Rebels with a Cause
IX
Getting past the blockade was easy. Way too easy. Due to the amount of transports both legit and not so legitimate, running a simple cloning scam to get them by the Star Destroyer was easier than Hera had thought.
Harry, was busy getting changed. He had found some padded clothing that looked somewhat like something out of Victorian England. He smirked to himself as he slid his blaster into his long coat and he looked himself over in the mirror.
He strode out of his quarters, through various tunnels and ladders and found himself back on the Ghost. "We in?"
"We're in…You scrub up nicely." Zeb commented. Harry grinned sharply revealing a set of sharklike teeth.
"Just need a bloody fedora. Then I'm set."
"Ready for what?" Sabine asked curiously as she checked out the easily the most volatile member of the team.
"To dispense death and look fucking awesome." Was the reply. Soon enough all of the Ghost Crew had disembarked. Harry and Dudley headed off around the back of their ship to "examine it". In reality it was to try and hack into the Imperial Data Banks on Kessel.
Harry would be doing the hacking and the engineering and had sequestered himself underneath his ship. "Excuse me."
He looked up to see a group of Imperial Agents heading towards them "Identification? Ship problems?"
Harry grunted and swore briefly and fluently at the interruption; his papers were well made forgeries and he had to hope that they would suffice. He was in the files and he was scanning for the Wookies. Dudley hurried around, to get their identities and soon enough the Agents were on their way.
"Spectre 8 to Spectre 2, we got it…" Dudley as suddenly where Kanan, Ezra and Zeb were hiding was suddenly illuminated in blaster fire.
Harry, dropped out of his location "Keep downloading. No matter what. Those fuckers are having a fight and they've not invited me!" Harry was rushing out of his hiding spot, grabbing a hat and turning it into a crimson red fedora. Harry smirked and charged towards the gunfire.
"Sir, incoming! Target is in red. I repeat in red." Alexandr Kallus cursed. This newcomer knew what he was doing. He was going to divide the three squads focused fire on the known rebels allowing them to escape.
"Target the man in red. Take him out."
"Harry, all you need to do is take it. Your power is not nearly in tatters as you say." A seductive voice whispered in his head as he ran. Harry ignored it, or tried to "Where have you gone? Where's the warrior of the righteous? The warrior of the weak and defenceless? The one who fought for an undeserving world and for all the good you did all you received was scorn?"
Harry slowed; he couldn't have this. Not the side of him that he had kept inside of him chained by locks and keys of physical and psychological shackles. "I can't. I won't. I will not be the senseless fighter."
"Then don't. Be a Fighter for your own cause. A Rebel if you will. A Rebel with a Cause."
Harry grinned at that "A rebel with a cause? That…I could get behind."
"Say it. Say it loud. Say it proud. Say those words ingrained in your mind, body and soul. Let this Galaxy tremble at you. The Rebel who will follow his own feelings."
"I am the Bird of Hermes! Here standeth the Bird of Hermes—eating my own wings! To keep…myself…tame." Harry stated, with each line recited the windy air on Kessel began to intensify, soon the red coat was billowing like a barely restrained cloak. Leaking out of the sleeves and the billowing coat were visible and physical tendrils of purple eldritch energy.
"Concentrate all fire…He's GONE!" One of the troopers said as their target vanished. There was a rush of air and their target reappeared right in the centre of the two Stormtrooper Squads. The Stormtroopers froze, as they saw two tears fall from their opponents eyes and softly murmured but in a moment of tranquillity all twenty heard it 'I'm sorry for what is about to happen. This will be quick I promise.' Twenty shots were heard and accompanied by twenty corpses hitting the floor.
"Spectre 7 to Spectre 2, you wanted to know why I don't fight. Keep watch." Harry droned as he moved forwards, unconcerned for the klaxons that were going due to the fact that Imperial Personnel had been killed.
"Kanan, more Buckets are heading our way." Called Zeb as he took cover as the Troopers began to open fire.
"Ezra! Get the Wookies on board!"
Just then Harry appeared, he was greeted by a wave of laser fire and one of the visible tendrils of energy, with almost lethargic speed but utmost precision launched out of the coat sleeve and either absorbed, deflected or redirected the incoming blaster fire. "How are you doing that?" Asked Kanan, suddenly aware of the mantle of well dread and terror that seemed to cloak the paler spectre.
"Not consciously…Now then, they had better get running and this ass whipping is a long time coming and they'd better get ready to die." Harry sang to himself and if the nearby Spectres listened, they could faintly hear what could only be described as music.
"Concentrate all fire on the purple light wielder." Came a sharp order and the Stormtrooper fire intensified.
Kanan looked at Harry and vaguely realised that his eyes normally a brighter green were much darker and this time with flecks of purple. The darkness! It seemed that Harry was very much attuned to the Dark Side of the Force, yet he also felt firmly in the Light. Kanan shook his head and dived to one side using the force as a wave of blaster fire hit where he had been. He only was slightly aware of distinctively purplish green lightning bolts slam from out of the sky in to the Troopers.
"Kanan! What's going on! One moment its fine as can be for Kessel, next I'm dodging LIGHTNING!"
"It's not me! Not quite sure, but I think Harry's the one behind it. At least the lightning."
Hera grunted as the ship began to growl, scrape and moan. Meanwhile over the comms a maniacal cackle was heard. Deep in Harry's subconscious, Harry recognised his cousin in the gun turrets.
This power, the power he had flowing through his veins like a drug. This the pinnacle of forced martyrdom given a will of his own. Harry, sighed despite him not wanting to use his powers or what was left of them it did feel good accessing them again. Again he did like the feeling of watching his opponents who had thought they had him beat and then he unleashed his raw unbridled fury into his attacks.
Kanan would definitely agree that Harry powered himself on his emotions. Kanan stopped to momentarily think about it "Harry would never fit into the Jedi Order. Yoda might have been able to train him as would Master Windu…but, would he." Kanan winced as Harry casually flicked his hand and 2 Imperial Scout Walkers exploded or were thrown backwards.
Zeb had taken to launching supressing fire as the Wookies loaded themselves onto the ship. Harry in the meantime had found himself with a baby wookie and Ezra to his back and two squads of Stormtroopers and Kallus in front of them. "Troopers, open fire on the two Jedi."
Harry's eyes turned distinctively purple, he reached out and felt the blank-slated, almost drone like elite forces. "I'm sorry." With that the purple energy launched from his fingers threading between all of the troopers, they still advanced. Harry smiled and made a fist. The white armoured Stormtroopers collapsed like marionettes and before Kallus could respond the two rebels and wookie were jumping onto the incoming Ghost.
