SW/HP crossover-Stirring the pot

Harry was well aware that he was old, he had outlived Ginny and his children and his grandchildren, and so forth until he had given up trying to keep track. Despite his years, Harry the 'beacon of light' Potter did not age. His body had seemingly frozen in his mid twenties, he couldn't even get his facial hair to grow beyond a neat moustache and short beard. He had a few theories, most revolving around the cumulative affects of basilisk venom, phoenix tears and subsequent exposure to a time turner, horcrux's and his mothers lingering protection against the killing curse. Throw in some serious dementor exposure, his own not insubstantial power and being the subject of prophecy for good measure. In short, his life had been a veritable hodge podge of rarely encountered powerful magics, most of which he really should not have had any business surviving in the first place, something or everything in there would certainly be the cause. It did mean however that the first 150 years after he'd discovered his unique condition bad been spent fending off every power hungry idiot that decided he'd have a go at the old dark lord routine. One of Harry's least fond memories of this time was when he'd literally pulled his body back together after it had been squished and splattered into a soup of blood and pulp from several hundred bludgers across a quidditch pitch. It had ruined his appreciation of quidditch ever since. Eventually the idiots got the idea, Harry Potter cannot die, there is no point in trying, it did mean that governments requested his presence for years at a time as a deterrent and sometimes an unwilling specimen.

After reaching 350 years old he decided to withdraw from the world, he had grown tired of seeing the world change and being harassed, magic eventually became psionics. The muggles after publicly 'detecting' magic in the early 2500's had labelled it as psionics. In the following 50 or so years they had all but subsumed the magical world. Psionic potentials or magicals as Harry still thought of them had become a highly prized and contensiously accepted part of the world. The direct result of this was wizards and witches going wandless due to lack of materials as most magical species vanished. Those unable to escape exposure had long since been hunted to extinction for the materials their bodies provided, or under the name of scientific study. To compensate for this the development of the mental arts and basic elementalism which soon became the staples and limits of 'Psionic' power progressed as magical creatures got scarcer. Harry had also gone wandless, but more due to time granting experience, a slow cultivation of his own power and a familiarity with how to wield his magic as opposed to any degeneration in power, knowledge or available materials. The disappearance of those magical creatures with sentience from the world was really the wholesale migration of entire species into ever isolationist conclaves, not that Harry could blame them after the muggles led by a self proclaimed (Harry thought it idiotic to claim such a lineage after several generations) descendant of Bill and Fleur Weasley by the name of Otarin Desleran had kidnapped a goblin and presented it to the international press in the late 2580's.

Needless to say the next decade had been bloody, the goblins had not taken it well and had in retaliation publicaly executed the journalist who had interviewed Otarin in his own news studio, broadcast live. The last Harry had heard was that the goblins had gone to ground, launching subterranean assaults across the globe using several goblin magic infused part dragon part machine monstrosities that had earned the name threshers from the human governments for what they did to people on the wrong end. The worlds human governments enacted a search, capture and destroy policy, the capture part was a thinly concealed excuse to use those captured as materials in an attempt to amplify the powers of psionics. The goblins, not to be outdone had commandeered several state of the art research facilities into energy and weaponry, as well as deploying what the humans called the harvest protocol. That is the goblins would actively strip land bare of all resources surrounding any human farm or industrial land. It was only escalating. Harry was sick of it, he would not at all be surprised if in the next few years either side employed last resort weapons.

Personally Harry was a wanted man, magicals or Psionics had been issued a standing order from every government around the world, bring Harry Potter in. Harry was under no illusions as to what they would probably do to him if they found him. His last outing 3 years ago had ended in a confrontation with a scientist and two magicals that had tried to dissect him in the middle of a village square located in what used to be south east Russia, and was now a part of the Asia Conglomerate. He'd taken a rather painful injuries from the high powered railgun they'd used to introduce themselves. Needless to say, he did not go quietly and the blood stains he'd left behind had been the only trace of his presence for the follow up team to find.

So one sick of the world Harry Potter who could not die, or at least stay dead decided to sleep and hopefully let the world forget him. He had everything ready, 50 years of active magic coupled with probably the last vial of the draught of living death on the planet should ensure a long time comatose. The metal cube he would inhabit had been etched from floor to ceiling with some rather special runes that would ensure nothing should penetrate or disturb what was inside. No one would be able to get in, firstly because no one was in on the secret courtesy of a fidelius performed over 150 years ago and he was located in a highly undesirable location, 2 miles under the earth dangerously close to a volcanic vent, that without magic would have caused him to roast in under 10 minutes. He knew this because he'd gotten drunk and wanted to find out if it would off him. Painful way to go until his nerves shorted out, he'd apparated or as the Psionics claimed teleported out, (something now impossible without technology) once he realised after the 3rd time his nerves had regrown then been promptly burnt out that he wasn't going to die.

So mind set, he began the process of gathering the magic he'd consciously been expending into his little sleeping chamber and feeding it into the dragon blood treated rune array that he'd etched using the last of his basilisk venom store. He stood in the centre of the array with the potion. "Bottoms up" were the last words Harry Potter would speak for a very, very long time.

Time Skip-A long way from home/Awakening

Undisclosed location

Darth Plagueis was obsessive over his studies of the living force, he was aware of this, he simply did not care that it distracted him from his apparent greater goal of conquest. His apprentice Darth Sidious simply did not understand that the force was everything and everything was therefore the force. Life and death, simply a continuum that he would understand, one day he would understand, then he would master it. He could already reverse death, after a fashion. He could pull the departed from the fabric of the force so long as they themselves had been powerful enough in life to leave themselves embedded in the force on their passing. It was pleasing, that most of those he had pulled and changed had been jedi, changing them in-particular into the mindless husks that shambled and raged at everything was indeed satisfying. Yet he couldn't yet return full life, yet. His researches had already enabled him to outlive 3 apprentices, once he had brought himself back from a lightsaber to the back, since he had been more careful and disposed of the others as soon as the discontent got out of hand. It wouldn't do to kill them too early, they had provided invaluable insight into the contrast of light vs dark side force usage not to mention they made acquiring samples so much easier. In this regard Sidious was turning out rather well, Wookies it seemed had caught his newest apprentices eye. All specimens were useful and a Wookie was resilent enough to be usable much longer than most other specimen types. Plagueis would allow Sidious his political games so long as he continued to serve, after all the ambition to rule the galaxy and annihilate the jedi was nothing compared to mastering both life and death.

