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"Peace is a lie." Speech.
'There is only Passion' Force Ghost/Flashback/Alien Language/Droid.
"█▄██▄▄█▄▄█▄" Inarticulate/Creature Roar/s.
"With Passion I gain strength!" Holo-communication Speech.
(a/n below; a couple of review questions answered.)
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Previously:
"Tell me then, Young One." Bane asked, still glazing intently at the child. "Which path speaks more keenly to your heart. Would you strive to be a Jedi? One who would hide from their darkness out of fear? Or would you be Sith? One who seeks out the truth of themselves, perhaps even foolishly so regardless of the danger it could present to those around them?"
Harry, to Bane's approval, did not respond immediately. No, he hesitated. Considering the question and the gravity of the decision. The left path, or the right? Up or down? Light or Dark? Jedi or Sith?
"If being afraid and unsure were things that stopped me, I think I wouldn't have been able to get away from the Dursleys." Harry started slowly, considering his words carefully. "When I was at the Dursley's home. I tried to not feel. I endured the hate and anger of Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. It didn't feel like I was living. Not really. I want to live. I want to see the stars that I looked up to every night at Privat Drive. I want to see this galaxy and meet the people that live there. I want, I want more."
"The Jedi would tell you that what you want is a very Sith-like line of thought."
"Then that's what I'll be." Harry said with a resolute nod. "I'll be Sith."
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1987 A.D
Harry ducked quickly, feeling the woosh of displaced air as Taskmaster's training Saber passed through the air just above his head, narrowly missing him. Kicking back with his feet the seven year old tucked into a backwards roll to avoid a stomping foot and kick from the Droid. When he found his feet again, Harry lowered himself into a ready stance without thinking, waiting for Taskmaster's next move.
It had been eight months since he had come to live here in the Legacy and had been formally taken as an Apprentice under the Force Ghost Bane. In that time Harry had continued with his physical training at the 'care' of Taskmaster and Mad-Med as well as learning of the History of the Jedi and Sith under his new Master. Additionally Bane had begun teaching Harry how to meditate and call upon The Force himself as well as the details in how to channel emotions through The Force in order to boost his capabilities.
To Harry's personal regret he had very nearly destroyed Taskmaster that first time he had succeeded in channelling his anger successfully. The blind rage that had returned to him from The Force had caused him to lash out at his mechanical instructor and caved in Taskmaster's chassis from the violent release of raw telekinetic power he had unleashed. Harry would have shut down after that, due largely to his overall liking for his Droid caretakers and the shame he felt in nearly destroying Taskmaster. Thankfully it seemed Bane had foreseen such an eventuality and had, when he had commissioned the Legacy for its journey to Earth, made sure that there were a number of spare parts for the Droid crew.
Harry had made sure to be involved in repairing Taskmaster out of a sense of penance. While Bane had been more or less unconcerned with the entire ordeal, the Ghost did approve in the unintentional lesson it taught Harry in that in order to repair Taskmaster; the child had needed to learn how to fix a Droid.
After that initial event Harry had, under Bane's guidance, learned how to properly control his emotions and harness them effectively in order to prevent that kind of wild and violent explosion in the future. It was still difficult for him, very much a wild ride for Harry whenever he channelled The Force using his emotions, calling on the 'Dark Side' as a Jedi would consider it. Pushing his anger, hate and even pain into The Force brought it back to him two, nearly three fold and more often than not, forced Harry into taking a moment or two to recenter himself and restore his control; even with preparation.
This was not to say that Harry only learned to harness his negative emotions through The Force. While Bane did teach that they were a more efficient form of fuel to boost a Sith's power and capabilities, positive emotions such as happiness and love were useful in their own form. Bane's teachings were that when a Sith found himself in combat; anger, hate and pain were great motivators and gave incredible power through The Force for these situations.
Outside of combat, it was very possible to find situations and applications where The Force could benefit more from positive and gentler emotions where hate would only be a detriment.
Back to the current training session Harry was engaged in; outside the ship in the cave, Harry watched as Taskmaster stepped into a slow jog toward him.
Training Saber held up, the Training Droid spun the blade around in a dizzying flourish before bringing it down to the boy's head.
Harry quickly flicked a hand out, using what limited knowledge of The Force he had to push Taskmaster's aim off by just enough so that it missed him completely when the seven year old turned his body to the side; shrinking the target that he presented to the Droid.
