Harry could imagine her doing a bow in front of whatever was transmitting the message. He heard Kalira walk the short distance between the rooms and he only managed to scramble to the other side of the room pretending to be looking through the various spare parts.
"What are you doing?" Kalira asked in a not so happy tone.
"Me? I have no idea what I'm looking at, to be perfectly honest," Harry said innocently.
"Those are broken pieces of several blaster rifles and droids. Just useless junk. Come now, child, we are to go to our next destination," she walked out of the door she came in without a backward glance at her young charge.
"Where are we going?" Harry asked her suspiciously.
"To an old friend of mine. He's on the way towards the Academy. I thought you might like to meet more…unique individuals."
"Cool. What does he do?" Harry asked her curiously, but he couldn't shake off what he just heard from that transmission.
"Mostly inhibitors…he also works with special chemicals. You'll see," Kalira said with a smirk though Harry didn't know. She knew that he wasn't the kind who would kill people for fun. He looked like a good boy.
"Oh," was all Harry said. He tried stifling a yawn but was unsuccessful.
"Tired are you? Very well, just sleep on that cot over there. I'll wake you when we're there," Kalira said. 'In three days…'
"Thanks," Harry said oblivious to everything as he drifted off to sleep.
It was peaceful in an odd sort of way. He didn't know why but he had no thoughts of leaving when his instincts were telling him that something was definitely wrong. Even in the wizarding world, he didn't feel this peaceful. It definitely was not the space…there was something else at work. Something not magical…
Now with his eyes closed he can hear the soft humming coming off from the ship. He could feel the coldness of space filtering through the cracks in the metal walls. He could taste something funny in his mouth. It was like the aftertaste he got after downing a vial of calming drought…Strange.
Kalira waited until Harry was asleep before she could move around. First, she made sure that the brat had inhaled enough of that powered form of those combined herbs while he stayed in the cargo hold. That helped him be more passive and asking much less questions, which she liked. Things were going according to plan.
The next day she'll start training the boy and he won't even know how he will serve his purpose for the Empire.
Three days until she'll get kid to do whatever her master wanted. And four days until she can be rid of the brat and go back on real missions for her Emperor instead of babysitting him.