Sidious or as known to the galaxy the galactic republic senator of Naboo Sheev Palpatine regarded his masters preoccupied form, he had been stealing his research for near 2 decades and it continued to impress him, both at the information within and his masters apparent power to be able to use it. He was jealous of that power, he hated his master for the difference between them, he had seen the results of his masters labours. The disappointing husks as his master called them had nearly killed him the first time he had engaged one. Pathetic his master had called him, unable to prevail against such a simple foe. To add to the insult, Plagueis had simply snapped his fingers and blasted the husk apart, Sidious had been blown into the wall and knocked out. He would not suffer this for much longer, his labours in the greater galaxy were paying off, and his mastery over the force was developing, soon he wouldn't need Plagueis, only his research, especially his notes on prolonging ones own lifespan. Besides, not everything that he found related to the mysteries of the force was sent to his master. Sometimes, Sidious thought, fighting the urge to reach for his lightsaber, his master forgot what it meant to be Sith.

Kashyyk

Sidious allowed himself to feel excited, he had been searching the surface of Kashyyk for the structure beneath him for nearly a decade. He had come across its trace quite by accident. He had noted that the wookies that lived far above, in the three villages in close proximity to this location had turned out over the generations a considerably greater number of force sensitive children than anywhere else on record. The jedi had searched the area, but found nothing. Even his master had given the site a cursory look through the records stolen from the jedi. He had not found anything either, or at least nothing to warrant a personal visit, but Sidious knew there was something here. It whispered to him, a faint sensation of presence, almost like the veil Sidious used to keep himself from being discovered, but maintained for so long in one spot that it had started to ever so slightly alter the world. Indeed if it wasn't for his own veil he doubted he would have noticed, fortunate for him that Plagueis did not bother to venture out of his labs. Scanners revealed nothing, just dirt, small lifeforms and further down bedrock. But Sidious wasn't looking just with his eyes, he could feel it, directly below him, that presence, it was like the faintest breeze, one that had even shaped the area around it. By Kashyyk standards the small 200 by 150 metre patch of bare ground was unusual. Sidious activated the drill droids he had shipped with him, they would dig until they hit something, then Sidious would have his answers and force willing an advantage.

Harry drifted, drifted for so long, restful and peaceful. No kings Cross, no Dumbledore to talk to, nothing. This was not death, just pure rest. He was not cold, he was not warm he felt nothing and wanted nothing. He knew through the connection in his mind that the magic was going strong and therefore the potion was working. He drifted, awareness of his own mind the only companion. Harry had expected to eventually succumb to his own loneliness, yet he only registered the word numb to describe his state of being. Twice he thought he felt something, one perhaps something in proximity to the wards, then gone. The other something probing and questing, looking in broad sweeps. Reflexively he tightened the obscuring wards, he was not ready to face the world, just a little longer. The third time came, similar to the second, a probing, questing presence, but more insistent, focused with a greater weight of will behind it. Harry did not know how he had been found, but the presence kept returning, the mental sensations of the will behind it the only sign he could identify of its presence. He kept the wards tight, did not allow anything to penetrate as he nudged it along away from himself. The fidelius was holding but not entirely, whatever the presence coming from above him was doing was sufficiently different that the fidelius was not 100% at keeping others from finding him. Interesting Harry thought, perhaps he should surface, the presence above was insistent, surprisingly strong in terms of will and whatever it was doing it registered closely but still different to Harry's experience of magic and even its altered Psionic forms. Exercising his control over the flow of his magic, Harry carefully and slowly cancelled the shielding he was providing to the remnants of the draught of living death in his system from the cocktail that was his blood. It would take perhaps half a day but he would be waking up soon, Harry was looking forward to experiencing physical stimuli again.

A response! Sidious had gotten a tangible response from whatever it was in the earth beneath him. An awareness had shifted and wrapped his force sense in a breathtaking amount of power. Then it had swept his force sense into a chaotic milieu of the life signatures all around him. After regaining his focus, he ordered the droids to drill faster, and then probed again. The response this time was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not even the wisps he had been chasing at the start. Frustrated Sidious focused deeply on the force then plunged his senses downwards, he would would not be intimidated. After a good 10 minutes of searching he found the trace, he redoubled his efforts and wrapped his power around it and followed it to its source. He was elated when his senses found purchase. There it was, a box that practically shone in the force, far too large to be a holocron. It was buried deep, Sidious estimated maybe 20 minutes for the droids to reach it. Sidious froze, in his excitement he had committed the greatest error he could possibly make. He had dropped his veil, there where always jedi on Kashyyk, they would come looking. Worse still, his master could have felt it, the only way to ensure his own survival would be to dispose of his master, the only thing in his favour would be if Plagueis was too engrossed in his experiments to register Sidious's mistake.

Physical feeling came slowly, to Harry, it started with itching as he registered the need to breath. Breathing was difficult to start, he had not done it for who knows how long. His lungs burned as his body started coming out of its induced stasis. Pain was next, and it slowly grew, his heart started beating, pushing blood. Everything throbbed to his increasingly fast heartbeat. Light assaulted him next, the glow from the runes was blinding even though Harry could remember the soft glow they gave off when he first activated them. Harry groaned and he instantly regretted it, his throat protested the flow of air. He was thirsty, he was hungry and he hurt, he was awake, and he was aware.

Harry needed water and food. He used his magic to solve the immediate problem, he dulled his senses with a charm that would fade over 10 minutes, conjured a cup and then filled it with conjured soup before drinking deeply. Temporarily satisfied Harry knew he would need to find real food and water or he would very quickly start to dehydrate. Banging and a strange sizzling noise came to Harry's hearing. Reaching out with his magic, Harry registered 3 presences, the one closest to him seemed to be trying to deliberately obscure his presence. This person or being felt remarkably similar to the more aggressive Psionics that Harry had come across, powerful but all about controlled aggression. The other two, much dimmer presences felt calmer, more passive in nature but currently they seemed to be in a state of flux, emotions of determination, anger and disbelief permeated their presences. Something wasn't quite right, the two calmer presences seemed to be jumping around like acrobats whilst the aggressive presence was doing something to the outside of his (creatively named) sleep room. Concentrating Harry pushed the wards beyond the boundaries of his rooms walls and was amused at the shock emanating from all 3 of the people outside as they where thrown away. Harry wanting to see outside of the room patted his robes down, then apparated to the new ward boundary away from the presences.

Emergence

The droids were too slow, he should have brought more, the jedi were closing in, he could feel them rapidly approaching. The droids had exposed the top of the large box, and were clearing away the earth around its sides. Whatever was inside, it was aware and it was rapidly growing in strength, the jedi undoubtedly could feel it. Letting his anger grow Sidious wrapped his veil around the box, he would not allow the jedi to profit from his efforts. He couldn't hide it, but he could at the very least make sure no one off planet below the most sensitive would sense it. Force damned jedi, always getting in the way at the least favourable moments. The sound of lightsabers being ignited drew his attention. The jedi were here and they were predictably demanding he surrender. Coiling his anger tightly and letting the force flow Sidious turned, and sent a blast of lightning at the interfering jedi. The younger, the padawan of the pair was blasted across the clearing whilst the older dodged then tried to rush him. Signalling the mining droids to attack Sidious ignited his own lightsaber and brought it down on the surface of the box. He would have its secrets, he would not be denied.

