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RSS Sirius Black - over Utapau - 19 BBY

Harry and Ginny stood on the command deck of the Sirius Black. Around them was the Corellian smuggler Jet Rendar and his Mandalorian mate Christlios Nebula and Clone Commanders CC-1138 and CC-1277, of Magic Squad, led by Generals Potter and Weasley. 1138's nickname was Remus. Harry had suggested it to him because his joking but by-the-book manner reminded him of Remus Lupin. Ginny's clone commander 1277, however, was nicknamed Krayt, for the terrible monster from Tatooine. Harry was still unnerved at how all the clones shared the face of Jango Fett. He noticed that Nebula seemed saddened by these men. Harry could see why.

"General Weasley and I will take Revan," Harry said. "Jet, Nebula, I want you to assist Remus and Krayt to lead the attack on any droids that might be there. And no, Christlios," Harry added, reading the Mandalorian's expression, "I don't think the fact that your Mando will give us an advantage in taking Revan. He may be Mando, but he's also a Dark Jedi well trained in the ways of the Force."

"He's taken the name of the Butcher," Nebula grunted. "I want him to pay."

Harry knew what he meant. The ancient Jedi Knight Revan had nearly wiped out the Mandalorians, with his mate Malak. Harry knew most Mandos still hated Revan long after his death.

"That may be," he said, "but we know next to nothing about him. I care for you, mate. I don't want you going against an adversary you could likely never beat."

The Mando gave one of his rare smiles. "You're a good man, Potter."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "You never change, Harry."

Then they both turned serious, and Harry asked, "Does everyone understand their positions."

"Yes, sir," the clone troopers chorused.

Harry grinned at Remus. "You think they can handle it?"

"Come on, mate," Remus smiled, having quickly caught on to the general's Earthian slang, "when have we ever let you down?"

Krayt grinned. "Never, that's when."

Ginny smiled. "Well, there was that mishap on Dantooine. . . . "

"Hey," said Krayt, "that was a fluke. I mean, if Harry hadn't . . . "

"Don't bring in this one," Harry smiled.

He and Ginny laughed alongside Remus and Krayt.

"Then I guess the burden is on us to not destroy all the Seps," said Ginny, "until you arrive."

The two Jedi got into their respective starfighters, heading down for the surface of the sinkhole-covered planet.

Pau City - Utapau - 19 BBY

Ginny and Harry stepped out of their fighters, leaving their droids, R5-Y8 and R3-D9 respectively, behind. They saw a couple Utai mechanics as they passed. Then a group of Pau'an nobles arrived.

"Hello, young Jedi," said the leader. "I am Port Administrator Tion Medon. What brings two Jedi such as yourselves so far out here?"

"Revan, unfortunately," Harry said.

"I have not heard of such a person," Medon replied. "Is he with you?"

"Well, then," said Ginny. "If we could have repairs done with the mechanics over there, we'll be off. But I hope you will not mind that we use your planet as we search the nearby systems for the Separatist leader."

Medon motioned for the Utai to move.

Once they were out of earshot, he lowered his voice. "He is here. We are being held hostage. They are watching us."

Harry nodded grimly. "I'd assumed as much. Where are they?"

Medon looked nervous. "The Tenth Level, young Jedi. But it's . . . it's a trap. They wanted me to direct you there. It's full of battle droids."

"Of course it is," said Harry dryly.

"But what are you going to do?" the Pau'an noble asked anxiously.

"Oh, we'll head off," Harry said loudly. "Thank you, citizen."

As they walked awy, Ginny said softly, "If you have warriors, now is the time."

And they approached their fighters.

"Arfive, Denine," said Harry, "contact Commanders Krayt and Remus respectively. Tell them to report to the Council that we've made contact. We're heading to face Revan."