I don't own Harry Potter or Star Wars the Old Republic this is a fanfiction only.

After going to the so-called seat of power of the Galactic Republic, and have met not only with several senators who by the way were very happy that I saved the Ambassador, I also had the unpleasant distinction of meeting with none other than Satele Chan, Grand Master of the Jedi Order.

I will say this, for a woman who was supposedly emotional dead, she was quite passionate about her constant pleas that I actually become an actual Jedi.

I swear that it was the single most embarrassing thing in my life, well besides that time a Rodian stripper wanted to give me a free lap dance on my birthday, but I told him I simply do not bend that way. He was just as insistent as she was that I should at least try it before making up my mind. I didn't kill her so I guess my temper has gotten better since then.

As we reached the Old Galactic Market I could swear that the esteemed Ambassador was to blame. It turns out I could easily say one thing, do you know the difference between Nal Hutta, Pre-Civil War Taris, and Coruscant? You mean to tell me you can't tell the difference between these three planets? Well, that just means you thought the same thing I did after spending ten minutes on Coruscant, there is no difference they were exactly the same in some manner or form.

As we entered we saw the man we were going to meet playing against a very stubborn looking Rodian, they guy looked like he was not having a good time at all, or he lost everything but the clothes on his back, then again considering how the guy was dressed, those clothes might have been from a charity donation basket.

The crowd looked like they were excited to see how the last hand would play out, and sure enough the Rodian saw the hand Darmas had twenty on his hand, that was going to be a hard hand to beat to most people, and sure enough the second the Rodian looked at his hand he threw the card at Darmas got up from his seat and left.

"Corso it is a pleasure to meet you, come on a closer. I just got done playing against a particularly unlucky Rodian who apparently didn't believe he could have such bad luck. Come on, don't stand over there, grab a drink and tell me how my friend Vidu is doing lately? You mentioned something about bad news."

I walked over to the table and looked at the card that had been thrown, I saw why he was so upset, he didn't go over at the very least, but he didn't win that hand either. "Vidu is dead, I was selling some turbo lasers to a client and when I delivered them to Vidu, well the scumbag stole my ship and ripped both me and Vidu off, his client, Rogan The Butcher had him killed and has sent bounties to kill me."

I looked at him and sat down in the armchair right in front of his. I had a feeling I better keep a good line of sight between me and him. "As a Mandalorian, you don't rip one of us off and not suffer the consequences, and stealing my ship, that just guaranteed that when I find him he will wish he had jumped into the open mouth of a Sarlac by the time I am done with him."

The man almost looked at me like I was insane, well I was pretty upset so that is not far from the truth. "Too bad to hear about Vidu, he was a lousy Pazaak player but also a very good friend, he will be missed. Since you came with Corso I gathered poor Vidu thought of you as a friend, so yes, I will help you find the person that did both of you wrong, for my dead friend it's the very least I can do, but I got to ask a question, if you are a Mandalorian Captain, why aren't you working for the Empire?"

That was an obvious question, but I never knew I had to repeat the same answer to so many people. "My name is Harry Potter by birth, but my name legally is Harry Spar. As far as I know, I am the last surviving member of Clan Spar. Everything I know has told me the Empire betrayed and killed my clan, my family for no good reason, you don't betray a Mandalorian without suffering the consequences like I told you, I can't get revenge on those that killed my family while working for Empire."

"If I had enough proof I would go right into the Mandalorian Enclave on Dromund Kaas, I would show it to Mandalore and he would make those imperials wish they had died when they killed my family. Every Mandalorian would becomes their enemy and then they would not be afraid of the Republic or the Jedi, they would fear and die from what we would do to them."

For a second I saw the actual concern on in his gaze and had he even a fraction of my magical abilities he would hide it better, but that second I realized that this man was very much an imperial. He might pretend to be other things but deep down he was an imperial, quite possibly one of the cipher agents from Imperial Intelligence.

"I understand how you feel and I sympathize with your plight Captain, now I just need to know the name of the scoundrel that is your enemy, and I will put all my information network to help you find him." The second I told him the person who stole my ship and killed Vidu he actually began to laugh so hard he spilled his drink.

"You should really know better Captain, Skavak or the Jackal of the Stars as most like to call him is not new or unknown in the criminal underworld, I can tell you from reputation alone that man brings back luck and misfortune to whoever he gets involved with, especially women. I did promise I would help you, but this is going to take a little time."

