Rebels with a Cause

XIII

The Ghost and the Phoenix, dropped out of hyperspace above Stygeon Prime. As the Phoenix, appeared Harry got out of his seat and swapped with Charlie. Charlee, was observing the communications.

Harry grabbed a Vibrosword, A set of charges along with a blaster rifle and pistol. Charlee looked up, stood up with being slightly shorter than Harry, wrapped her arms around him. "Come back safe."

Harry, wrapped an arm around her waist and one onto her ass "Oh, I will…Drop the ramp." The ramp lowered and Harry dropped into the night-sky, Harry closed his eyes and he felt the wind blowing through his hair, rubbing against skin. As he listened to his gut and instinct, he flung his arms and legs apart and the wing-suit activated.

Harry glided smoothly to just above the entrance of the prison, retracted the wingsuit and with skill; born from skulking with his invisibility cloak, slid down the cliff face. Below him, were two Storm Troopers, who were content with their role in life.

Did they like the Emperor and the Empire, no. Did they like the Rebels, no due to the acts of tyranny and insurgency that they caused; but they sympathised with them. However, sympathy didn't pay and well the Empire…did. It was the last thoughts of their families that crossed their minds as Harry activated the Virbrosword and effortlessly cut them down. "Spectre Eight to Ghost…They're dealt with." The rest of the Spectres joined him.

"You didn't have to kill them!" Protested Kanan.

"It's us…or them. I prefer us." Harry retorted, Dudley snorted and held his hand out to Harry.

"Blaster or sword?"

"You're the faster one of us…I'm the bigger target. Blaster." Harry handed his cousin a pistol.

"Rifle…"

"Harry, give him the rifle and now is not the time to for jokes and antics." Sabine ordered. Harry handed it over as Sabine continued "Harry, you sure you don't need a blaster?"

"Sabine, don't worry. If I need to I'll be…creative." Harry retorted as Kanan and Ezra opened the door to the prison. Harry, dived into the complex before the door had fully opened.

Harry, came out of the roll in front of a group of Stormtroopers. "REBEL! BLAST HIM!" The Squad of four, fanned out and pulled the trigger and soon enough the eight meter distance was filled with concentrated plasma. Harry swore briefly, ignited the blade and tapped into his powers. Time slowed down, adrenaline soaked his muscles; time hadn't slowed down but it was rather Harry's perception of it.

The good news, Harry managed to avoid the majority of the shots that were heading for his chest. However, four shots hit. Two slammed into Harry, thankfully not blowing his leg off but causing serious burns and two more connected one in the shoulder and the other in the upper arm. Harry hit the floor and the Stormtroopers surrounded him. "You're under…"

Harry's eyes turned yellow, red ichor leaked from his eyes as he raised his hands. As the Rebels entered; they smelt the smell of ozone heating and then heard the unmistakable sound of electricity. As they headed to the source, they saw the unmistakable charred remains of the Stormtroopers with a slumped Harry against the wall. "Harry, what happened?" It was Dudley, he used his frame to mask his cousin's face from everyone.

Harry looked up, and broke the faint seal of congealed blood on his eyes "Glare at my enemies with two hate-filled eyes." Harry quoted as he opened his eyes, glittering green and yellow stared unwaveringly into light blue.

"Shit, Harry…are you going to be able to come back?"

Harry snorted "Not yet…the feelings, the voices…the unmistakable tugging in my guy; the same one that told me I could fly anything…I can't shut it out. I'm sticking by you, Cousin. Not by anyone else. Can you tolerate what this means?"

"Aye, you're not fully gone…But you've never been fully here have you. Kanan's not going to like this."

"Kanan can either sleep with Hera and accept it, or sleep with Hera and have no more to do with me. Dudley, the fucks I've got to give, have gone fucked themselves away…Now get me up and tell me how I can deal with…" Harry retorted but as he looked at the burns "Huh, Fawkes even in a galaxy, far, far away is still helping me out." Harry turned to the group.

Kanan and Ezra went for their lightsabers the moment they saw Harry's new eye colour "Harry…you can step away from this…"

"No. Kanan, Porg, Spectres…" Harry limped but slowly it faded away "…this is me. The hair-trigger away from psychotic, psychopathic and single-minded avatar of destruction…this is the true face of me. It's waxing, poetic and hilariously twisted propaganda along with philosophical drivel." Harry retorted as he grabbed his vibroblade.

"Chopper; have you got us in?" Sabine asked. Chopper bleeped, blooped and waved it's arms.

"Anyone speak rust bucket?" Zeb asked.

Dudley snorted "Probably means we're acting on old information and it's a trap."

It was at this point Ezra realised everything "You're giving me to Master Luminara Unduli! Why!"

"Because I can't teach you! I never completed my training, Master Luminara would be more than willing to complete my training and then train you…or complete my training so I might be to train you better."

Zeb turned to Harry and cocked his head "Did you see this? Know about this? Ambiguous, I know…I mean this argument."

"I saw them confronting one another…It's weird. I see scenes, moments in time, I only ever have two senses when I see things. Sight and feel; I tell my cousin; he breaks it down. I get high, to see and observe things in the future; it's like abstract art. It means everything and nothing. Very rarely do I get anything crystal clear."

