AN: Before we begin the chapter, I would like to address a couple remarks I received in reviews. I already responded to the reviewers, but I wanted to bring this up so nobody else is confused by the situation. The first is a person commenting how I was just doing the exact same things that happened in the canon but with Harry replacing Han. There WILL be changes to the Star Wars story line but I'm not going to bum rush into them. They haven't reached Leia yet and the story up until now has been setting up Harry and his relationships with those around him.

The second matter was a person stating that they thought it a dumb decision to have a Jedi use a blaster as they are more effective with a lightsaber. The simple matter is that of practicality for a multitude of reasons. One is that Obi-Wan's lightsaber wasn't properly maintained, something established already in the story, and while he was given a simple spare from the training room it's not one he's inherently familiar with. The second is that the blaster gives him an option for range as well as up close besides simply deflecting blaster bolts. The third is that Obi-Wan is a worn out old man who lived in a dessert for two decades, he's not going to be in peak fighting condition to go around swinging a sword, blasting his enemies before they can reach him seems like a pretty good idea considering.

Shadow of the Force

Chapter 11

-Obi-Wan-

Wincing at the protest from his old bones, Obi-Wan walked through the halls, blaster in hand as if he were a simple Stormtrooper. None of the other clones that he once fought alongside seemed to pay him any mind, not even noticing the lightsaber at his hip. That in itself was more worrying than it was comforting as he had never seen anyone with that degree of control over the force to make people simply not notice something from the distance Harry was from him, or in the way Harry had hid the door they hid behind earlier. "I doubt even Master Yoda could have done that." He muttered softly to himself.

"Trooper BB628!" straightening he saw an Imperial officer walking over, black uniform ironed and crisp, a sneer of smug superiority adorning the man's features, "Your unit was assigned to the hanger bay, why aren't you at your post?"

Not seeing anyone else nearby he reached out with the force and touched the man's mind, "You never saw me," he said calmly as he exerted his influence "you're going to go to the kitchens with any other troopers you come across. The intruders who got aboard the station are planning to poison the food supply."

With that the man's eyes widened in horror as the officer took off running, the echoed yell of "Troopers, with me!" coming faintly down the corridors after a moment.

Smirking, the old Jedi continued heading down to where the power for the tractor beam was coming from "This old bantha isn't out of the game yet." Feeling more confident than he had in years, despite being forced to where this ridiculous armor, he reached the cavernous room where the tractor beam generator was housed. Seeing two troopers on the walkway, and remembering the bizarre yet creative ways that Harry had used the force and his lightsaber training, Obi-Wan decided to try something.

Normally when he used the force, Obi-Wan would use brute force in a force push or something simple, like overriding a single thought or action which he would have to do again if he delayed leaving or if they stayed. Here though he reached out and affected how the two troopers would perceive the world. "There is nothing wrong." He whispered, beads of sweat dotting his forehead as he rewrote their perceptions, something he was learning was far harder to change than thoughts "Should anyone radio to ask you will tell them that the generator is fully functioning and that any problem is coming from elsewhere." Panting from the energy that took to do he snuck around the side of the generator and powered it down, using the lightsaber he had gotten from Harry to cut through the handle, so nobody could power it back up.

"Trooper XS1783," a static riddled voice came through on a communicator held by one of the two troopers he had just influenced "there are intruders aboard the station. They may seek to disable the tractor beam, make sure nothing-" the man was cut off by an explosion "I said not to use that much you imbecile!" the officer yelled over the com "Idiots," came the scathing rebuke before the officer continued "Make sure nothing and no one sabotages that tractor beam, we've just destroyed their ship so that avenue of escape is blocked but there are others they could take advantage of. Don't fail in your task or you shall answer to Lord Vader." Silently Obi-Wan slipped out and began sneaking back to the rendezvous point of the control tower near the hanger, while their ship was gone there was still a whole squadron of backup on their way.

-Leia-

Wincing, the princess of Alderan clutched her head. Battles of wits and words were something she was used to, something she knew how to handle and would have been fine with. But Vader's interrogation probe had been torture. Drugs and truth serums and pain in an unending cocktail of agony as her vision swam. Shifting between every color and she was sure she could detect the faint taste of purple. She had just enough lucidity to know that she hadn't revealed where the Rebel Base was, or anything about Obi-Wan Kenobi but it was only a matter of time before those sessions became too much and she revealed what Vader wanted to know. One thing she wasn't sure if she had dreamed or if it was real still confused her mind and haunted her memories for what almost happened.

-Flashback-

"I'll be back soon Princess," the raspy mechanical voice of Darth Vader spoke "perhaps you'll more cooperative after an hour of these new sensations." The drugs were still in the early stages of taking effect but at the moment she couldn't even move, her entire body fighting against her. Trying to move her hand made her foot twitch, trying to lift her leg made her head shake.

As Vader began to leave the room her Stormtrooper guard stalked towards her and even with the helmet on and the drugs in her system she could feel the sickening intent from the cloned soldier. The sickeningly lustful chuckle from the trooper made her skin crawl as she tried to force her body to fight back, her vision tinted with a light shade of blue.

When his hands began to trail up her leg towards her chest she wanted to scream, to thrash, to be sick, but the drugs prevented it all. Just before the trooper could begin to fondle her chest he let out an agonized scream as she could hear bone snapping. From the doorway Darth Vader stood, hand outstretched at the trooper. The screams soon turned to strangled gurgles as more and more snapping sounds echoed out from within the armor, blood leaking out from a few points as the trooper went limp. As Vader left, the sound of the corpse echoing as it fell down something long, she could have sworn she heard him say a name, something starting with 'P' but the rest was unintelligible.

-End Flashback-

Eventually her body had once more come under her control, but the swimming colors and sensations had only grown worse. A short time before she had heard panicked orders as the sound of many of the troopers outside her cell rushed off to handle some sort of emergency.

"Aaaaaaargh!" a pained scream roused her from her delirious thoughts as Leia looked up at the door, hearing the sounds of what she assumed was battle and carnage just outside it. Blaster bolts screaming through the air, corpses hitting the ground, and a strange humming noise that she had never heard before. The screams grew louder before, suddenly, they stopped.

"She's in cell 4." Came a voice that didn't sound like Vader, Tarkin, or any of the troopers.

Trying to sit up so she could at least attempt to defend herself Leia watched as the metal door slid up into the ceiling where she saw a tall man removing storm trooper armor, his features showing no resemblance to that of the clone army. "Hey," came a soft voice, "look at me." She tried to follow his finger, but the blurring made her dizzy. "Drink this." A vial of something was put to her lips as she was forced to swallow. The second the liquid hit her stomach she bent over and retched, the scent putrid acidic vomit filling her nostrils as she emptied her stomach. With each heave however, her vision began to clear more and more and by the time she stopped she was able to stand under her own power, admittedly shaky, but still standing.

"What…who are you?" she panted, the man picking her up and over the large puddle of vomit, giving her a chance to see two others outside her cell, one another dark haired stranger and the second a blond who felt oddly familiar that seemed to be entering shock.

"I'm Harry Peverell, Captain of the Citadel," the man who gave her the liquid that made her throw up said, his voice ringing with authority earned through battle "the three of us came here with Obi-Wan Kenobi."

"Obi-Wan Kenobi!" she exclaimed, shock and adrenaline helping steady her legs for the moment.

"He's going to meet us at the hangar bay," the man with black hair and green eyes grinned "the cavalry should be here soon to make things interesting."