Hello everyone and welcome to another PhillyCh3zSt3ak plotbunny! Well, don't throw things, my faithful followers who follow me, because this is being released at the same time as an update for another one or two fics. So what is this? Well obviously it's a Star Wars/HP crossover, however, this is actually something inspired by a guest reviewer that went by the name "James." Well I mention in Age of Reclamation (SHAMELESS STORY PLUG!) in the actual second chapter that a Harry/Ahsoka pairing wouldn't make sense since she'd be in her forties by the time the story starts (though knowing her species going by Shaak Ti she would age gracefully though) while Harry is twenty-five. So then the idea kept going through my head before I finally got this down to paper- I mean word processor.
Now please note that this is the original pilot, a revised, more thought out version is being written in the works.
So then that previous idea got combined with another idea, a split timeline story. What do I mean? Much of Harry and Ahsoka's past is going to be told inside of "Flashbacks" which are told like stories to Ezra and the rest of the Ghost crew, primarily their training in the Temple, what life was like before the Empire (as that's all they've known, the younger members that is), and of course the Clone Wars (all hail to Netflix for source material!).
Now carrying the fact that Harry is now an unknown variable inside the Star Wars universe there's going to be SOME changes to canon, however, others still happen. For example, the Empire will still rise and Padme and Anakin still marry (I know it's canon but Lucas couldn't write a love story with believable dialogue to save his life, those scenes were cringe worthy), and so on and so forth. That being said there will be moments that Ahsoka might be OOC (out of character for those who don't know what that means) as well as Harry. So before I get to the story I've got some triggers below:
OOC!Jedi!NBWL!Harry – Ok so the reason he'll be OOC is that he's picked up by the Order when he's three years old, so, therefore, he didn't suffer under the Dursleys, or at least not for very long, before getting picked up. Harry will also not be the Boy-Who-Lived, that is reserved for another, and it's not Neville.
Occasional-OOC!Ahsoka – As I stated in the opening, there will be moments where she will be OOC as we only have a small view into her childhood prior to the temple. So based on what I've seen in the Clone Wars series I see her as one of those friendly, personable people.
Wild-Space/Unknown-Regions!Earth – I like this, so therefore it's going to happen. It's also sort of necessary in order for other events to happen, specifically during the Clone Wars as well as the pre-Rebels timeframe.
EU-Clone-Wars!Compatible – There will be certain characters that will appear that are a part of the Expanded Universe Clone Wars stories, you will actually see one of the names in this chapter specifically. This is to help expand the amount of people that Harry interacts with as a Jedi outside of OC's.
Alive!Potters – This is the reason that Harry is not the Boy-Who-Lived. He has a brother who's three years younger than he is that becomes the BWL.
Meddling!Dumbledore – Again I love the meddling Dumbles trope, it's fun to write with. Again, he's not bad, just very misguided in how he SHOULD actually be dealing with matters.
Ahsoka/Harry!Pairing – This is final. It will happen. It has been set in stone. No, there will not be a harem of lovely ladies for him to hook up with though at times it may seem like it. It isn't.
Rating – This will be a Teen (T) to Mature (M) rated fic, I'm not quite sure what exactly I want it to be at right now. I do reserve the right to heighten or lower the rating if I need to. Based on the content that's in the chapter, though, perhaps Older Teen would be appropriate.
Disclaimer: I own nothing other than my laptop and my copy of MS Word. Star Wars belongs to Disney, regrettably. Harry Potter belongs to the Mistress of Magic herself, JK Roweling, as well as Scholastic Books and the Warner Brothers (for book and movie distribution rights). I own all original characters unless otherwise specified. All character names used are fictional, any relation to real people is coincidental.
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"Talking."
'Thinking.'
"Spells."
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Ghost, en route to the Corellian system.
A certain Corellian ship flew inside hyperspace towards its destination, one that even the twi'lek captain of the vessel did not know. Something that made Hera quite frustrated with their new companion.
"So let me get this straight," Hera started, "we're heading to Centerpoint Station to meet a contact neither of us have heard of?"
"Not one you know of anyway," Ahsoka replied.
"So how do you know this guy?" Kanan asked.
"We go back a ways," she replied mysteriously.
"Sheesh, way to be secretive," Sabine commented.
The ship reemerged from hyperspace to see a pretty empty starfield, in front of them were two planets and Centerpoint Station. "Ok, there's no one here," Hera commented.
Ahsoka handed her a data storage device. "Transmit this on the preset frequency," she requested. Immediately the internal speakers played what sounded like a digital rendition of a six toned whistle. A second passed before a ship decloaked off their bow as the light shimmered around it revealing an avian looking ship just slightly larger than the Ghost after adding in the wingspan. "Olly Olly Oxen Free, all are out, all are free (1)," she muttered. The regular crew members of the Ghost looked to each other for a moment, wondering exactly what it meant.