With Taskmaster slightly off balance, Harry stepped into the Droid's guard and raised the weapon he had been given for this spar; a small Vibroknife. Lunging forward, he thrust the blade forward, aiming for a weak spot underneath Taskmaster's armpit where the armored plating of its chest and arm was lacking.
Stopping just short of cutting into the Droid, Harry looked up to the now motionless Taskmaster who had in turn looked down to where the blade was just a few millimetres shy of cutting into it.
"You have bested me." The Training Droid commented, lightly, as if remarking on the weather. "Amusing; almost like watching a monkey learn how to stand up without falling on its own ass."
"I told you I would win one of these days." Harry replied with a satisfied grin.
"That you did Monkey." Taskmaster nodded slowly, stepping back from the seven year old and sheathed the Training Saber at its back. "Perhaps I will have to listen to your pointless grunting and howling one day."
Harry deactivated the Vibroknife and handed it over to the Training Droid silently before turning and walking out of the makeshift sparring ring that had been prepared for moments such as these. Mad-Med could already be seen, and heard, loudly lamenting the lack of blood and screams; cursing Taskmaster as a rusting heap of scrap to lose to a fleshy child.
Harry ignored the antics, of the bloodthirsty medic and instead locked his eyes with the stern faced Bane that was standing by the ship, arms folded into his spectral robes. A faint nod of approval and the former Sith turned on his heel to return into the Legacy.
Excusing himself to Taskmaster and Mad-Med, the former of which was threatening to dismantle the still raging medic if it didn't shut up, Harry jogged up to the ship and made his way to the Cargo Bay.
"You have shown surprising progress these past few months Apprentice." The spectre commented as Harry entered the room.
Harry momentarily paused when he saw that his Master was in the process of levitating the various containers to the far side of the room; stacking them tightly in order to create a large empty space.
"It was my former Apprentice, your predecessor; Zannah, who commissioned Taskmaster at my instruction. She was quite careful in making sure that the Droid was knowledgeable in as many forms of combat as a Protocol Droid is in galactic languages. I had estimated your first victory over him to be somewhere close to your second year of training."
Harry bowed to the Ghost. "Taskmaster is a good instructor Master."
"Perhaps." Bane commented as he turned away from the crates he had moved to face his apprentice fully. "We shall see in due time."
The former Sith gestured with a sweep of his hand to a roll of cloth that was resting on the floor just before his feet. "Your progress has forced me to consider you adequately prepared for your next stage in training. Come, open this and make your selection."
Approaching the roll, Harry crouched down and gently unrolled the cloth. As he did his eyes widened momentarily at seeing a number of cylindrical devices being unveiled. Seven of them, each of a different size and design apart from two which were smaller; designed to be held in a single hand with matching designs and appearances. One of the seven was even very noticeably different as it had a slight curve to its shape.
"Lightsabers?" Harry of course recognised the weapons that he had unwrapped.
From the lessons and stories Bane had told him over the course of several months when discussing the history of the Jedi and Sith. Mention of the primary weapon of both Order had been mentioned and discussed in some detail. Enough so that Harry could identify them even though this was the first time he had ever laid eyes on one before.
"Training Sabers." Bane corrected. "Identical in weight and appearance but different in function and mechanical design. The damage this weapon can inflict is no more than skin deep. Useless in every field beyond that of practice. You will select a Saber for your training."
"Yes Master." Harry replied with a nod of acknowledgement. There was no need to further question the decision of his teacher, nor any desire to. He may have trust in the direction and speed in which Bane gave his instruction, but Harry truthfully had wanted to have his own Lightsaber since the first story he had been told of them.
"Choose carefully my Apprentice." Bane warned. "You will carry this weapon with you at all times from this moment. You will maintain and care for your weapon as if it were your life. Should it break, you will have no other to replace it and I am sure Taskmaster will take great pleasure in punishing you if you attempt to face him empty handed because of your own neglect."
Harry didn't respond to the advice/warning. His focus was on the seven Lightsabers laid out before him. He tried to reach for The Force; seeking any kind of pull or push toward any one of the weapons. Which held some significance to him?
The Force provided no answers.
Reaching for one, the smaller, one handed Saber that he was able to somewhat identify as a Shoto based from the descriptions he had been given, Harry hefted it in a hand; testing its weight. The balance and feel of the weapon. Thumbing the activation switch, a pale yellow beam of energy ignited from the end of the hilt. A gentle hum emanated from the weapon as Harry gave it a testing swing; trying to find some sense for how it felt.