Kiffar Jedi knight Atrakan Meltheen had been momentarily thrown off balance by the surge of dark side force that had assaulted his senses. He had staggered in the middle of walking across a treetop walkway on his way to scout out possible force sensitives in the villages ahead. Fortunately he had the presence of mind to grab his human padawan, Sasheen before he keeled over the side. A Sith, one very close to his current position and one of obvious force strength. Abandoning his current mission Atrakan, still holding onto Sasheen bolted to the elevator that would take him to the forest surface. He had the presence of mind to activate his communicators emergency beacon with a simple message. "Sith on Kashyyk, I am engaging, send reinforcements". Atrakan briefly considered sending Sasheen away but against a Sith he would need at the very least a trustworthy witness. The elevator hit the ground and he used the force to accelerate his speed, due east he could sense a force presence. Not the Sith, nor a jedi, but something else entirely practically on top of where the Sith had been, indeed he could feel its force signature fluctuating, dimming against the rising dark side presence of the Sith, urging his padawan to greater speed they raced through the forest. He did not expect to find a dig site, mining droids littered the area. But what arrested his attention was the black cloaked figure, undoubtedly the Sith inspecting a large box like construct in the centre of the clearing. Igniting his lightsaber he was forced to jump out of the way as a wave of lightning spewed from the Siths fingers, Sasheen was not so lucky. Jumping from his crouched position Atrakan leapt for the Sith, hoping to buy his padawan time to recover.

The droids were poor combatants, their mining tools would normally crush a person with ease, that is a non force enhanced person without a lightsaber. Their industrial grade chassis parted beneath the blue lightsaber blade easily. Sidious briefly considered finishing the padawan but the knight was a more pressing concern. He could easily deal with the padawan but the knight would be something of a challenge, it didn't help matters his lightsaber was not even scratching the metal before him. Preparing himself for combat, Sidious was caught unawares when the awareness inside the box shifted. He had no time to brace himself as a wave of concussive force blasted from the box and flung everything and everyone into the tree line. Rolling to his feet Sidious immediately raced back to the box only to stagger back as an invisible wall stopped him in his tracks, it had felt like running into a block of ferrocrete. Summoning his lightsaber, he changed tack and charged the still recovering jedi knight. Red met blue with a hiss and sparks as they sought to overpower each other. Sidious was angry, his prize was currently compromised, he would need to leave soon before any message the jedi had sent reached Coruscant and his masters ears. Hate fuelling his strikes he drove the jedi away from the clearing into the trees. Only to have a green blade join the blue as the padawan rejoined his master. Growling, Sidious pushed both blades away and blasted at them both with lightning.

Atrakan was panicking despite his attempts to distance himself from the obvious surge of energy. He'd been blasted from the clearing in a wave of force. Now he was being pushed back by the onslaught of the Sith before him. He had no time to check on Sasheen, he could feel pain not his own through their bond but had no time to check. Swinging his blade in a broad horizontal arc, he forced the Sith to momentarily jump back. But before he could recentre himself the Sith was again on him. He could only hope to delay the Sith, the message was routed directly to Coruscant through Kashyyk's capital of Rwookrrorro. The Republic embassy there would contact the wookies and they would send immediate help. Straining against the Sith, Atrakan smiled as a green blade joined his, Sasheen was alright then. This momentary advantage was shattered as the Sith disengaged and blasted lightning from point blank range. Atrakan was consumed by pain as he was again thrown backwards. The last thing he saw was a sneering human face and a red blur before the world went dark.

Sidious let his hatred and fury propel him to the downed knight, and brought his blade straight down and through the Jedis head. Kicking the body away he turned and backhanded the padawn who had been blindly charging him from behind. Jedi, he thought, weaklings. Sidious advanced on the shaking padawan, red blade hammering down on him. Sidious did not need finesse here, the padawan was desperate and obviously sloppy in his attempts to defend himself. He pushed the padawan back, a right slash batted his block down, a left upwards stroke cleaved the handle of the lightsaber in half, the return swing took his arm at the elbow. Sidious smiled, dismantling a jedi, even a padawan was satisfying. The padawan was breathing heavily, clutching his cauterised arm in shock as he knelt in the dirt. Sidious brought his blade down and hit earth, the boy had flung himself backwards and away, stubborn child. Advancing slowly Sidious realised he'd re-entered the clearing and subsequently cornered the child. The invisible barrier that he himself had run into had cut of the padawans retreat. Raising his blade again, he brought the killing blow down. This time he did not miss. As the padawans body slumped and slid down the barrier, Sidious became aware that he was being watched, the awareness weighed on him. Facing the box Sidious was prepared for the pulse of power this time, he was not however prepared to see the box liquefy. Sidious watched warily as the liquid fountained. He was astounded when from out of the fountain stepped a young human male in strange clothes.

Meeting and disagreeing

Harry was now whole in himself, he could hear, taste, touch, smell and feel without being overwhelmed. He knew that outside of his room that one of the presences had died, the two others in combat with a clear advantage to Mr aggressive. He did not particularly mind, Harry had been around death for a long time. What did concern him was what was going to happen as soon as he emerged. He had no desire to be brought into the fight happening outside hence the extension of the ward line. It was admittedly amusing when he'd sent everyone flying, what he had not expected to feel was several other impacts, he hadn't registered anyone else and he was pretty confident in his skills at sensing. Well no time like the present, Harry activated the folding procedure for the room, no point in leaving it around for just anyone to find. Just as the walls started to liquefy Harry registered the death of another person, this time directly on his wards. Well, Harry hoped Mr aggressive had a good reason or Harry's current non-involvement policy might just go out the window. Killing someone effectively on top of another persons doorstop was not a good way to go about a civilised exchange. Natural light assaulted Harry's eyes as he stepped through the fluid surrounding him. Trees, giant trees, Harry was standing in a forest clearing with the largest trees he had ever seen surrounding him, they very nearly blotted out the sun, they were the size of skyscrapers and looked to be nearly as wide. Refocusing on his immediate surroundings Harry looked over who he could only assume was Mr aggressive. Black outfit with shadowy hood, check, standing over a body of someone in a much more neutral colour scheme that looked like a child, holding a presumably weapon of red light and practically oozing a sense of anger mixed with hatred. Harry sighed, figures that first contact would be with what was evidently not a poster child for all things warm and fuzzy. Well he had wanted different, at least his surroundings supported that idea. Now to try and find out what was going on, then he'd see about vivisecting the child killer.