"We've been cleared to dock," Kanan stated. The crew members felt the ship shudder as it clamped on and made an airtight seal with the other ship.
The group, sans Chopper, went to the airlock. Ahsoka took a deep breath and pressed the command to open both airlock doors. What the group was treated to was the sight of a spaceborne bachelor's apartment.
{Shinedown, Cut the Cord}
"Geez, this place is a pigsty," Sabine commented as she saw various electronic and weapon parts scattered about the area. "And what in the Force is that noise?" she asked about the 'music' in question blaring from the cockpit.
"I kinda like it," Zeb replied (2).
The crew of the Ghost slowly approached the cockpit which was above the common area that could only be accessed by a ladder. Ezra, much to the others being unable to grab him, went up the ladder first. What he saw was a thirty-something year old human male sitting back with his feet on the control panel with his arms crossed wearing a billed hat with what looked like a fishing hook attached to it covering his face that looked to be whiskered, a black bantha hide leather jacket which hid a blaster pistol shoulder holster, a plain t-shirt, a pair of black cargo pants, and a pair of black combat boots. He seemed to be sleeping so he reached forward to press the red square on the media player but instead had his arm grabbed swiftly and the sound of a blaster cocking. He looked down at the man to see the barrel of a blaster sticking out from underneath the man's arm.
"Kid, you've got three seconds to back the hell away from my tunes," the man said in a slightly accented, yet gruff voice. Ezra backed up once the man lets go of his wrist. "Geez, the Alliance is recruiting young," he said as he sat up, placing the hat properly on his head revealing his gemstone green eyes. "Where's the rest of your team?" Ezra pointed down towards the common area. The man reached back and turned his 'tunes' off and casually leaped down a level after holstering his blaster.
The man looked at the group but didn't notice the togruta hiding slightly. "So you're the group they sent?" he asked. "What do they need now?"
The crew of the Ghost were stunned. "Wait, we thought you had information for the Rebels?" Kanan asked.
"And who told you that big ol' bowl of malarkey? Only three people know that tune, one of them is me, the second is one who died the day the Empire rose, and the third vanished off the face of the-." It was then he felt a familiar presence. "Ahsoka, it's been a while."
"You're out of practice. You used to be able to clearly feel my presence a system away," the togruta answered as she walked out of the shadows.
"You… look good," he said stepping within arm's reach of each other. It was then she slapped him, hard. The sound of flesh on flesh echoed through the ship and the man fell to the deck. "Ok, I probably deserved that," he said while rubbing his cheek.
"Probably? You DID deserve it," she harrumphed. "You didn't even bother to look for me."
"Well excuse me! It's not like I can post on the holonet and say 'hot young human male Jedi seeking cute female togruta Jedi' in the Missed Connections (3)!" he exclaimed as he got up.
The two stared at each other angrily. The crew of the Ghost expected some sort of fight was about to happen, but what happened next shocked them. Instead of fists thrown the two flung themselves at the other embracing and kissing each other passionately. Kanan was about to cover Ezra's eyes when the apparent couple started to grope each other, but it was Hera who cleared her throat.
"Ahsoka, is there something you'd like to tell us?" Hera asked expectantly as the two separated begrudgingly.
Both had a slight dusting of red on their cheeks. "Well, this is captain of the Nightingale and former Jedi Knight-."
"Hadrian Potter at your service," the man interrupted.
"Wait… you're a Jedi?" Ezra asked.
"I could ask you the same question," Harry retorted, eying the kid's lightsaber.
"How did you survive this long?" Sabine asked.
"Well, it's all part of a multifaceted story that could take a while."
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Earth, Sol. Little Winging, Surrey. Night. Many years ago.
This wasn't the first time that the Force had drawn her somewhere, but into uncharted space? Well, it was certainly a new one, that's for sure; especially when that place is an underdeveloped world that had just mastered orbital satellites, spacecraft, and space stations. There is a protocol for planets such as these and as per Republic laws any visitors were not allowed to share any technology, as the planet's society would have to develop it themselves, and they would need to keep a low profile as to not expose themselves as aliens to the planet's populace. This was the reason why the two brown cloaked beings walking down the street landed in a nearby forest. These two wandered the streets looking for something, or someone rather (4).
"Now where, Master?" the shorter of the two asked, clearly a female from the pitch of her voice; a teenager, if anyone was on the streets to listen.