I know asking for this guy to find him in a world this size alone is impossible, "Don't worry Darmas, I know how tough it will be to find this creep, I also have a pretty good idea how we can make this guy easier to find, at first I need to find the local groups he is associated with, then I can ruin his ties with them one by one, by cutting off his contacts that should make him desperate, and a desperate and angry target is an easy target to eliminate."

He smiled and began to ask one of the girls near him to get me and himself a drink, "I already had that idea and my informants are looking over their information for everything we need at the moment, hey while we wait why don't we play a friendly hand of Pazaak while we wait. Did you ever play the game before Captain?"

Corso just looked at me and began shaking his head, "I just knew something like this would happen, if you don't mind me I think I will actually go to the main area of the bar and look at the dancing girls. I just don't feel like watching my friend getting fleeced by you Darmas." Oh, yea of little faith, how wrong you are.

As we began playing I used all my knowledge of math and magic to work the numbers in my favor, I didn't survive this long without the support of my clan without learning quite a few things. The first game I won and Darmas made the mistake of thinking it was beginners luck. The second one was over and I won again, now it appears Darmas was taking these two loses rather like a personal challenge.

By the time Corso arrived I had won ten games against Darmas, "So you have played Pazaak before, this is the very first time anyone has outplayed me to this degree, you must have the luck of the devil to win that many hands."

Corso could not believe a number of chips on my side, "Luck my foot, the Captain just polished off your chrome. Captain why in the world would you be a smuggler, you could be rich if the only thing you did was play Pazaak, you could be a pro."

I looked at Darmas and smiled, "Yes, I could earn quite a living playing Pazaak as a Pro, and I never did tell you if I did or didn't play, that was your mistake for assuming that I was a beginner. I didn't become a smuggler to earn a living Corso, I live and breath for one purpose, to avenge my family. We Mandalorians are treated as warmongers, brutal mass murderers, the worst type of killers the galaxy has ever seen, and yes combat is a major part of our culture, but to us family is sacred. We don't discriminate on species or gender, once you are a member of a clan, everyone in that clan knows you are family."

"They murdered my family Corso, the most important people in the entire galaxy for me, and I don't care if I have to live as a smuggler, but this a way for me to get the information I need, and sadly that information as Darmas will tell you usually costs a lot of credits and more. Darmas I imagine makes his living more with being an Info Broker than being a Pazaak player."

I felt sorry that I had to lie to Corso like this, if my suspicions are correct he does work and work for the Intelligence Division of the Empire no less, which means they would have kept him well supplied with all the things and money he needs, like the information I requested, the so-called information network of this man was vast indeed.

"As a matter of fact, I heard recently that Skavak used the services of a data slicer in the employ of the Migrants Merchant Guild. It would be beneficial to ask her to tell you what exactly did Skavak want with her."

I could think of a few things he could want, and at least one involved a bed. "Skavak is quite the womanizer, has left a trail of used women with broken hearts longer than the Republic Constitution. Are you sure Skavak didn't simply meet with her in order to add her as a potential lover in case he needed to use her later?"

Darmas looked almost a little green at the notion, but he did a marvelous job of hiding it from everyone else. "Kixi is the data slice in question, and while Skavak is a lady killer, I don't think his intentions are of a romantic nature, Kixi is not human after all, and of all the women we know Skavak ever slept with, he tends to prefer his own species."

"I wager Kixi will either tell you where to find him or a good means to flush that vermin out of hiding." I began to walk and that is when Darmas asking about my supposed winnings in our games against each other, I didn't even turn around and asked him what winnings was he talking about? It was a friendly game, I never expected to win or lose a single credit.

Corso told me I passed up a chance to get quite the sum of credits, I told him the information and help to get my ship alone was more valuable than anything I won playing against Darmas. We went to the Migrants Merchant Guild and would you know it, they were as xenophobic as I heard, the entrance to the basement to their guild headquarters was code locked.

I had to ask nicely several members of the guild for an access guild card, alright I am kidding, I actually met several enforcers, lieutenants, and other guild officers and the second they met me came at me firing their weapons, didn't give me a chance to even ask. When one of them actually nearly vaporized a kid, that is when I got mad.

I began loading disintegration spells in my blasters and began to shoot at the idiots that tried to kill the kid, and as the spell hit them the armor they work began to turn to dust, then I loaded blasting curses and that blew them into pieces. I went and picked up from the remains a few security code cards, no idea which one was the active one.

A young woman came and thanked me for saving her baby girl, I know I don't like Gamorians but if there is something my family taught me was never attack those that were defenseless, somethings these guild members would do well to learn, or risk angering me again if they were careless and almost harm an innocent in my presence.