Sidious did not know how to proceed, he had half expected to find a sarcophagus of some ancient Sith lord, or perhaps a force imbued repository, not a living person. Disconcertingly he could no longer feel anything with his force senses relating to what was just before him. The box was gone, the barrier was still there even though he couldn't sense it, the body below him was resting against thin air otherwise. Before the power had been intoxicating, now it was absent, as if it hadn't existed to begin with. Tightening his grip on his lightsaber, Sidious took stock. He could not initiate conflict with this man, the barrier prevented it, not to mention the power he assumed belonged to this stranger. Well he wasn't a successful politician for nothing, diplomacy would be better here. Adopting a deferential posture Sidious deactivated his lightsaber and allowed senator Palpatine to take over. Gesturing at the body on the ground, Palpatine initiated dialogue. "Greetings, I apologise for any disturbance I may have caused with this, I am afraid I was forced to defend myself and hope you do not hold this against me."

Interesting, Harry thought. Mr aggressive had done an apparent 180 in personality, from the tone of the words he was being very polite whilst indicating a degree of trust by turning his light beam off. He didn't however understand what the man had said, not to mention the body at his feet. Well lets start with the basics then. Pointing at himself Harry replied with a "Harry", pointing at Mr aggressive he waited, then pointed back at himself and repeated "Harry." It took a few tries of this before the other man cottoned on. He replied with "Darth Sidious". Neither first or surname registered in Harry's memory, entirely new language, clothing type and technology if that light beam was anything to go by. Lets try to find some things out. Pointing to the body, Harry raised an eyebrow. Darth Sidious looked down and with what Harry thought was anger colouring his voice responded with a flat "jedi." Harry held his hand up and started summoning things from around him. He repeated this until he'd gotten to the head of a robot, robots when he had last seen them had been clunky things resembling giant arms or part of a human controlled apparatus. This seemed to be an autonomous humanoid robot, or 'droid' if the word Darth kept using was correct. Harry shifted his focus back to him as he started tapping on the ward line, he was getting impatient, and angry again. Remarkable self control really, the man had yet to make any moves against him, though the wards would have rendered that moot anyway. Extending his senses, Harry felt several presences approaching at speed, perhaps more jedi then? That would explain Darth's anxiety. Harry still didn't know what the beef between Darth and the jedi was. What he did know was that he should probably get a better grip of the world around him, its language before proceeding and see about bringing the man to someone who would care that he'd killed a kid.

Sidious was getting agitated, he could sense several beings rapidly closing in on his position and the stranger, 'Harry' apparently did not speak basic, and even seemed surprised at finding a droids head. He needed to take this 'Harry' away before he was found and forced to slaughter more people to maintain his cover. Reaching out he tapped the barrier, this got an immediate reaction from the man. Beckoning him over, Sidious was fighting the urge to simply start smashing at the barrier with his lightning. This 'Harry' had closed his eyes, and with a strange feeling of wind flowing around him his hand went through the barrier and the body of the padawan dropped completely to the ground. It was then that Sidious realised a problem, the beings approaching were between them and the only elevator back up for 20 clicks. Sidious transport was in a hidden hangar disguised within a power distribution centre. Gesturing with more energy and urgency Sidious tried to lead 'Harry' away, whilst lacing his veil across the both of them.

Personal Boundaries and teddy bears

Harry did not appreciate what Darth was doing, trying to smother his magical aura with his own was considered incredibly invasive and in some cases an attempt at subjugation. Harry flexed his own magic as a warning to the man, breaking the miasma that he was wrapping around him with ease. Harry Potter was not someone you tried to control. Darth recoiled at this and went for his light beam. Harry would have none of it, he had dropped the wards in good faith hoping Darth would go easily, now he would demonstrate just why he wasn't to be taken lightly. Cupping his hands Harry focused forming a small ball of yellow light between his palms. Thrusting his hands forward he let loose a concentrated incendio, the flames burst around Darth who jumped clear with astonishment clearly evident in his presence. Harry was surprised when in a burst of speed Darth closed the distance and sliced at him with his light beam. Harry reacted too slowly and staggered back in disbelief, looking at where his hand used to be. Harry had had enough, with a growl he threw a point blank blasting hex at the man and watched as after a moment of struggling against the momentum it was deflected to the side by the crimson light beam. Following up Harry cast a chain that comprised of a liberal amount of bombarda's, piercers and reductos. He was annoyed when Darth either deflected them or dodged out of the way, it did however make him back off. Darth returned with a wave of lightning which Harry promptly conjured an earthen wall to stop. Time to get creative, thought Harry. Slamming his hand to the ground it started to rumble, then large earthen hands rose out of the ground and his makeshift wall to grab at his opponent. Darth quickly used his light beam to cut the hands apart. Snapping his fingers Harry watched dispassionately as the hands exploded, sending Darth flying, the follow up overpowered peircer was caught on the mans light beam but he was struggling against the force of the spell. It partially succeeded, Harry had to give some grudging respect to the man, he had managed to deflect most of the piercer but had still wound up with a deep gash to the side of his abdomen.

Harry summoned his dismembered hand and held it to the appendage it had been severed from, with a small burst of concentrated magic his hand had reattached itself. It was then that Harry felt a shift in the man. He was channelling his energy to his wound and legs. Realising that the man was about to run, Harry made to stun him. Only to be stopped by a bright green bolt of energy zooming past his head. When the spots in his vision cleared, Darth had scarpered and there where several very tall, very muscular, what looked to be teddy bears with what Harry assumed to be guns levelled at him. Harry smiled at them and tried a tentative hello with a wave. The tallest of the group growl yelled something at him, Harry stood there unsure what to do. The giant gun toting teddy bears advanced slowly, Harry kept smiling, hoping to come across as friendly, well this was different.

Sidious was ready to kill something, anything, he had been so close but then the stranger 'Harry' had thrown everything to the bantha shit heap. He'd managed to get back to his ship after hijacking a speeder, and nearly had to crawl into the bacta tank his storage area housed. The fight between them would have tipped Plagueis off, there was no way he wouldn't have noticed power like 'Harry' was throwing around even in his labs. Sidious didn't doubt that even the Jedi would have felt it, Yoda and Windu sprang to mind instantly. Sidious needed to disappear, unfortunately Palpatine couldn't. He had one chance to stay alive, kill Plagueis and live as Palpatine. Sidious fervently hoped that 'Harry' had not seen beneath his hood, he always kept a shroud over the top half of his face, but the fact that he was still alive promised the possibility of being compromised, Palpatine was hardly a private figure after all. Sidious had a plan for Plagueis, he would tell his master about 'Harry', that trick with his hand would arouse Plagueis interest intensely. It would give him a small amount of time to implement one of his riskier plans for disposing of his master, if it didn't work, well he was dead anyway. Giving commands to the pilot droid the ship exited the hangar. It was the work of a minute to transmit the security codes he'd used to land in the first place to his ever so helpful piratical acquaintances, he could still salvage something from this. With a pained hiss, Sidious allowed the med droid to administer sedatives as he floated in the bacta tank, he would be seeing 'Harry' again and he would kill him, painfully.