"The Force led you here, my apprentice, not me. Reach out and let the Force guide you to where we need to go," the older one replied, a male from his vocal pitch.
The apprentice looked down both sides of the street, all of the housing units in this particular neighborhood were completely identical, as if everyone was a clone of each other; and if the apprentice was to be honest with herself, it creeped her out. And so she did what her Master suggested, she closed her eyes and reached out and let the will of the Force guide her footsteps. Less than ten minutes later she felt her Master's hand on her shoulder, when she opened her eyes she saw that her Master had prevented her from walking into a door.
"You have done well, my apprentice," he said proudly, patting her on the back. "Now let us see why you were led here, shall we?" He then knocked on the door politely. They then waited patiently but nothing happened. The master then knocked a little harder, yet still politely.
"WAIT FOR A GODDAMN MINUTE FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!" a male voice shouted from inside the domicile. There were heavy footfalls as someone approached the door. When it opened the master-apprentice duo were treated to the appearance of what could only be described as the spawn of what would happen if a Hutt and a toydarian successfully mated, out was safe to say that underneath their hoods both master and apprentice cringed at the thought. When he saw them it looked like he turned the shade of a red vegetable used commonly in condiments. "WHAT ARE YOU FREAKS DOING HERE?"
"Peace, sir. We are merely travelers seeking directions," the master stated.
"I WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU FREAKS! NOW LEAVE!"
The master tapped into the Force and waved his hand subtly, "You will let us come inside for a moment."
His eyes drooped and glazed over repeating, "I will let you come inside for a moment." He then stood aside, letting them pass as though he was a butler.
"You will sit on the sofa quietly," the master intoned as he closed the door.
"I will sit on the sofa quietly." The extremely obese man then sat down on this sofa, straining the springs and frame, without saying a word, staring blankly at the television.
"Damn right you will," the apprentice muttered.
"Tell me, my apprentice, where is the Force guiding you?" the master asked.
She closed her eyes once more and walked towards a cupboard below the stairs that was only big enough to hold cleaning supplies. "Here," she pointed at the door. "The Force guides me to whatever's on the other side of this door."
"Then open it."
The apprentice reached out, her hand covered in fingerless gloves that revealed her light blue skin, and grabbed the primitive door knob. She twisted it after undoing many locks on the outside of the door, when she opened the door, what she saw disgusted her and her master alike. There in a space just large enough for a youngling to stand in was a young human boy that looked to be of three years old that was wearing clothing much too large for him that covered in old blood stains. The boy, however, was covered in bruises, some looked fresh while others were older. The boy was barely conscious, an eye barely tracking the two cloaked figures.
The master could feel his apprentice's anger rolling off of her in waves. He placed a hand on her shoulder, "Calm yourself, young one. Do not let your anger lead you to the Dark Side."
She took several deep breaths, allowing her rage to subside yet her anger remained, righteous anger. "But master, surely we must do something," she replied.
"What does the Force tell you to do?"
She focused once more, "It tells me that we should take him with us back to Coruscant, to the Temple."
"And the others in this house?"
She paused. "Leave them, they will have their comeuppance soon."
"I agree. Carry him, I will cover us." The apprentice nodded. She knelt down next to the child and picked him up gently in her arms, his head against her chest. She could sense without trying that the child was strong in the Force, just as strong as Kenobi in potential if she were to take a guess. Her master then walked over to the hutt-spawn. He waved once more channeling the Force, "You never saw us."
"I never saw you," he replied in the Mind Trick trance.
The apprentice followed the master out of the house with the boy. They walked quickly out of the home, closing the door quietly behind them with the Force. They walked quickly down the town's streets, the apprentice using her cloak to cover the boy as the night was quite brisk. As they entered the forest they could hear a weak crack echoing from the housing development, but something about it echoed in the Force wrongly that made them quicken their pace towards their ship. A few minutes of Force-enhanced running later, they arrived at their YT-1930 freighter licensed to the Jedi Order. The master pressed a few buttons on his gauntlet remote and the boarding ramp lowered on the left side while looking at the centrally mounted cockpit.
It was then they both felt a tremor in the Force. "Aayla, get the youngling on the ship and start the engines," the master stated.
"Are you sure, Master Voss?" the apprentice, Aayla, replied.
"Yes, now hurry." The girl quickly made her way up the boarding ramp with the boy. She carefully made her way into the quarters reserved normally for the captain and carefully placed the boy on the bed. She lowered her hood, allowing her lekku to be free from the cloak's hood, and covered the boy with the blanket, tucking him securely in place so he wouldn't fall easily upon takeoff. She then proceeded to move into the cockpit and started the initial takeoff sequence. As she viewed her master, she wondered why her master waited for something. Her question was answered when an elderly human male literally appeared in front of him with a much larger explosion sound wearing garish purple robes.