"Crystal clear means somethings going to go down…How much warning can you give?"

"Seconds before it ensues."

"Karabast."

Harry chuckled, soon enough they had an idea of where the Jedi Master was located. Harry, vibrosword in hand, effortlessly cut his way through any of the Stormtroopers guarding the Master.

"He's using the Force, isn't he?" Sabine commented.

Kanan nodded "He's using it like a Spice Addict. It's painful to watch, he tries not to use it and suffers and when he uses it; the Force screams through him. He wouldn't survive the Jedi."

Dudley snorted "Kanan, word of warning…DO NOT bring that up to my cousin…And expect to live. In short; my cousin believes that when the Old Republic fell and during the Reformation, you shot yourselves in the foot. Harry will gladly take any means to debate philosophy and idiocy about the Jedi and the Sith."

By now they had reached the lower layers of the Prison, where Master Luminara was supposed to be kept. The Force Users descended alone, Harry stepping into the shadows and they skulked along, Kanan held his hand up "Harry; you've gone past it…Could you do me a favour?"

"What is it?"

"Get the door." Harry nodded, the Force Sensitive and the Padawan saw the thin white hand snake out and head towards the door. The moment the hand touched the door, Harry revealed himself his eyes glittering with madness and sorrow.

"We've just been played…I'm sorry for what you're about to see." With that Harry, opened the door. In a whoosh the door opened and it felt like they had stepped into a freezer. Kanan almost sank to his knees, Ezra's jaw dropped.

Inside the cell, on the prisoner bench was Luminara's head, hands and feet and on the left hand side of the cell was a carbonite copy of the Jedi Master "I have a very bad feeling about this." Ezra made his way over to the Carbonite casing, instead of it being fully sealed, it looked like as if it had been opened.

With a grunt and a heave the case opened revealing the rest of Luminara and what appeared to be a few other Jedi. "Funny, isn't it…How the force echo of a renowned Jedi Master can be such as effective trap." Came a honeyed voice from behind Harry.

Harry, jumped and he spun as a pale figure with glowing yellow eyes entered the cell. "Ah, Kanan Jarrus, Ezra Bridger and you…You feel like the one who stole the TIE Interceptor."

Harry remained stone-faced as he watched the newcomer and his entourage. Which were two more similarly dressed personal. Remained outside "Grand Inquisitor!" Hissed Kanan as he drew his lightsaber.

"Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition…Tell me Inquisitor what are your chief weapons?" The Inquisitor looked Harry oddly and drew his lightsaber.

"This and the Force."

Harry sighed "Evidently not a Python fan…Anyway Inquisitor, glad you could make it; My friend, his porg…don't ask and I…we're just checking out of Stygeon Prime."

Then the other two Inquisitors entered the cell and ignited their lightsabers and the male one activated the spin-function. "Okay, that's pretty cool. Can all of them do that? Or just yours?" Asked Harry, getting confused looks from all of them

The slender one, activated her saber and the spin-function "Do you ever shut up?"

"Depends on if I'm awake, or if you've got a decent sales pitch…One thing did you take the rotary parts for your lightsaber from a washing machine or a dishwasher?" The female Inquisitor who was facing Harry paused, cocked her head and that was the chance Harry needed. Harry drew the trapped Vibrosword, lashed out with the force catching her unaware and she was flung out of the cell and into the wall. Everyone stopped as a horrifying crack reverberated around the prison.

"M…m…as…ter…Help!" The female Inquisitor called as she tried to push herself onto her legs but her legs were not responding.

"Help is coming…to move you off this mortal coil." Harry whispered in her ear as he removed her head from her neck. "Help us! Please…Yes, we're the lightsaber. Please help us!" Harry reached out and summoned the lightsaber to him. "The things I do for sentients."

"Seventh Sister!" Yelled the thick set Inquisitor who had Ezra cornered.

"Can't come to the comms right now, she suffering from the status of 'lost-ones-headonitis.'" Harry called as he stalked back towards the cell. The Inquisitor turned only to find himself being reeled in, he gulped as he found himself eye-level with his yellow-eyed foe. As they made eye contact the Inquisitor realised that his foe didn't have any hatred or fear or any emotion towards them, it was something much worse. Dismissal, he felt nothing!

"What…are you." Rasped the Inquisitor to Harry, who casually snapped his legs, and chucked him down the corridor.

"Not concerned with ants." Harry turned to find the Grand Inquisitor watching him and Kanan and Ezra running away.

"Why do you not flee?" The Grand Inquisitor asked.

Harry smirked "I will, once I've done this." Before the Inquisitor could ask, Harry's hands sparked with green energy and electricity surged forth. Harry pulsed the electrical spell periodically before, turning and flat out sprinting to the turbo lift.

"Time to go…Time to go." Harry snapped as the lift opened on the floor they had entered. This time they saw more Stormtroopers entering, Harry reached down to his hip and pulled out the lightsaber, following the voices, which sounded as if they were crying out in pain, he activated the spin cycle and the blades. Then with perfect timing, launched the blade and it whirled through the air deflecting blaster and sundering armour and flesh.

The group charged outside to see no pickup "Harry, this is a bad time but what the fuck did you do? That looked like a Sith skill."