Harry Potter and the Mandalore Saboteur

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Sabine made good work on the practise swords. She put Fenn Rau on his ass and had 'dismembered' Kanan at least six times. Twice on the arms and four times on the legs. She hadn't yet managed to beat Harry, but then again watching every fighter who thought they had some skill with a blade, fight together or individually against Harry and they all lost.

The only person who didn't seem to lose was Kel-Gaige and his answer was "I taught him. He taught me. We know each-others routine and then there is the fact that Master Potter, yes his skills and recent actions have made it unquestionably so, was born to fight and wield a blade. I'm grateful that he anchored himself initially with Yoda, Ashara and Obi-Wan Kenobi and others. Although his shunning wasn't ALL his fault."

Sabine sighed "As someone who saw Master Potter on something as a regular basis…What is the story behind him being respected by those his age and younger but despised by those much older?"

"Less who he was. More of the times he had come and what came before him…You see, before he turned up the Order had just accepted a young boy Anakin Skywalker into the Order. He was nine years old. Qui-Gon Jinn had brought him and volunteered to teach him after suggesting his current Padawan go for the trials."

"The Trials?"

"Rites of Passage to go from Padawan Learner to a Jedi Knight. Not many pass on their first time. More pass on the second. Going for a third time says something about the Padawan. Passing on the first time suggests something about the Master." Kel-Gaige explained "Harry passed on his first time. Then proceeded to beat three fresh Knights, three newly made Masters and almost defeated two High Masters of the Grand Council into requiring medical condition."

Sabine's eyes widened "He did that?"

Kel-Gaige nodded "The fresh Knights and Masters jumped him together. The scary thing, Harry made no motion to go for his lightsabers and instead man handled them with purely with the Force. He did it in ways that even baffled and still baffle me today, I'm considered one of the best Force Combat Wielders in the Order, but it is the fact that I use them in my Lightsaber style that makes me a Guardian and not a Consular which is a more Diplomatic and Healing role in the Order."

Sabine nodded slowly. She had studied the Jeti but her studies were mainly on how they fought in pitched battles. This was something else, considering the person she loved was willing to walk away from this, well she had questions.

"Going back to Harry. He used the Force to manhandle three of his colleagues and five of his superiors effectively?"

"Exactly…If they insulted him, he would not have retaliated. However, they besmirched the teachings of Grandmaster Yoda and insinuated several things about my then Padawan…He…took offence."

"I can totally see that. So his executing of officers for being stupid is quite likely?"

Kel-Gaige's eyes widened "That is a bit of a stretch. He did have an Officer problem, due to the fact that they thought themselves smarter than he was, plus they didn't get the message of theory doesn't translate to actual."

Sabine nodded "Damn. I know the rest or at least can make general accurate assumptions on what did or did not happen…Thank you for the time…I need to go back, I need to find some new sparring partners. I may have…broken my others."

The Kel-Dorian master nodded "What are you trying to learn?"

"Lightsaber styles, sword fighting styles in order to master the Darksaber."

Kel-Gaige nodded "Fair enough. My services are at your disposal. I must say, I have not fought a Mandalorian before." Sabine grinned.

"We're five klicks from the perimeter spikes. Relatively large open expanse. Can't really miss it." With that the two parted ways, she headed to her quarters and he headed for the younglings.

Kel-Gaige found Harry, walking the younglings through the rather similar but also complicated variants of form V. Kel-Gaige grinned, there were enough differences in the two Form V forms for an argument that their were Seven classic forms of Lightsaber combat, however he still didn't know where and he wasn't sure if he wanted to know, how or where Harry got information on Form VII Vaapad and its parent style Juhyo. Harry it looked like had taken to teaching the Younglings, the Shien form of Form Five and then taught them the Djem So variant, the only difference was the speed, grace and preservation of existing movement coupled with slight pressure to make headway and bring the lightsaber up with a resounding clash of plasma on plasma.

"Very, very good. Soon you'll be ready to take other lessons that may interest you. I recommend languages, mechanics and piloting with some training in blasters."

The younglings bowed to him, he bowed back and they scattered "Good bunch?"

Harry nodded "Too damn talented. They're ready but why do I not want them to go?"

"Because you are a smart man. But you trained them to fight and survive, have faith in them. Have faith in the force, if not the force then the fact that you trained them."

As they were speaking a few of the more respected members of the alliance walked over "They'll be forged in fire. Let's hope it doesn't consume them." Sato said imperiously.

"Then it'll be my fucking privilege to light the match which provides the spark and burns the Empire to the ground. Mothma get that look off your face, you've been kneeling, pleading and sucking Palpatine's wrinkled cock for nearly twelve years. Call it a day, launch this thing as a full-fledged rebellion so we can get stuff going."

"But we have nothing to fight to fight for…Besides skirmishes are all we can do right now."

"Because for once you're doing something correct and I sincerely doubt that it's down to your commanding capabilities." Harry retorted.

The people around the Senators began to bluster "Spare me your sycophants sympathies and thin skins…I've no use for them. We need to start forming this rebellion. Contact Fulcrum. Tell Fulcrum to contact other Fulcrums to find a Republican with Rebellion sympathies, hopefully with the largest fleet and get them to start contacting the local cells near by. We rally the cells under fleet commanders and then once we've done that we can start making proper strategies to fight the Empire…Also, allies. Non-human the better, make friends with them. I think I've stressed this before but get the Mon-Calamarians, get the Wookies, get the Bothans, get the dare I even have to say it Gungans? That'll at least give the Empire something to chuckle about…Hell contact smugglers. If you want to be really risky leak out locations of TIE Factories, Imperial Armouries, Ordance Factories, Medical Supplies entice the locals to be stupid…Trust me, nothing gets people more united when people they know are killed for seemingly no reason. If that's the case, more people likely to try and sabotage the plant…Ambush patrols, butter up the Officers."

"Half of that is illegal." Stated Mon Mothma almost screaming at the Jedi.

"Then WHY ORGANISE a REBELLION. Right fuck it. I'm done. I'll see you motherfuckers either after you've completed your task of throwing down the Empire, or I'll see you in whatever Heaven or Hell you've been in for three days before the other realises you're dead. As for illegal, its war love. Shit goes sideways."

With that Harry made his way over to his ship the 'Forlorn Hope' and to his surprise, his Mandalorian Fighter was already in the docking bay "Where you going?"

Harry turned and he found Sabine leaning against a set of crates "I'm done…I've jumped the fucking hoops, added 'please sir', 'yes sir', 'three bags bloody full sir', 'triplicated the forms', yet command still can't tell the barrel of a blaster from the trigger. Force help you poor fucks if you actually get into a proper rebellion."

Sabine's eyes widened, as did Ashara's and some of the Ghost. "You're quitting? Like this!" Exclaimed the Mandalorian.

"Yup…Me and Command, oil and lighter. Decided that this fight ain't my fight…I knew it wouldn't. Hera, you can't blame me for not trying."

Hera sighed "Yeah…please…don't be stupid."

"I'm not."

Sabine turned to Harry "I need to head home."

"Krownnest? Concordia? Might as well…Unknown Regions around that area should be fun."

With that the Forlorn Hope, jerked, shuddered and took off.