"Who are you, and what are you doing taking young Harry?" he asked, brandishing a stick of wood.
The Jedi Master readied himself for battle, his lightsaber just within reach. "My name is unimportant. My goal is removing the boy from his abusers," Voss replied.
"Abusers?" the old man asked in a false tone that bled false innocence. "Those people were his aunt and uncle and he was left in their care."
"I can tell from your voice that you do not regret leaving the boy with them. Let us leave now in peace and you can leave with your life," Voss said seriously.
"Is that a threat?"
Voss shook his head. "No, it is a warning."
The old man pointed his stick towards Voss like a simpleton would a blaster. "Then I'm truly sorry that it has come to this. Stupefy." At once a white jet of light not dissimilar of a blaster bolt left the man's stick.
Voss ignited his lightsaber with its signature snap-hiss and used the green blade of contained plasma to bat the bolt away into some trees. The old man was stunned as this was unexpected. "Is that all?" Voss asked with a raised eyebrow, egging the man on.
This seemed to enrage the old man. "Baubillious." At once, lightning, not dissimilar to fabled Sith Lightning but yellow in color, leaped from the stick, to which Voss once more caught with the lightsaber. "Bombarda." Voss leaped from his initial position just as a blast that was comparable with a low-level thermal detonator exploded sending dust and debris around.
Inside the cockpit, Aayla finished the pre-flight checklist and started to ignite the primary ion engines. The rumbled to life as everything behind the ship was glowing with a blue light. The ship raised itself just high enough for Master Voss to reach using a Force assisted jump. Seeing that the freighter was airborne Voss threw a strong Force Push towards the old man, throwing him into a tree, to which Voss could hear the man's skull connect with the wood regardless of the ion engine's rumbling. He leaped up with assistance from the Force onto the landing ramp and stood in it, lightsaber still ignited, as it closed.
As the ramp closed and sealed Voss deactivated his blade and yelled, "Punch it, Aayla!" The ship lurched forward as it sped away, the old man still trying to tag a few spells on the ship whose deflector shields defused. He walked into the cockpit as they breached the atmosphere. "Good job, my apprentice. Set course for Coruscant," he said with pride as he watched over his apprentice's hands flying over the controls. Once the freighter leaped into hyperspace Voss took over, "Attend to the boy. Treat whatever injuries you can with the medkit on board, the rest the healers at the temple will have to treat."
"Yes, master," she replied as she left the cockpit.
Meanwhile, on the ground, one Albus Dumbledore was not a happy man. The abused brother of the Boy-Who-Lived was taken away by extraterrestrial beings in a space ship that had only been fanaticized about on television shows and film. One thing was for certain, once Lily and James learned that their eldest son, whom they left at the Dursleys at Dumbledore's slightly forceful Legilimens enhanced request, was kidnapped they were going to be out for blood. That was, unless, he managed to cover it up. He had eight years before the Hogwarts letter for Harry's class went out to find him, after that though anything could happen. After all the Greater Good could not be accomplished if all the pieces were not in play.
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The Jedi Temple, Coruscant. Two days later.
"Master Voss, ready to give your report, you are?" Jedi Grand Master Yoda, gesturing to the master-apprentice duo.
"I am, master," Voss replied. "Approximately five days ago my apprentice Aayla received a vision in the Force while meditating."
"Padawan Secura, what did you see in your vision?" Master Mundi asked.
The apprentice took a step forward. "I saw a youngling curled into a ball in a dark place, however, I could not see his face," Aayla replied.
"Then how know you have the right child, did you?" Yoda asked.
"The Force guided me to the right child, he was under a staircase in his relative's home. I treated what injuries I could with the medkit on board."
"He is strong in this Force," Voss added.
The council members looked at each other and nodded in agreement. "Test him when he has recovered, we will," Yoda decreed. Aayla started to leave, but Voss remained. "Master Voss, more to say have you?"
"While my apprentice was taking care of the boy and preparing the freighter for launch, I encountered one of the locals. He used the Force in a unique way: through a stick of all things as some sort of focus. Through incantations of a language I did not recognize he attacked me with a type of white light, yellow lightning, and an explosive; all of them originated from the stick. My theory is that this is a type of manipulation of the Force not dissimilar to the fabled Sith Sorcery of Revan's era or the Dathomiri witches Force manipulation."
"Do you believe the man you encountered was a Sith?" Master Windu asked, his index fingers steepled.
"While I can neither confirm or deny that it was a Sith, I did sense a powerful aura around the man during our fight."