Wrong.
He could not explain it. Holding the Shoto in his hand, it just felt, ill suited. When he tried to adopt a two handed grip there simply was no place for him to comfortable rest his other hand and the blade seemed too small. Training and sparring against Taskmaster with only a VibroKnife had been difficult for Harry not only due to the fact that the Training Droid had a far longer reach due to its large size compared to him, but the weapon it was using was longer than his and Harry had not felt all that comfortable in getting so close in order to effectively mount an attack.
Returning it to the cloth, the seven year old turned his gaze to the remaining six. Judging on the design of the largest of the offered Training Sabers he could identify a Staff-Saber. That could easily be dismissed. It was a more advanced kind of weapon. The type he would only be able to consider using after he had gained some proper training and competency with a Lightsaber. So that one was out.
Finally, after more than a few moments of careful consideration; having dismissed the duel lightsabers and the large, bulky Saber, Harry selected the regular, one and a half handed Saber that had been the first to be unrolled from the cloth. It was heavier and bulkier to his hand than the Vibroknife he was used to; but really that was not surprising or unexpected in the least considering this was an actual sword and not a small knife. Igniting the blade and releasing the steadily thrumming beam of pale yellow, Harry gave the Saber an experimental swing to test the balance and weight properly. A nod of satisfaction and Harry deactivated the blade before turning back to his Master.
"I have made my choice Master."
Bane remained silent, flicking a finger out from his folded arms and using The Force to wrap up the remaining Training Lightsabers back in the cloth roll as he examined his Apprentice and the Saber the child was presenting him.
"Are you certain of this Apprentice?" He asked.
Harry nodded, looking down to the weapon briefly before returning his focus to the Ghost. "I am Master. I don't know how to use a Lightsaber and I feel that this one is the most balanced of the lot. Not too small or large and balanced well enough for me to learn."
The former Sith nodded in understanding. "Very good. Know and remember your limits and own ignorance Apprentice. In truth that was the only Saber I would have accepted from you. All others are designed for more advanced forms of combat; had you chosen any of them I would have deemed you unfit to learn a lightsaber at this time and sent you back outside to train with Taskmaster."
Harry allowed a small smile of pride to pass over his face. He passed another of Banes tests.
The cloaked spirit pulled out a Lightsaber; just as non corporeal as he and ultimately a copy of the genuine article, and ignited it. In life Bane's blade had been as red as any other Sith Lightsaber, its spiritual counterpart simply formed a blade of pale bluish white light.
"You will first learn the starting Form; Shii-Cho." Bane instructed, bringing his Saber into a guard stance. "It is a form learned by all Saber wielders; Jedi and Sith. While some take this form further to master it for use in combat, it is primarily an opening form to other, more advanced stances of Saber combat. Now, do as I do."
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1988 A.D
It clung to him like smoke, wafting off of him in curling tendrils of blackened red vapor. Harry, now a year older since he had taken to learning how to utilise a Lightsaber, was pacing back and forth, infusing his anger and hate into The Force. He had taken to honing his emotions and power within The Force quite well in the time since coming to The Legacy; able to control the heightened sense of euphoric power and almost blinding rage that came with it.
His 'Force Engine' as he sometimes considered it had been refined considerably in the months since his incident with Taskmaster; the eight year old tightening his grip over the wild and powerful emotions to the point were he was able to even use the blinding rage and hate to sharpen his focus and strengthen his will.
The cloak of dark smoke that wafted from his form was a physical manifestation of the power that he was generating; the 'Dark Side' energies of The Force that were building at his fingertips, the more anger he pushed into the force and accepted back.
It was with a shuddering intake of breath that Harry narrowed his eyes in focus, unknowing of the flecks of yellow that had taken form in his eyes.
At first it was just a smell in the air, sharp and very similar to the scent of an oncoming storm. Then it was a crackle; sharp snaps and cracks like static discharge as Harry brought The Force down his body and into his arms. A steady buzzing hum, like a swarm of bees temporarily filled his ears and a series of rapidly flashing white lights pulsed out from him. With one final surge of power drawn from The Force; fuelled by a sudden and last minute blast of the pain he had felt throughout his life, Harry thrust his arms out, fingers splayed wide.
An eruption of lightning burst forth from his fingertips, each as thick as the fingers that fired them; the Force Lightning exploded into a veritable storm of static and electricity, multiplying and splitting as it roared through the air faster than the eye could follow to slam into a large boulder several feet from the Sith-in-training with all the force and impact of cannon fire.
