" Hugo had woken up and had something to say, "We don't have a one minute, let alone the ten it will take for them to reach us. Those guys are going to be coming through that door in another thirty seconds, you can see the durasteel weakening and the power levels are getting too low to sustain the reinforcements. We are on our own!"

A few of the clone soldiers were looking at the bounty hunter with their heads tilted, and you could almost see their offended facial expressions at the man's brazen lack of respect to authority.

"He is right" Captain Chi said gravely, waving off the clones who looked incredulously at him. "Regardless of his subordination, we should listen to him. If you look at the console you can see that the door is barely holding, and we still need another nine minutes and twenty seconds before the General gets here. Get into position, and get the Prime Minister in the safe room behind that wall. I want two of my soldiers to accompany him and lay some demolition charges at the door." Before the commander had even finished talking, the soldiers were already in motion; the only ones who weren't moving were Hugo, Benny, and Harry. Chris had started to bounce on the balls of his feet as his eagerness to be in the fight got the better of him.

"I will pistol whip you Tristan" Hugo said threateningly as he heaved himself off of his haunches and turned around in a crouch, only his gun and the top of his head peeking over the top of the wall.

Chris appeared to take what Hugo said to heart, as he crouched down next to Benny so that both Benny and Harry would be separating him and the intimidating bounty hunter.

Harry turned around as well, grabbing his rifle that was given to him by Hugo only a short time ago. Trying to imitate Hugo's stance, Harry rested his rifle on the barricade in front of them and readied himself. Seeing that he was still just a raw recruit in this type of warfare, Hugo reached over to him and corrected his position and gun handling, so that at the very least he would be able to shoot without falling over from the recoil.

Chris sniggered as he caught sight of Hugo correcting Harry's stance, but stopped when Hugo pulled out his pistol and held it threateningly. Benny let out a chuckle at his longtime acquaintance's antics, knowing that Hugo would never injure a comrade… before a fight.

Harry ignored both of them as he saw what looked to be a speckle of dust starting to drop from the middle of the door to the floor.

"Seven minutes and forty five seconds before General Crene arrives!" yelled one of the technicians from the surveillance center.

Harry wasn't listening now though, because the small drizzle of dust from the door had transformed into a small stream that was now coming from the same spot. As he watched, Harry could see cracks start to form through the huge blast doors, at last, losing the battle against the drill. Suddenly they could see light come into the room from the outside as some of the cracks connected, and durasteel fell from the door and landed heavily on the ground.

A few more giant chunks of the door came off until a good-sized hole was visible through the door, and yet there wasn't any blaster fire that came through the door.

Silence pervaded the world as not one of the men inside the room moved a muscle, all calmly breathing and waiting, watching for their enemies to show themselves from the dimly lit hall.

Finally something happened; a small ball, no larger than an apple came rolling into the room and came to a stop on the other side of the office next to a soldier's boot.

The soldier looked down at it and picked it up, examining the small metallic ball. Suddenly, a soft click was heard emanating from the ball, and that was when all hell broke loose.

AN: All right, there y'alls go, the longest chapter yet. I am sorry this took longer than it hoped, but real life was calling. I hope that this turns out better than what it looked like when I was writing it. I also hope that the length is better than before, as I know a number of my beloved reviewers were complaining about this. This is about eight pages on MS word without double spacing, so I hope that is long enough for you guys. Your reviews are what keep this story alive! So please drop me a review, even if it is one word!