James George woke up from yet another restless sleep. His nights following his departure from the Corellia were full of chaotic dreams and hot flashes, causing him to become quite moody. Those who stayed with him throughout his exile knew this, but still tried to cheer him up as much as possible. Ronald Weasley, a red haired Wizard assigned to watch over him, tried to comfort him.
"Try to make the best of it, mate," he said, "You are strong enough to kick the living shit out of them, but you can't take their bloody political stuff. Wait it out, and watch what will happen without you."
"That's the thing, Ron," Jim said, irritated, "How many people will have to die before they realize that I need to help?"
"Well, I don't see practical use for your powers in space, I mean, you still have to breathe when you're all powered up like that, right?"
"I don't know, I haven't been able to power up since. Those things Jessica has have taken care of that…"
"Well, Dumbledore had those concocted to stop your wizard powers from interacting with everything else going on inside you."
"Yea, he said something about how they all need to cooperate in order for me to power up. I don't see why we had to get a ysalamiri or something…"
A ysalamiri is a creature found in Corscan that can literally block out the force. It is one of the most feared creatures by the Jedi, despite its gentle sloth like nature.
"Cant get them here…"
Jim nodded and moved over to the window. He looked out toward the New York Skyline, saturated with a dense rain. The largest city on Earth was a good hideout, but everyone knew Dumbledore, so it made it difficult to stay unnoticed when he visited.
"So are you going to tell us what is in that little box of yours?" Jessica Sarath, a Wizard healer asked as she came into the room. "You haven't touched it since you brought it here."
Jim shrugged unhappily, saying, "Look, it really doesn't mean anything now anyway. I cant fight with them."
"Them?" Brenton said sitting by the door. "What do you mean by 'them'?"
Jim walked over to the box, and fiddled with the locks. He opened it, and took out a small object.
"Its not normally this small," he said, "It gets bigger when activated."
"What is it?"
"It's a mini-con. They are a small race of Transformers."
"Transformers?"
"Yea, they are about the size of a bike when they are active. They are smarter than most droids, and can assume a humanoid shape or the shape of a vehicle. This one is a crane."
Sure enough, when Brenton and Jessica leaned in to look closer, it was a little crane, with a long arm for lifting small objects.
"But what does it do," Jessica asked, returning to her bowl of cereal, "and why do you have it?"
"Well, when its full size, it can fight like a human, with its own built in weapons, but in vehicle mode, it can connect to a big Transformer, and power it up."
"I've never heard of the Transformers…" Jessica said.
"They are a robotic race from a planet called Cybertron," Brenton explained. "They are bred into two sub races, the Autobots, the ones allied with the Alliance , and the Deceptacons, allied with the Empire. They have fought one another for millennia."
"They, like the mini-cons, can assume a humanoid mode or a vehicle mode," Jim added, "The major difference is their size. Most transformers are six or seven stories tall."
"I see," Jessica said, looking puzzled, "Why do you have a mini-con if they are built for the Transformers?"
Suddenly, a flash of light appeared and a loud crack filled the room. They group looked over to see another red haired boy, almost as tall and lanky as Ron, appear.
"Sorry to drop in like this everyone," he said, and brushed dust off his robes.
"George?" Ron asked.
"No its Fred, I'm here with a message for Jim from the Napoleon."
Fred Weasley, one of Ron's two twin brothers, was a fond supporter of Jim mainly because he was so independent. Fred and his brother George had been somewhat rebellious themselves throughout their careers.
"Captain Whitmer says that he will have whatever you need, including this…"
He pulled out a crystal, which glowed a bright purple.
"It's a crystal from the moon of Shakaras, the Dark Templar planet. They call it a Heliofix. He said it might give you more power with your whole super man thing, but also be able to be suppressed when you try to control it."
He gave it to Jim, who had no reaction with it. "Must be the stuff Dumbledore gave me," He said, putting it on the table next to his Zeo necklace.
"Right-o then." Fred said, "I'll be returning to Dumbledore. Cheers."
He stood in a clear spot, preparing to apparate again, but quickly said, "Oh Ron, I was only kidding, I am George!"
And a crack signaled his departure. "He's a stupid git," Ron said, getting red in the face. "If mother only knew…"
The group laughed, including Jim, who managed to let out a chuckle. They all turned back to what they were doing, and Jim looked at the Moon Stone. Wonder what kind of power Tom thinks this is, Jim thought to himself.
As the morning grew into midday , they began to talk again about the past, especially before the war. Jim sat and listened to the stories of life while freedom was in session.
Ron talked about how he, his two best friends, the Famous Harry Potter and Hermoine Granger, had left Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. "We discovered that you-know-who had allied himself with the Imperial remnants, taking off. Harry was somewhat pleased, for he had gone through a lot, considering his early encounters with him."
Remus Lupin nodded, agreeing. "Harry has seen much death at the hands of the dark lord."
Jim frowned, "Voldemort knew when he was beat. He joined Vincent."
Everyone but Brenton and Jim shuddered at the mention of Voldemort's name. Wizards were terrorized by him so much early in their war with dark wizards that their fear of him never went away.
Jessica spoke next, eating a sandwich. "I left the American Wizarding School , and signed on with an extragalactic relations committee. We traveled around Corscan mostly, showing off wizarding skills, seeing if it was possible to have potential wizards on other planets. Didn't find any."
"It's a human trait," Brenton cut in, "I have seen many different styles of sorcery, and I must say that you wizards are the most peculiar bunch I've come across."
"Well, let me say that in time, us Wizards will be more respected by galactic figure heads. Only the bloody Vulcans have seen us for what we are," Ron said.
Brenton spoke next about his work with the New Aldeeranians, discovering his talent as a Jedi. Although he was still in training, he said he knew much more after that and his journey into the world of darkness.
Jim layed back down on his bed as they talked, using the force to bob his pillow up in down in the air. His past was not as honorable. His past was full of danger, and the stupid accidents he kept getting himself into. He lost h is arm for this war, and he never did recover from it.
As the day turned to night, everyone started to turn in. Jim, restless, began to wonder how many days he would be stuck inside like this. As he looked toward the night sky, he saw a flash cross the region. He knew the Empire was out there somewhere, and they were coming for him…
Again I shall see the planet I left behind. I shall destroy it as it has destroyed me.
Vincent Calrissian watched from his flagship, the Inferno, as his battle group rendezvoused for the assault on Earth. The thousands on Imperial Stardestroyers, Victory Stardestroyers, Super Stardestroyers, Nova Warships, Deceptacon Battle Dragoons, Covenant War Craft, Sith Harpoons, and other small craft floated in the distance, surrounding the ringed planet of Saturn. They had already overtaken the Saturn Defense Platoons of the Alliance with minimal casualties. The challenge, Vincent knew, would be the invasion of the Inner Circle .
Galvan, I know you are out there somewhere.
He issued his command to the head of the Inferno, "Begin the Invasin. Kill everything that resists."
The command was issued, and the ships moved toward Jupiter, where the last outer defense station of the Alliance stood. The Time had come. The end of his conquest was at hand.
But what about George?