Rebels with a Cause

XIV

"Harry, this is a bad time but what the fuck did you do? That looked like a Sith skill."

"Yeah, Jarrus…no fucking Bantha Shit is it a bad time. I'll explain later, but right now…let's concentrate on getting out of here!" Harry growled as he dodged into a Stormtrooper and effectively turned him into a battering ram.

He finished with the Stormtrooper by crashing into a wall with an audible crack. A blaster bolt, passed by Harry's eyes temporarily blinding him. Harry responded by manipulating the oxygen and hydrogen around the Trooper and caused the excited molecules to ignite and cause him to catch fire.

Lightsaber and Vibrosword outstretched, Harry found himself facing what Dudley told him was AT-ST (All Terrain Scout Turret) or something. It was metal, metal conducted electricity and heat and well Harry was on fire…more than usual. With ease the lightsaber bit through the metal and as the Walker fell, Harry extended his senses and shoved. Harry, gasped as he was unaccustomed to such weight. Eventually as the Spectres made it onto the ledge, they saw the Scout fall out of site.

"Spectres, let's go!" Harry shouted as he launched himself towards the Phoenix and Charlie holding a harness on winch. Harry enjoyed the feeling of being suspended on nothing but a cable; same feeling whilst grabbing his cousin…not so much.

"Dudley…We've gotta shift you onto a different diet."

"I'll shift when you put some weight on."

Eventually Dudley and Harry were inside, Charlie jumped them to hyperspace and sent course of Lothal. "Harry, want to explain why you've come back with a Lightsaber and Yellow Eyes?" Charlee asked, not looking up from the Astrogation Computer.

Harry sighed "Back home 'Force Users', like myself we were known as 'Witches and Wizards' through the use of incantations and wand movements we manipulated the 'Force' as 'Magic'…Anyway light and dark side and I kinda went dark side a little bit, as a result Yellow Eyes. Also incredibly drained, some of the skills I used resemble 'Sith' skills."

Charlee got out of co-pilot seat, grabbed Harry by the hand and led him to the new kitchen area. The unfortunate thing about HWK-290's everything felt rather compact. When Charlie came through to the living area; he wasn't really surprised to find his sister occupied with Harry. Charlie, shrugged grabbed the joint that Harry had rolled and lit it.

"It's going to take a few hours."

Harry nodded "I'll pass, someone needs to remain sober to not ensure we burn up in a ball of fiery and unpleasant death. Burning flesh doesn't smell the best either." Harry replied.

Harry, looked at Charlee dead in the eyes and suddenly she watched as her new hopeful paramour to bee's eyes glaze over.

(Vision)

A young man in dark clothing, brown of hair, green of eye and pale skinned, chased by a red light with traces of purple. The boy, mounted a metallic looking mantis.

(End Vision)

Harry jerked awake, his swirling from green to yellow and back to green. "Cousin, you had a vision." Dudley was next to him in a flash.

"Dudley, red and purple light in pursuit of a young boy, brown hair and green eyes. Metal Mantis." Harry sagged backwards, Charlee threaded her arms around him and gently held him to her.

"Does he do that often?"

"More than I care to admit, less than you think." Harry murmured drowsily as he faded away into a peaceful slumber. Dudley's eyes widened.

"Charlee…Just, be careful and look after my cousin."

"I will. Just hope he won't shun me for having a kid…"

Dudley snorted "He won't care. He won't care about the previous, just as long he's the last."

"My sister…is nothing but loyal." Charlie commented idly causing his twin to give him a dirty look. Soon enough, they were alerted to beeping and the HWK-290 and the Ghost re-entered Lothal Space.

As they began to enter, they began to encounter some difficulties. In their attempts to de-Huttese the Light Freighter, they had unknowingly injured the life-span of the ship. It was currently in a well-worn conversation between Kyle Katarn and Jan Ors 'I thought you said this thing would get off the ground!' and 'It will. But after that, I'm not making any promises."

There was a splutter, spark and a muffled explosion as the ramp suddenly jettisoned downwards. Standing at the very edge of where the ramp hit the floor was an exceptionally unamused Kanan Jarrus.

"Harry, before you decide to try and pickle your liver, I want some answers."

Harry, who had got up as they touched down smirked at the former Padawan who did his best to glower back. "That glower isn't going to scare me, Caleb…What is it?"

Kanan gulped "How do you…"

"I'm a Seer, I see things. I record what I see and my cousin breaks it down. I then enjoy the gobsmacked and shocked expressions on your faces." Harry replied with a knowing smirk on his face.

Kanan bit back a snarl "Harry, you realise that some of your techniques back there resembled the Sith…I…want to know why. Why, you use such techniques and why you refuse to learn the way of the Jedi."

Harry snorted "They're not Sith, they're not dark. They merely are. Those so called 'Sith Techniques' also known as 'Dark Magic', they're techniques to be used if you have something called emotional support, good judgement and people you can rely on. I use them because; they're effective. Very effective in some cases and just now in Stygian Prime super effective. I've killed off an Inquisitor which is good news is it not? I've also caused one to doubt to his connection to the Dark Side when dealing with me and I've stolen one of their unique and fascinating spin-cycle lightsabers…Because I CAN. I'm helping you idiots out because I've seen what you ideological freedom fighters and day-to-day partisans become. I don't necessarily want to be part of it but since We've met you and the amount of fights, we've been in…I've come to realise, I like fighting because I'm fucking effective with it. As for not learning how to be a Jedi; not the current dogma you've been force-fed like the extremist religion pushers."

Kanan cocked his head "That a reference to something?"

"Genitalia and Religion, it's a very bad joke and set of jokes that are only really worth saying amongst trusted friends and those with less 'delicate sensitivities'." Kanan bristled at the implied insults.

"Will you at least allow me…"

"Nope. No. Not in a steaming pile of Loth Cat Shit of a chance am I going to be trained in the way of a monk brotherhood and martial arts. Not me, not my style. Anything else?"

"Can we trust you?"

Kanan suddenly found himself short of breath "You can distrust and dislike my motives, Caleb Dume. You can argue with me about my methods and mannerisms. You can even hate and dislike me. But know this all I have is my word, everything that I have ever done, could do and might ever do…you may not like how I do it or even like the short-term results but all I have is my word. Things are going to get bloody dark and fucking dangerous but for what will come afterwards will comfortably wash it away. All I want are those sunny days, all I've got left is my word once I've given you my word; nothing will let me break it."

With that Harry turned and left. Zeb, who had seen Kanan and Harry walk off had ambled slowly over to Harry "How'd it go?"

Harry snorted "Better than I expected and anticipated, but still pretty shit…Zeb, what do you honestly think of me?"

Zeb sighed "You're a good guy. Easily irritable, both from what I've heard about your visions and the fact you're dragged into situations you'd rather leave. You're loyal to a cause. A lot of fire and brimstone I believe the saying is and a paradox. You stand on the edge of history but don't want to be in it; you're in the spotlight but desire the shade. All in all interesting, fun to be with and someone I consider a friend."

Harry looked at the Lasat, tears in his eyes "Thanks. I've not exactly cried before, but…thanks." With that tears began to fall and Zeb watched as the grass of began to turn greener and re-populate.

"Harry, you okay?" This turned out to be one of the Zeltrons, Zeb slunk away.

Meanwhile, Ezra had been successfully recruited as a Stormtrooper Cadet.

As Harry and Charlee sat with former wrapping his arms around the latter in the cooling Lothal afternoon, watching their shadows grow Harry began slowly relax. This, this moment with the Zeltron in his arms…He wanted more of.