"Corso don't you think it was nice of them to leave an access card for us to use, come on. This card seems to be the one for today at the very least. Let's go and meet this data slicer that helped the scumbag that stole my ship."

As soon as we entered we both noticed that there was something not quite right about the room Kixi was in, she was a Mirialan by the sound of her voice and the color of the little skin we saw on her hands.

"Captain, why are the cameras and turrets pointing that way? It almost seems like they are intended to keep her in rather than protecting her, it's less of an office and more like a guarded cell in a prison." This made the woman in question begin to giggle, I guess she found what Corso said funny.

"That is because it is a prison, thanks for noticing. So tell me what was the need that you needed to blast so many of these guys in order to meet me, don't worry, I cut all footage of you killing those guys and so the Migrant Merchant Guild doesn't know any better. Although I found you defending that little girl adorable."

I looked at her and smiled, she was actually quite attractive and I met quite a few Mirialans in my life. I knew exactly what those tattoos mean and I knew that even if she looks as young as she is, this lady had quite a bit of experience on her hands.

"I am here to ask about what you did for a friend of these guys, the guy's name was Skavak, care to share what you did for that sleazeball?" She began to punch a few keys on her terminal and began to nod her head as I mentioned my opinion of her last client.

"You know Captain that is probably a lot kinder than what I would call him, but yes, I had the displeasure of his company as he asked me to use my skills to clean his past records, and let me tell you that guy was dirtier than what some people think he is. Tell you what I will help you make that guy not have such an easier time if you help me escape from this place, deal?"

I could easily tell her, yes, but I could not actually lie to her, that would be dishonorable. I did say this place would rank pretty high in the worst working places list and decided to help her, even if what she did was something minor.

"Sure I will help you bust out of this place, but I want that guy's records as dirty as a Nal Hutta Sewer." She laughed and told us that was pretty much the way it was before she did her work, good thing she actually kept back up plans of everything she erased, I never realized how easy it was to hack the Republic Database, or at least easy for her.

"You know while we are restoring his records, we got a golden opportunity here. I really hated the way that creeps looked at me, like I was an insect. How about we make it even worse than what it was, something that would make him regret the way he was towards me."

I could imagine a few things, some involved some sexually translated diseases. In the end, I thought of cutting him off from his criminal contacts and associates. "How about we put in his records that he is actually an undercover SIS agent working to get dirty as a hunt on organized crime organizations."

She began to punch the keys to add this to his record and she was sounding pretty happy with what I told her, "Skavak must have really done a number on you to unleash this level of hate on him, from my point of view he earned it, so I am happy that you give me this chance to get even with him, I also added that he had contracted scale rot."

I looked at her and we decided to do a high five and Corso began to laugh as we did that, "I made him unpopular and liable to get killed by any criminal contact he ever had, and you killed any chance he had of ever sleeping with another woman, come on Kixi, as soon as we get out of here why don't we go to a nearby food stand, I feel like I should buy you a warm meal as a thank you."

We three walked over to a restaurant and we each had a rather nice meal. Kixi just kept looking at me and for some reason, she was actually looking a bit nervous. "You know, I also read a little about your background, I have to say you are one of the nicest Mandalorians I ever met, and I met a few of them that worked as Bounty Hunters."

I looked at her and took a drink of my tea, "You are not the first to mention that, and not going to be the last. I don't deny it, we Mandalorians do not have a shining reputation or history in the Republic. I blame the Mandalorian Wars for that, I am a member of Clan Spar, sadly the last one. You would have liked my family I can tell you, you might even want to join it. A lot of people that met them did."

She looked at me with a look of sympathy and I could tell she was holding something back. "I actually knew that you are a member of Clan Spar, except you are wrong about being the last, there is another member, the one I heard about even before I met you was a lady Zabrak, her name was Akavi now that I think of it."

I nearly dropped my tea when she said that, the news simply was that wonderful, "Akavi is alive, I can't tell you how happy I am hearing that my little sister is alive and well. It sure gives me hope that I will eventually meet her and have ourselves a good old fashion reunion."

She looked at me with this confused look on her face, I guess I have to explain. "You are probably wondering why I call her my little sister, in truth I am adopted, I was adopted a couple of years before she was born, Mandalorians consider all members of a Clan family, we don't let a little thing like gender or species be even considered. I even had a brother that was this tall guy with fur covering his body, I think he once told me his race comes from Kashyyyk."