Harry found himself liking the teddy's, he still didn't know what they where called. They had given him some food and what he presumed to be water as soon as they heard his stomach grumble. They had however cuffed his hands together and there was always a gun pointing at him, understandable really after what he'd just seen not to mention the bodies being carried by them. He was currently riding an elevator in the middle of a tree, and if that wasn't mind boggling enough he had noticed the tree was humming with power. A effective biological power plant that formed the basis for the teddy's homes. Reaching the top of the elevator his guard, nudged him forward, surprisingly gentle for such a large being but still not to argued with. What followed was a long walk to a large platform with hovering vehicles, some of them seemed o be partly made of wood. It was into one of these that he was ushered into, and with a humming whining noise they where flying. Harry had honestly missed flying, he promised himself he would learn how to fly one of these one day, nothing would keep out of the sky for long now that he was back in society away from any who could recognise him. Looking around he was stunned to see that the forest, stretched from Horizon to Horizon, nothing but trees as far as the eye could see. The flight took maybe an hour in Harry's estimation, the landscape was still trees but to his right he could also see a large body of water, a sea perhaps. Every time Harry moved his guards would shift, keeping their guns pointed at him. Leaning back Harry continued to look out the side of the vehicle, in the distance, a set of trees larger than those in the forest below jutted out of the canopy and around them he could make out several dozen specks that as he got closer turned into more flying vehicles. What caused Harry to grin with excitement was that some of the larger vehicles where going straight up.

Yoda came out of his meditations, he had sensed great power, its absence and then its return in sporadic bursts. All the while he could also sense a dark presence, undoubtedly Sith. Kashyyk it seemed had extremely momentous goings on. This was corroborated by the emergency transmission from Knight Attrakan Meltheen that came through not minutes later. Yoda gave orders to make his personal shuttle ready. Whatever it was, the source of the power, he could only hope that the Sith was stopped before it fell into their hands. The council would cope without him for awhile.

Questions, some answers and a little patience.

Rwookrrorro, strange name for a city, Harry thought after an embarrassing few minutes trying to get his guards to tell him where he was with lots of pointing. Well perhaps not strange considering how his hosts seemed to speak in growls, yells and grunts. He had been paired off with a droid, a spindly looking thing that every few seconds would say something that Harry had no idea as to what it meant. He had tried to introduce himself but the closest the droid had come to something he could understand sounded suspiciously like latrine. Harry had taken up the challenge and was trying to say hello in as many languages as he could remember, Japanese, German, French, Spanish, Greek even a half hearted aloha made it in to his attempts. His current entourage consisted of two of the teddy's or Wookies as they had pointed to themselves and growled out, and a human woman in a uniform that kept looking between him and the droid, probably for some sign of understanding. It was getting annoying for Harry, he'd even whistled at the droid and it had whistled straight back causing the woman to sit up straight with an eager expression, followed by a short dialogue and more whistling. The disappointment was easy to read as the woman slumped back down into her chair.

Well only one language left, wonder if snakes made it, Harry wondered. "Hello?" Harry tried. The Droid responded immediately. "Hello, I am C3 D9, interspecies speaking metal man. Tongue designated Wyrm." Harry was astonished and noticed the woman cautiously sitting up with interest and the Wookies also leaning in. "Wyrm speech? What do you mean, and why are you speaking like that?" Harry inquired. The droid responded with "Wyrm speech, instinctive tongue to many reptilian species, often known to native speakers as the one true tongue. Tongue is not conducive to adequate descriptions of myself or objects made by traditional non-speakers." "Ok, what is going on?" Harry asked snorting at the true tongue comment. The droid responded with, "You were found on forest surface, evidence of two dead... magic, users and signs of fighting with a third. You have been brought here to answer questions about what happened." The woman at this point was leaning over the table, and said something to the droid., the droid responded, the woman frowned then said something else. The droid turned back to Harry "Query, who are you?"

Jania Comarila, Republic police officer had been having another uneventful peaceful day on Kashyyk. That is until a jedi priority emergency transmission originating from a village 70 klicks south of the capitol had sent the office into dissaray. The communications tech had forwarded the message to Coruscant, and a security team had been dispatched. The Wookies that comprised the security team had left in a hurry. The office had then rapidly settled, she had then proceeded to prep an interrogation room, notified the medbay for possible casualties and put a protocol droid on standby, if any of the Wookies got hurt, it would be needed. She did not expect to be sitting for near to an hour watching the droid and a young human male failing to communicate. So far only a brief whistling match had garnered any sort of success. She could tell the Wookies beside her were amused rather than bored but she was getting frustrated, she needed to get somewhere, the office commander had told her that the legendary Jedi grand master Yoda was personally coming and the last thing she needed was to screw this up.

Squawks, slurping, growling even a few snorts had passed from the droid to the young looking male, who she had to give some credit had apparently persevered in his own attempts to communicate. The male had reclined in his own chair also looking frustrated not that she could blame him, what she wouldn't give for one of the adaptive first contact protocol droids. She was just about to accept that they were getting nowhere when the male started hissing at the droid and the droid hissed back!. Sitting up straight she watched the two exchange a short burst of hisses. Leaning across the table she asked the droid "What language is he speaking and what did he just say?" The droid responded with, "the subject is speaking fluent Wyrmspeech to a degree greater than this units own programmed knowledge. This is an instinctual language to numerous reptilian species with no recorded instances of use from biologicals outside of said species, subject has asked what is happening. I have informed him of why he is here" Jania frowned at this, at least she could communicate with him now, "ask him who he is."

It took perhaps 30 minutes by Harry's reckoning once they started talking. The droid kept pausing and starting its sentences, he got the feeling that the language itself was rather deficient in some areas. The woman in the uniform had been asking a lot of questions, particularly about the one he'd fought. She kept referring to the man he'd fought as Sith, and the other two as Jedi, apparently this was supposed to get a response from him. He'd tried to tell her he was a wizard, but couldn't be sure he'd gotten his point across very well if the 5 minute back and forth over that particular phrase was any indication. The demonstration of making his chair levitate had taken them back to the droid claiming he was a Jedi, well, once the Wookies lowered their weapons. So far he'd been treated alright, they'd even given him a drink that smelled and tasted a bit like coffee, he was however quite sure that the two Wookies would disagree if he tried to leave. Fortunately, he had been able to confirm several things, yes this was the planet Kashyyk, apparently space travel was very common and there was even a government that controlled most of the known systems called the republic, which Kashyyk belonged to. He got what sounded suspiciously like a laugh from one of the Wookies when the droid translated his query as to if he was being detained. The woman, officer Comarila had through the droid said they were waiting for someone who would decide just that, another Jedi called Yoda. It was at this point that what sounded like an air raid siren came on.

