"What?" Harry asked her before he fell back on his rump from the ship just starting.

Harry didn't hear Kalira shout to him to buckle up. He tumbled around the ship and hitting various objects around him with his body. He tried desperately to grab onto something, anything from the arm chair in front of him to the dangerously exposed wire cable above him. His hand did grab onto the edge of the closet (he thought it was the closet) door, but the ship shook violently and he lost his grip.

"Are we being attacked?" Harry yelled as loud as he could through the rumbling.

"Nope. Just –"

Harry couldn't hear the rest of what she said, but he hoped it wasn't anything important that could have saved him. Minutes of tumbling around passed by him like the clouds they flew past and there seemed to be no end to this. He was starting to have second thoughts before he hit his head on the ceiling when they flew past the Earth's atmosphere. That was when things really did get dark.

Harry blearily opened his eyes and the world around him was out of focus. For a moment, he almost panicked until he remembered where he was. He looked around and saw that the room he was in was more like the cargo hold and that he was lying in a shelf big enough for him to fit through.

"You're awake, now," an alien voice said. "You took quite the hit. You should have listened to me, passed already."

Harry craned his neck and he could see a blurry figure moving slowly towards him. "Passed what?"

"Are you hearing this too? Here are your optical lens," she said and handed him something wiry.

"Thanks," Harry said. He put them on and the world came back focused.

"If you would like, we can fix your eyes," she said propping herself on the ground below him.

"You can do that?"

"Of course! The technology here is far more advanced than your primitive one. Here in the galaxy, we can even give you a robotic body if you wish or if you managed to find yourself missing a limb, they can give you a new and better one."

"That's cool," Harry said. He peered around and saw no other with them. "Who is flying this?"

"We have something called 'autopilot'. Small ships, such as this, fly with one without difficulty. Perhaps you can learn how to fly while you are with us."

"Really?" Harry asked. He thought that the future with him outside of the Earth was now looking bright.

"Though...I should have brought a better and more modern ship than this little one. This is just a heap of garbage compared to the others," she said offhandedly

Harry was just astounded by all this. Sure the ship wasn't much to look at, but from where he's from, this is stuff from fiction. And here he is now inside one!

"So where are we off too?" Harry asked her.

"I am taking you to the Supreme Chancellor in Coro. He would want to see you because he feels it is in his duty to congratulate all the newly late Jedi's. You see, there aren't as many late bloomers as you and you're right in the middle of the beginning of the war," she said. While she talked, she used her Force powers to lift up the heavy debris and order them around.

"Cool. Can I do that?" Harry asked her.

"Sure, all Jedi's with proper training can do this, but that is if you are accepted," she said. "But first I need to check your blood."

"Accepted? My blood? Whatever for?" Harry asked defensively and curiously.

"To see if I'm not making a mistake in bringing the wrong kid. Plus, don't you want to know how many midi-chlorians you have?" She looked at him with an intense glare and the moment that Harry looked away she pricked his finger and swiped the blood under a slide.

"Ouch! You could have warned me," Harry said.

"You should have used the Force then," she said looking through the lenses and whistled.

"Well I don't know how," Harry said getting angrier.

Kalira smiled from what she saw and heard behind her. "Well, the first thing is to let go of all attachments and control your anger to a certain high degree."

"Why are you telling me this?" Harry asked her with suspicion.

"Because you passed this test. You have an abnormally high midi-chlorian concentration here though you have not surpassed young Skywalkers'."

"What are they?" he asked her.

"They are what helps us wield the Force, in a way. If one is still enough, they can hear their own midi-chlorian converse with them," Kalira said.

There was a beeping sound coming from outside of the room.

"Hold on, I'll be back. Don't worry," she said noticing the look on his face. "It's nothing but the hologram message. Stay here if you know what's best for you."

"Okay," Harry said awkwardly.

"Good boy," Kalira said. She disappeared through the small automatic door with a touch of a button.

Minutes passed and Harry really was being a good boy and not listening to her conversation with whoever it was. He couldn't resist, he slid off the bed shelf and crept towards the door making sure that his sneakers did not drag on the crated flooring or get too close to the door.

"He could be the fifth greatest Jedi in history…" a new and definitely male croaking voice said.

'Who? Me?' Harry thought.

"The boy? He knows nothing of the Force or the Jedi or the Sith," Kalira's voice drifted in.

"Good. Teach him our ways. If he proves to fail and lean towards the other side, then you may induce him with whatever means necessary and have him taught well. If he fails, you fail," the ominous voice said without changing.

"Yes, my master," Kalira said.