Harry maintained the flow of lightning for a few more seconds; sweat beading at his brow as his focus strained in maintaining the volatile technique. He could feel discharge from the Force Lightning creeping up his fingers the longer he held the technique; numbing the nerve endings and from the smoke wafting from his hands; burning his flesh.
Finally; when he could maintain it no longer, Harry jerked his hands back, forcibly severing the connection that was holding the storm.
Rubbing his hands together in an attempt to alleviate the pain he felt and massage some feeling back into his fingers, Harry pulled upon The Force to begin repairing the damage he had done; calling upon the delight he felt at his success to fuel the healing technique.
When he could start to feel a pins-and-needles like tingling crawling over his fingers; a sign that sensation was returning, Harry turned his attention over to the smoking boulder he had directed his attack toward.
There were sections that were glowing white hot from where the tendrils of lightning had struck and a few chunks had been blown clean off, but as a whole the large rock was still intact. Something Harry had not wanted to see. It had been his intention to shatter the boulder with his technique. To be able to harness so much power and pour it into a single, massively destructive attack, that it would cause stone to shatter like glass. But he had failed.
He could not prevent the snarl of frustration that tore free of his throat as he spun around and started to stalk back to the ship. Bane was absent for the week; restoring the willpower and energy he needed to manifest and therefore leaving the student to his own devices when not studying and training with Mad-Med and Taskmaster.
He would need to examine the ancient books that he had found in the archive room next to his personal quarters. Texts from the Sith Homeworld's of Korriban and Ziost that had been stored within the Legacy for its journey here, to him.
Crack!
It was sharp, loud. The sound of something big and heavy breaking cleanly. Turning his head, Harry's eyes widened when he saw the boulder he had tried to shatter break in two. Like it had been cut in two with a precise sword stroke the top half of the slab of rock slid off of its lower half to crash into the ground, further breaking into smaller chunks.
It was a widely smiling Harry who returned to the Legacy in the wake of that spectacle, very pleased with his success. While not completely what he had been aiming for, it had nonetheless proven to be a large step in terms of progress.
"I need to work on the feedback issue now." Was what he muttered as he passed the Medbay toward the archive room. "Power output can be improved but not at the risk of further damage to myself."
Reaching the Archive Room, Harry took a moment at the door to take in the treasure trove of information. Shelves of painted black Durasteel covered the walls and were filled with tomes of varying size.
Walking to the far end of the Archive, Harry made his way to a specific shelf and pulled out a tome that he had taken an interest in that had given him valuable insight regarding his current field of independent studies in the field of Sith Sorcery.
The Scroll of Freedon Nadd.
Obviously no longer a scroll given it was a book that he held in his hands, but that wasn't all that strange considering, by his understanding, that Bane's original Student; Zannah had taken the original texts from a number of differing formats and languages and transcribed them all into these books of Plasteel and Flimsiplast in Galactic Basic.
It was a good thing that he had managed to convince Mad-Med to teach him how to read and write it as well as speak it. All it had taken was to convince Taskmaster to let the Medic a chance to be included in one of their sparring sessions. No Scalpels included of course.
Taking the tome and relocating himself to the Cargo Hold/Training Room as assigned by his Master, Harry sat himself atop one of the crates and opened the book.
Originally written by the Sith Lord Freedon Nadd this Manuscript detailed a comprehensive account of the Sith's life and his teachings. Included within were a number of accounts, lessons and record of the Sith's exploration into the art of Sorcery the school of Force based manipulation as developed by the Sith Order both before and following the arrival and conquest at the hands of Ajunta Pall.
It was within these pages that Harry had found anecdotes that had greatly helped him make progress in his progress toward mastering the ability to create and control Force Lightning. He had been trying for several weeks prior to manifest the iconic Sith technique, only to fail to create anything more than an errant spark at his fingertips. Freedon Nadd's writings had provided the key that he had been missing in order to properly and fully manifest it. The emotional key.
Force Lightning was a powerful and incredibly dangerous technique to even attempt. Requiring not only heightened emotional fuel within The Force, but an appropriate sense of pain in order to manifest anything more than a fancy show of light, color and sound.
The Manuscript was not organised with any kind of formal key and table. There was no page that detailed where he could turn to easily find the information he sought. No Harry had needed to read through the account of the Sith Lord's life, to read of his induction into the Jedi Order on Ossus and his later disavowment following the murder of his Jedi Master.