Big, green and highly flammable

The explosion took everyone by surprise, one moment they were doing the back and forth with the droid then whoomph, everyone's on the floor and people started yelling. The Wookies recovered quickly and Harry saw one pick up a stunned officer Comarila with one hand, Harry waved the other one off as it tried to pick him up too. Another explosion, this one closer rocked the room and the Wookies ushered him out. People, of all descriptions, Wookies, humans and several that Harry couldn't identify were scrambling around. A dozen armed Wookies came hurtling down the corridor in the direction of the entrance. It was then the third explosion hit.

Several died immediately, part of the ceiling and adjacent wall of the exit had disappeared in an inferno. It was the work of the moment for Harry to deflect the growing fireball but he was not fast enough to prevent casualties. Through the hole in the ceiling Harry could see just what was assaulting them. 3 ships, each maybe a kilometre long and several hundred metres wide was raining green and red light on the city. They were ugly, blocky looking things, covered in rows of thin spines and protrusions. Several smaller craft where coming from each and looked to be landing in the city. From the noises further into the city it seemed the Wookies had already mounted a defence, Harry unable to resist made towards it.

Yoda was in orbit, currently sitting on the bridge of a republic consular class cruiser watching the events unfolding below. Trandoshan slavers, their presence, not to mention their timing was highly suspicious, the vessel he was on would be unable to run interference due to its lack of armament and he would not risk a drop pod into the middle of an active fight. Yoda was therefore forced to watch as the Wookies were once again harried and all he could do was dispatch a message to republic security forces and hope for their swift arrival. If he could only get to ground safely he could assist directly. Turning to the pilots he told them to patch him through to the Wookies command centre, maybe they could get him to ground. Then maybe, he could get to the bottom o what was happening on Kashyyk.

Harry was levitating an unconscious Wookie child out of the debris that once was a vehicle and away from the body of what was presumably its parent, when he came under fire. Quickly generating a shield to stop the red beams of light from hitting, he was surprised to find that his assailants were yellow green reptilian looking things that moved in an odd bowlegged gait. They were also much larger than any of the humans he'd come across so far. They hollered at him and kept shooting, using one hand to hold a shield over the child, he used his other to send several cutting curses their way. He got two, one straight down the middle and another he clipped on the arm. They bled yellow, go figure. Far from deterring them the remainder shrieked at him and started charging, wielding crude looking blades. Harry managed to blow another to pieces with a bombarda and drop another with a piercer to the head. Then the remaining 3 were on him. Extending the shield onto his person Harry pumped more power into it to stop the physical attacks from landing. He petrified the one straight infront of him, but was slammed into the side of the building next to him by being tackled. The shield prevented any serious harm but it didn't stop him from being smacked around. The last two thinking he was out made towards the child. Harry's growl stopped them in their tracks, and the subsequent fire storm that engulfed them, reduced them to ash. Harry stared, apparently whatever these things where, they were highly flammable. Surprise turned to a wicked smile, Harry could do fire.

If Harry needed any more proof as to the flammability of the reptile men, he had accumulated plenty of supporting evidence. He'd taken to using bursts of fire to put down any of them he came across, all the while steadily making his way to where the sounds of battle where greatest. After seeing several of the invaders with crude pole-arms with nooses on the end dragging a struggling Wookie down a street, he wasn't feeling very charitable. His subsequent intervention had gained him said Wookie following him around, the benefit of this was the Wookie was directing him. 6 streets later he entered what looked to be a large square, crawling with Wookies and lizard people all shooting at each other. Harry's Wookie guide took off towards the closest group of Wookies and promptly joined in after being thrown a weapon. Time to get seriously invested Harry mused. He knew several wide range flame spells but seeing as there was no real cohesive battle lines, most of them would risk the Wookies. Fiendfyre would do very nicely, after nearly a century dedicated solely to developing his control, it would pose the least risk to the Wookies whilst making sure the lizards would not escape. Breathing deeply, then exhaling Harry centred himself and let his magic flow, "fiendyre" he breathed.

It started as a small tongue of yellow flame, it lazily drifted to the closest group of Trandoshans and near snakelike it wrapped around one. Then it squeezed the Trandoshan who screamed and flailed, soon there was a pillar of fire in place of a Trandoshan. The flames shot out in several tendrils this time, seeking new targets. Every Trandoshan that erupted into flame gave rise to more tendrils. The streams of flame twisted across each other, growing in size and taking on form. Birds, serpents, lions and demons came from the rapidly spreading inferno, engulfing Trandoshans and skirting the edges of the Wookies positions. The Trandoshans were screaming in fear, trying to run. The Wookies where lying prone behind whatever cover they could find. The flames roared and swirled, turning the few weapon emplacements into slag. The last Trandoshan died in a burst of flame. Then the fire coalesced into a towering giant, wings of flame spanned the entire courtyard, a long flickering tail swayed above the heads of the Wookies, attached to a large body and serpentine neck that was in turn attached to a head of flame that regarded the human who had conjured it in fury. With a hiss the head lunged, and then dispersed in a spray of sparks. The headless body of flame faltered, then began to dissolve away into nothing. Stunned silence was all that was left as the Wookies slowly stood and turned to look up at the sky, fearing the flame would return.

Yoda staggered and clutched tightly at his cane, the sporadic bursts of force power had turned into a blazing supernova across his senses. He'd never felt anything like it in such a contained controlled manner, the sheer anger and hate had left him feeling numb, but the will that tethered and controlled it was what he was worried about. He'd seen a towering creature made of flame crouching over the central plaza with his own eyes, not a vision but first hand from the ship as it descended. The powerful presence flexed and then vanished as soon as the creature disappeared. Whatever this thing was, Yoda hoped it would not be used against the Wookies. Yoda made himself ready to greet the Wookies, they had cleared a landing site and he would be reaching planetside in minutes.

Taking the fight to the enemy.

He'd scared the wookies, unsurprising really, you'd expect to be looked at fearfully after conjuring a giant creature of flame. They where cautious of him now, many were even keeping him in their weapon sights. The others were carefully moving around the battlesite in a search pattern, pulling wounded and dead from wherever they had fallen and out of the open plaza. He was uncertain what to make of the wookie whom he had saved attempting to get the others to lower their weapons, it would seem he'd won at least one friend. Turning his attention skyward, Harry contemplated what to do with the ships still up there. Fire worked wonders on the reptilian looking species but he had no idea what would even dent something like what was hovering above. He was forcibly snapped out of his musings as he was grabbed for the second time today by a very furry, very large and very very strong hand and pulled. Once he got his focus back Harry was in a very tight hug with his newest friend who was growling at the other wookies, or more notably the newly arrived contingent of wookies all in what could pass as heavy armour, with what looked suspiciously like a rather old and green house elf in their midst. It was then that the plaza erupted into more gunfire.