The man had journeyed to the Sith Empire and gathered a wealth of Dark Side knowledge. Here were where Harry had found the details and instructions that Nadd had left regarding the intricacies of Force Lightning.
Sighing in frustration at the lack of further detail that could possibly solve his control issues and insulate him from his own attack, Harry turned the page; hopeful that perhaps further down, later in Nadd's life, there would be further accounting regarding the technique.
Sadow.
A raised eyebrow at the word. It stood out amongst the others for some reason. Beating in his mind like a powerful drum.
With his curiosity peaked, Harry continued to read:
I have gathered what I can of the knowledge of the Sith of Old. I dare not return to Korriban or any of the other Sith Worlds lest the Lords of the Sith discover my presence and strike out against me. I have long since embraced the Dark Side but I fear that to their eyes I will be nothing but a Jedi interloper.
This knowledge, this power I have pilfered and gathered together is not enough. I wish to know, to possess the power that the Jedi fear so greatly. I know that I am meant for more. I will have more!
My search is to take me to a world just beyond the edge of the Old Sith Empire; a remote system where it is said one of the last great Sith Lords hid following the Great Hyperspace War.
Naga Sadow. From what I have been able to learn it was said that he was one of the greatest of the Sith Lords second only to the mighty Marka Ragnos. I feel a pull even now; The Force guiding me toward my destiny. There is little doubt in my mind I will find the remains of this once mighty Sith and once I have taken what knowledge and power there is to be found from his resting place; perhaps then I will finally be able to assume my rightful place in this Galaxy.
Harry paused in his reading. He remembered that name. He had come across it before in this very book the first time he had opened it and flipped to a random page. It had been when he had thought to be able to simply open to whatever page and find some kind of Sith knowledge; only to discover that there was no context and so resolved himself to read from the beginning so he could gain some understanding first.
Flipping through the pages Harry quickly found the correct location where he had first caught glimpse of that name.
...Learning under Naga Sadow has proven, interesting. My knowledge of The Force has increased exponentially since my arrival and submission under the Sith's authority and teachings. I find with each passing rotation that more and more of the Jedi I once was dying under the great power of Freedon Nadd the Sith. I was surprised to find but a handful of the dreaded Sith mutant warriors known as the Massassi on the planet serving the self-exiled Sith Lord. By my understanding and research prior to my original arrival on Yavin IV I was expecting to find legions more as by all records Master Sadow travelled here with the sum total remnants of the Sith subspecies.
Seeing their massive, fearsome size for the first time had me awestruck. I could conjure no thought of technology nor Force secret capable of such powerful mutation to give reason for such change.
When I spoke to my Master regarding such impossibility he had simply smirked at me and waved me off.
I have spent months learning tirelessly in the effort of impressing my Master with my potential and skill in order to pry the secret from him. I have only now succeeded.
Alchemy.
That is the name he gave it. The indescribable power of manifesting and conjuring The Dark Side of The Force permanently within the physical world. By Master Sadow's explanation he used Sith Alchemy to twist and reshape the Massassi under his thrall into better versions of themselves; more suited and able to tend to their lord and master.
I have made attempts to convince him to teach me in this, but Master Sadow has proven, reluctant. Nothing more than commenting on his desire for measures of blood. I will not give up here, I will continue my drive for the knowledge of this Sith and learn…
Harry closed the book with a defeated breath. Not what he was looking for. It would seem by that point in his life that Freedon Nadd was more concerned with the discovery of this Alchemy than continuing his knowledge of Sorcery.
Standing up, Harry returned the book back to its proper place, running a hand through his hair in thought as he turned to leave the Archive.
"Perhaps trial and error would prove a more effective method at this point." Was all he muttered as he made to leave the Legacy once more.
XxxX
1991 A.D
Harry had a free day. Taskmaster was preparing the grounds outside for the next Saber lesson; having spoken to him about at the final stages of his training of the First Form; Shii-Cho and ready to select which form he would like to move onto if not remain with Shii-Cho to the point of true mastery.
Bane had allowed him this day in the week as a personal day; to do what he wished to further his studies or rest and recover from the previous in preparation for the next.
Harry did not rest. Instead he found himself returning to the Archive and to the mystery that was Sith Alchemy.
It had proven a persistent mystery that he found himself incapable of moving on from ever since he had come across its reference in Freedon Nadd's manuscript. He had been able to master the application of Force Lightning; hone his control to the degree where not only could he avoid damaging himself when using it, but controlling the degree of its power to his satisfaction.
Bane had trained him in other aspects of Force Manipulation; bringing to his understanding various methods of telekinesis as well as theories behind more mental arts that were unfortunately beyond his ability to practice and hone with only Droids as his companions. But more often than not; when his Master had dismissed him for the day, his thoughts taking him back to that vexing name and concept. 'Alchemy.'
Unfortunately there was not a great deal of knowledge available for him in the Archive. Passages and obscure reference in a number of Sith Writings that detailed the art as more primitive voodoo than anything of any real power. It was in the Scroll of Freedon Nadd where the most knowledge could be found unfortunately. There had been mention of a Holocron being made by Naga Sadow but nothing regarding its contents.
As for what he could find, well it seemed that Freedon Nadd thought himself a bit of a historian in that the man had made sure to record as much as he could regarding the history and effect something had made throughout the Galaxy at large. When Alchemy had sparked the former Jedi's interest he had done his homework and recorded it within his biography. Terrible and enduring legacies such as the Sithspawn; the classification given to creatures that had been enhanced and mutated as a result of Sith Alchemy. Such creations had listed the Massassi of course as well as the terrible Terentatek; fearsome and powerful monsters that were able to actively hunt down Force-Sensitives and possessed a hide that was highly resistant to The Force, even in some cases, to the point of complete immunity.
There were also details regarding the use of Sith Alchemy in the field of enchantment and enhancement for regular items; from jewellery and clothing to weapons and armor.
This had sparked an inspiration within the now eleven year old. He had lived here in the Legacy for years now; safe within the Quarantine field from the vast majority of Earth's cancerous corruption. He had long since been able to ignore the small measure of constant pain and fatigue that still lingered in his flesh that had remained even under this umbrella of safety. But he had never failed to remember that it was only here that he was safe and healthy. Nor could he ignore the fact that he could not remain here, hiding underground in the relative safety of his Master's aegis. Even if he was to leave this planet in the near future when his Master deemed him ready, he couldn't stay here until that day.
In fact he wouldn't. He couldn't give reason for it, but Harry was certain beyond shadow of a doubt that this was fact. He would be required to venture back out into the world at some point.
Because of this concern, Harry had taken to a long term project that he had been working on for nearly two years now. Learning enough of Sith Alchemy from the scraps available to him to enhance and enchant a physical object to replicate the effect of the shielding but on a more personal level to keep him safe.
He had been able to mock of a few prototypes; a sheet of metal that he had been able to imbue with The Force that had, for a very brief time, taken away the last vestiges of weakness Earth imposed upon him. But this had barely lasted long enough to even consider a half decent test. Harry needed to find a method to instil a sense of permanency to force the enchantment to endure. To this end, after months and months of research, speculation and more than a fair share of trail and error, Harry had been able to develop a plan to follow.
Which lead to his current state.
The previous day, when he had finished his training with Taskmaster, Harry had collected a stone from the cave. Interestingly enough it had been a fragment from the large boulder he had destroyed the first time he had been able to successfully unleash a Force Storm. With this fragment, Harry had returned to his quarters and, with the stone clasped tightly within his hands, focused on The Force and the entirety of his being; his anger, hatred, pain, sadness, hope, joy, despair and overall passions into the stone. Slowly but surely, over the course of several hours; scrubbing away at the taint that filled every atom within it. He had to remove the cancer from the stone and replace it with his 'Dark Side.'
"What, I wonder, have I stumbled across my Apprentice?"
Harry looked over to the door, blinking away sweat and maintaining his concentration on his goal; a quietly throbbing crimson light breaking through small gaps between his clenched fingers. "A project of mine Master. My notes are on the desk."
Bane nodded in understanding. He had of course felt the massive surge of Force energy coming from the personal quarters of his Apprentice and knew better than to break his concentration. Moving over to the stack of paper, the former Sith sifted through the sheets; quickly reading through the notes, calculations and number of prototype diagrams both complete and incomplete that marked the margins.
"Alchemy? I confess myself impressed Apprentice." Bane commented with a raised eyebrow. "An Art I myself never delved into and yet I can see a sense of natural familiarity in your understanding. I wonder if this is the touch of destiny I feel. Zannah who proved herself a prodigy for Sorcery and my new Apprentice; a similar mind for Alchemy."