Harry managed to escape his friends crushing embrace with a somewhat sloppy and on reflection ill advised apparition, the resulting bang of his reappearance caused several of the wookies to start firing at him. Protecting himself with a hastily cast protego Harry took stock of the new situation. The wookies were shooting at him, probably startled at his apparition, he could deal with that once they calmed down. The lizards where back in force and packing what looked like some far more serious firepower if the assortment of barely flying vehicles where anything to go by, and already gunning down anyone out of cover. To top it off there was a green blur leaving behind neatly severed bits of lizard and reflecting any of the projectiles that made contact. Casting a calming charm on his new wookie friend who was trying to re-engulf him Harry made his decision. The lizards had three ships, each ship probably already contained captured wookies, freeing them should get the wookies to like him as a whole. Siding with the lizards was out, Harry simply couldn't stand anyone who had slaver written all over them. Laying his hand on his new friends arm Harry focused on the ship directly above, there was a transport just leaving it and he could make out several of the lizards on its top, an open air vehicle, perfect.

Sheeottuwl was having a surreal experience. First the trandoshans had attacked, not in of itself strange but being saved from one of their raiding parties by a strangely dressed human was. Resolving to help the human Sheeottuwl had led him to the plaza to try and get some assistance. He hadn't expected the plaza to be a battlezone but had not complained about the bowcaster he'd been given or the chance to show the trandoshans a bit of wookie hospitality. He'd just been given the weapon when the trandoshans had started to catch fire. The first few had died slowly and he'd had time to ask who was using incendiaries before the day got really weird. The fire had seemingly taken on a mind of its own and had started jumping to more and more of the lizards, culminating in a great creature of flame that had towered over the plaza, more than one wookie had tried to shoot it. The fact that the human he'd been escorting was the one to make it vanish had resulted in every wookie that had seen openly stare at him. What followed was a rather intense series of arguments in trying to get his fellows not to shoot the human. Now however he'd given up trying to keep track of what was happening, he was feeling calm, nothing much was wrong with anything, he had been shoved through an extremely unpleasant tube but that was okay. He was standing in the midst of several shocked trandoshans in the air on a transport but that was also okay. The human turned to him and gestured, his sense came back in force. The resulting roar shook the transport as he hurled himself at the lizards.

Harry was quite impressed with the violence before him, though lifting an active calming charm could cause unpredictable behaviour in high stress situations, this was still impressive. The lizards were fast disappearing under the Wookies onslaught. Harry winced as one was dropped minus most of its head as the Wookie began smacking another over the head with an arm liberated from a previous lizard. Even in his extensive life he'd never seen someone beaten to death with an appendage before. He'd have to clean the green splatter off of himself later. For now he had a ship still to board. Carefully casting a weak expulso he swept the corpses off the vessel. The Wookie seemed to pre-empt his intentions as it snatched the lizard operating the controls and hurled it over the side before promptly taking over. The transport slowly turned around and made its way back to were it had come from. Taking careful aim, Harry busied himself with torching the remaining transports he could see and keeping an eye on the vessel they were approaching. The growl from the Wookie was all the warning he got as the transport lurched, nearly sending him over the side. The large vessel above had started firing on them. Bolts of energy nearly the size of Harry himself were streaking through the air as some of the smaller turrets started tracking them. Thrusting his arm as if it held a spear, Harry let loose with a blasting hex. A green opaque light bloomed from above the turret he'd been aiming for and blocked the hex with a dong, before disappearing with a ripple. A few stopped hex's later and Harry realised the vessel had a shield, the damn thing had a shield. Switching to piercers, the shield flared and stayed visible for longer but still held, all the while the Wookie was swerving and tilting the vessel like mad to escape the return fire. Harry applied a sticking charm to his feet, erected a protego maxima and considered what to do. The Wookie was yelling at him, the vessel above was still shooting at them and more transports were being launched, the only good thing was they were making steady progress towards the launch point. The shield was obviously one way, penetrating it would take an unknown level of power. He'd simply have to get behind the shield and figure out how to overpower it later. Sighing, Harry really hoped that the energy field of the shield didn't stop apparition, otherwise this was going to hurt, a lot.

Trandoshans were falling across the plaza, not to fire this time but a green blur that left behind neatly bisected bodies in its wake. The blur was considering the day even as it negligently deflected the few blaster bolts that would have connected. Yoda was relieved, Republic security forces had arrived in system, now it was only a matter of time before the trandoshans were forced to either flee or face imprisonment. The Wookies, superb fighters though they were, were now, and always had been relatively easy pickings for coordinated slaver raids. This was not the first time, second or third time Yoda had intervened on behalf of the Wookies relating to slavers. Each of the times he had petitioned for the planet to establish a proper millitary presence but the Republic never agreed, and the Wookies themselves were far to prideful to accept. Dismissing the thoughts Yoda turned his attention skyward, the newcomer was up there. Still wielding the force in ways that confused his senses. He'd tried to prevent the Wookies from firing on the man when he pulled his little disappearing and reappearing trick, but had been forced to engage the returning trandoshan assault. The man had positively radiated with force power, but had also seemed to have something else interwoven with it, whatever it was the only words Yoda could use to describe it were old and primal. Trandoshan transports, warped beyond recognition were falling across the city, bodies of their unfortunate passengers in tow, the work of the newcomer no doubt. There would be a long discussion between them later but for now he had people to protect, Yoda focused on his body using the force to increase his speed even further as he continued to slice his way through trandoshans, he was closing on what appeared to be the field commander.

Happy landings

He was right, it hurt, a lot. He'd materialised on top of the vessel just above the hangar and had promptly collapsed heaving. The energy field had not been easy to get through, but unlike a ward he'd felt as if he'd been drowning in molasses rather than simply repulsed. After taking a moment to adjust and regain his feet, he looked for the transport he'd just vacated. There, franticly bobbing up and down in the air was the transport he'd just vacated trying to get closer to the hangar entry whilst dodging energy blasts. He was behind the shield, time to give his friend a little aid, lets see how strong the armour is. Spying the turret he'd been trying to disable before, he let loose with another blasting hex. This time the turret crumpled, before something inside it ignited, ejecting the turret from its housing with an explosion that sent a shudder through the metal under his feet. Smiling Harry went after the others in sight. By the time he'd cleared the immediate area the transport had made it through. Turning his attention downwards Harry let loose with a series of piercing curses, the first dented the metal, pumping more power into it the second caused some noticeable groaning from the metal. Throwing as much power as he could into the third, it went clean through the metal casing and straight down. Harry willed the disturbed metal to peel back, overcoming its resistance with a significant portion of his power it squealed as it parted. Harry jumped in, sending a blasting hex downwards for good measure.