Harry had to fight back the wave of pride that the words of his Master invoked in him. He could not afford the shift in his emotions at such a critical stage.
"I see from your notes that you intend to replicate the barrier I have created within this sanctuary." Bane continued, seating himself at the desk's chair to continue his perusal. "A personal shielding within The Force that would cover your skin. I wonder how you could hope to maintain such a – ah wait, I see it here; a perpetual engine similar in function to my lessons to you regarding emotional empowerment via The Force."
"Exactly." Harry confirmed. "If I can successfully create the physical shell, I should be able to alter its properties to contain The Force in a similar fashion to a Lightsaber crystal. Then with Sith Alchemy to set the enchantment I, with some luck, should be able to build the same kind of barrier within it that will cover my body."
The light pouring out from within Harry's hands started to pulse like a heart beat as the eleven year old felt the process nearing its final stage.
"The Force that creates the Barrier in turn reinforces the construct that maintains and fuels it."
"And what kind of material do you intend to use for-"
Bane's words were cut off by a sudden and powerful surge of raw Force energy. So powerful that it actually caused his image to flicker briefly. When the surge died down and the blinding flash of light that had accompanied it died down, the Force Ghost peered down into Harry's now open hands to see a small red crystal; no larger than his own thumb resting there.
"A Force Crystal? But how? There were no such things stored here." Bane questioned. "Nor is there a forge with the means to create one available."
Harry smiled with satisfaction as he swiped away the sweat from his brow while holding the crystal up to the light. "I figured how to replicate the overall results of a forge with Alchemy."
Bane had no words. He had always known that this boy would do great things. It was the reason why he had ordered his former apprentice Zannah to commission the Legacy and send it to this world in the first place. He had always known that Harry would become a powerful Sith. Just not so quickly.
"I can sense no taint from this wretched planet lingering on the crystal." Bane pointed out. "You have successfully created something completely pure. I believe you may very well succeed with this little project of yours."
Harry let his pride affect him this time. He could see it. The unfiltered wonder in the eyes of his mentor.
"Monkey! I do hope you are not in the middle of some horrifying organic thing."
The door opened and Taskmaster walked into the room, a hand covering its photoreceptors with the other held out in front of it, clutching a thick piece of parchment.
"Taskmaster what are you doing?" Harry asked with an exasperated sigh.
"Mad-Med has told me what you organics tend to get up to at your stage of manufacturing. Completely disgusting spraying lubricant around like that." Taskmaster replied with no small sense of horror. "I came to give this to you."
Harry chose to ignore majority of what the Droid had told him; he felt it was better for his sanity that way. Especially if Mad-Med was involved. Instead he focused on what the training Droid was offering him.
"For me?"
"Yes, I was checking the sensors that I had installed at the surface structure and found one of this planets native avian rats perched with this. It is addressed to you."
Harry frowned. How in the name of every Sith could anyone know where he was? He had been here for years, he fully expected the Dursley's had long since had him declared dead to the world.
Looking down to the parchment he saw that it was a letter he was holding.
Mr. H Potter.
Glastonbury Tor.
Glastonbury, Somerset.
Now what did this mean?
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A/N: so this will be the last chapter from Legacy of Darkness for sometime as we think we might be able to restore the regular Schedule as of next week. One last chapter to finish off Harry's training arc and the entry to the Magical World for next time.
Hopefully this was enjoyable to all readers and while we would like you to look forward to the next instalment, it would be remiss of us if we didn't point out you shouldn't hold your breath.
Now then:
Necronlord1987: regarding Pairings. There will be one, but we are keeping it close to the chest as regards to whom it is Harry gets to show his lightsaber to ;D
TriggerLaw: thanks for pointing out the whole Lighstaber form actually as it was perhaps the one detail of Harry's training and development we had overlooked. It had since been addressed and he had now got a form and Lightsaber design for the future. You will unfortunately have to wait to find out.
SayjinLord: in regards to your question regarding how we have done The Force in this fics; it is our favorite consideration when it comes to The Force. Both of us (Ahriman the Exile and Alakrux) have spent a considerable amount of time debating and discussing The Force and came to this as our favorite school of thought regarding it.
We like the idea of adding accountability into The Force and find it kind of gives some answers regarding the reason why using emotion within The Force is both so dangerous as well as powerful.
At any rate. Hope you enjoy this one, stay tuned.
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