Sheeottuwl was seriously regretting helping the human, it had done something to him that had messed up his head, taken him into the middle of the trandoshan forces without backup or a weapon and made it so that he was forced to land, alone, in one of their ships. He'd made into the hangar easyily enough when the turrets tracking him had detonated, no doubt courtesy of something the human had done. Landing the transport was proving more difficult however, the trandoshans were in the process of launching another transport, packed with the slavers as he'd entered. Disengaging the drive, directly above the leaving transport, Sheeottuwl amended his earlier thoughts. He still thought this was all the humans fault, but the sound of trandoshans screaming and then the splat as his transport landed ontop off the other was satisfying enough to delay any ideas of showing his displeasure. Abandoning the cockpit, Sheeottuwl leaped from the transport as soon as it and its unfortunate partner hit the floor. Now to find a weapon and hope he'd survive long enough for the human to do something nuts again. Running for the cover of several storage containers, Sheeottuwl had to leap out of the way as a thin beam of white light appeared in front of him. Making it to the cover, his sensitive ears made out the noises of metal being stressed to the breaking point, before the portion of ceiling not far from his position exploded in a boom, sending shards of metal spraying over the room and sending a ventilation shaft crashing to the ground. After everything that had happened lately, Sheeottuwl was honestly unsurprised to see the human literally float from the ceiling, strange clothes flaring around him. The trandoshans however were, and it was this that cost one of them his head, and his weapon. Sheeottuwl was ready, with any luck the human wasn't done with whatever force power he was throwing around. This thought turned to concern when the human summoned a weapon.

His friend was ok, good, and had acquired a weapon even better. Harry was starting to tire, the day's use of his magic was starting to wear on him, especially as he'd been using extremely powerful versions of spells since the attack on the city began. Fortunately, he was back to engaging the lizards directly, much easier than tearing a hole in a spaceships roof. Cancelling his arresto momentum, he allowed himself to drop the last foot to the ground. The wookie started shooting, catching two of the lizards unawares, prompting the start of a firefight. Summoning a duplicate of the weapon the wookie was using, Harry apparated to the wookies position erected a shield, and started trying to work out how the thing worked. One derisive snort later from his friend saw his new gun plucked from his hands and the wookies dumped in his. A few sharp movements later and the wookie was back to shooting. Promising himself to do something embarrassing to his friend later, Harry lined up a shot and squeezed the trigger. The recoil was on par with a rifle from his memories, but the projectile was one of the red light beams he'd been seeing everywhere. He missed, the beam sputtered and made a scorch mark several feet from where he'd been aiming. Another snort from his friend prompted him to keep firing. It took several attempts before he got a shot grouping good enough to cause the lizards to seek cover, grouping up behind several crates. Taking the opportunity, Harry apparated. Reappearing directly behind the group of six, he used his left hand to sweep across his body at chest height, releasing a cutting curse as he did so.

Repeating the tactic, he soon had the hangar clear of enemies. They were making progress, the wookie was proving to be far more adept at the close quarters combat of the corridors they were traversing than he was, leaving behind several bodies in their wake. They'd gone through several junctions, and just as many turns. Without the wookie, Harry would have been seriously lost, not that he knew where they were right now. Taking another turn, left this time, they came to what could pass as a cafeteria, a medium sized room filled with benches and tables with several trays, containing what could pass as abandoned food scattered across them. Pausing to inspect one of the laden trays, he grimaced at the smell and queasy feeling the sight gave him. He took the rumble from the wookie to be agreement as they moved on into another corridor. It took maybe 10 minutes, a lift, several bloody encounters and eleven more corridors to reach the semi circular control room. They were expected. Close to a score of the lizards had their weapons trained on them when they opened the door. Harry took two bolts to the chest and another to the arm before he fell to the ground. The wookie suffered more. Harry counted five cauterised holes on his friends body slumped against the doorway. Working through the pain even as his wounds healed, he erected a shield over the two of them as he laid his left hand on the body. He'd not loose the first person he'd count as a friend after his long sleep. One of the lizards, the commander if he had to guess was standing just beyond the shield talking at them. Dismissing him for the moment, Harry allowed the ring on his left hand to be seen. Focusing deeply, he reached for the rings magic and turned the stone.

It started as a breeze in the bridge. A low pulse of air wafted over the slumped forms. The trandoshans were puzzled, the trap had worked perfectly, both of the intruders were down, so why was their a shield over the bodies? The commander swaggered up to them, belittling the duos sanity for daring to attack him on his ship. The breeze gently gained strength, causing the commanders uniform to gently rustle. The human was moving behind the shield, sneering the commander lent closer to the shield edge and described just what he was going to do with him once the shield ran out of power. The other trandoshans briefly laughed at this, before being silenced as the wind turned into a gale. Electricity started sparking from the terminals as the room started to shudder. The commander demanded to know what was going even as loose items came crashing from their resting places. The gale intensisified, trandoshans started screaming as they were lifted from their feet. The terminals were burning, acrid smoke pouring from them as the lights flickered then burst. All over the ship electrical terminals surged and exploded, systems failed. The growing fires reached the power core, trailing the surges in power, engineers scrambled but were too slow to prevent the surging currents from feeding into the generator. It overloaded, blowing a 50 metre section of ship to pieces and cutting power from the engines. The ship fell.

Harry reached for the wookie's soul, calling for it to return to its body. Everything was muted here, he only registered colour as shades of grey, nothing was solid, every soul that had form lost it quickly as they bled into anothers. Shades clamoured for his attention, begging to be allowed another chance at life, some seemed to burn with an inner light, he dismissed them, he had little time. There were so many to sort through. Thousands of them reached for him, all pressed together in a grey haze of smoky mass. Calling further upon the rings power the mass parted. There, the wookie. Gesturing for the shade it drifted to him, the other souls increased their efforts, straining at the stones power over them. Extending his hand, Harry formed the conduit through himself and to the wookies body. Slowly, the wookie lost its form and wrapped itself around the hand, harry pulled the soul through himself. The realm lurched, a sensation of foul violation permeated the grey expanse. The souls screamed Harry paused in severing the connection. A dark mass bled across the boundaries of his perception. Harry turned, and witnessed a swirling black sun. It lazily spun above what harry perceived to be the ground. The souls drifted away as fast as they could manage. A black tendril of power snaked from the sun and flickered across Harry's boundary, and gave a distorted hiss as it was repulsed. A presence tried to force its way into his mind. Harry concentrated and flung it away. The sun pulsed angrily, the tendril flailed then shot out to the side piercing a bright soul and dragged it to itself. Harry cut the connection. He awoke to a sensation of falling. Looking up to the window of the control room his eyes widened. His view was dominated by a rapidly approaching tree line, too exhausted to apparate, he reinforced his protego, closed his eyes and passed out.