"Hmm," Yoda hummed. "Whether this will require further action, meditate we will."
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One year later. Youngling dormitories, Jedi Temple.
It had been one year since Harry had arrived on the city-planet Coruscant, and every day he was still amazed by the things that many of his other dorm mates took for granted. For example: sky cars, aka speeders, Earth did not have these at all; or the countless spaceships taking off and arriving every moment of the day on the capital planet where Earthlings only had rudimentary rockets. And then there were the 'aliens' (5). They were the most wondrous beings he had ever seen. First, there was the Jedi Council. There was Master Mundi who had a massive head, there was Master Ti who had these head things that he didn't know what they were as well as orange skin, then there was Master Yoda who was as short as he was but was also over nine hundred years old as well, and then there was his big-sister-like figure Aayla who was blue with these head-tail attachments in her head called lekku.
Harry was like any other child his age, hyper and his attention was everywhere. For the caretakers getting him to learn the history of the Jedi as well as learning how to read and write in Aurebesh was a chore. The caretakers had so much of an issue with this that they implored the Council for a tutor to keep him on track. And so that was how Aayla became Harry's tutor whenever she wasn't training with Master Voss or on a mission as she was the only being in the temple that he would legitimately listen to when it came to his studies.
Today was a special day in the youngling dormitories, as today they were to be randomly sorted into 'clans' that they would spend the rest of their time together at the temple before they were taken on as apprentices. Harry was both excited and worried as he did want to meet new people, but he was worried if the people he was going to be with were going to like him. Nervously the four-year-old walked up to the message board and searched for his name, he was sorted into the Clawmouse Clan along with three others in one section of the dorms for the clan (6).
He walked to his new dorm with his only two possessions, a datapad, and a comlink, and stood in front of the door. With his rudimentary Force training, he could sense the other three beings inside. Taking a deep, calming breath he pushed a button on the console beside the door and it opened to reveal three girls around his age.
The first of the three, a togruta with orange skin with white facial markings and striped blue and white lekku and montrals bounded up to him with an impossibly large smile and said, "Hi, I'm Ahsoka! What's your name?"
The girl was so close that he leaned back instinctively. "Umm, Harry," he replied nervously.
"Hi, Harry and welcome to the Clawmouse clan! Come over and meet everyone else," she said excitedly before grabbing his hand, dragging him over to the other two girls. "This is Barriss," she said, gesturing to the older mirilanian.
The green skinned girl replied with a shy, "Hello."
"And this is Etain," Ahsoka said, gesturing to the only other human in the room.
"Greetings," the girl said with a slight bow.
"I have a feeling we're going to be best friends!" Ahsoka said with a toothy grin.
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Meanwhile with Yoda…
"Master Yoda, if I may be so bold to ask," Master Windu asked while viewing the datapad with the room assignments for the sorted younglings, "why did you put three female younglings with one male?"
The old, yet wise Master chuckled as if remembering something funny told to him long ago. "Testing a theory, I am," he replied cryptically.
"A theory?" the much younger Master asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Told me something long ago, a friend once did. Wish to see if it is true, I do." As Yoda reminisced, Windu only hummed in thought attempting to figure out what the Grandmaster was attempting to test.
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Present, Corellia.
"And that's how I met my very good friend Ahsoka," Harry concluded the portion of his tale. The rest of the Ghost crew were either leaning on a support beam or sitting at the dining table in the common area.
"So let me get this straight," Ezra asked, "you were taken from your very primitive homeworld-."
"Yep."
"-Taken to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant-."
"Correct."
"-Where you met Ahsoka?"
"Uhhuh."
"So how did you and her, you know…?" he trailed.
"Hook up?" Harry bluntly replied. "It wasn't simple with all the Jedi ethics about no attachments and such. Contrary to popular teachings, some attachments were good."
"So where's your lightsaber?" Ezra asked.
Harry sighed. "Like your master Kanan knows, carrying around one is pretty much a death sentence these days." Another question then popped into his head. He turned to Ahsoka, "So why did you come all this way for little ol' me?"
"To catch up," Ahsoka replied. Harry raised an eyebrow. "And to ask you to join the Rebellion."
"You know I don't get involved anymore."
"But you have to!" Ezra pleaded. "The galaxy is in chaos!"
"Kid, the galaxy is always in chaos," Harry dismissively replied. "Stars are anyways being born and dying in supernovas, some drunk is getting mugged or killed in a dank dark alley, a mother dies because of birthing complications, and an idiot dies flying into a piece of debris because he forgot to check the couplings on his deflector shield generator. Chaos exists everywhere, nothing we can do about it, well not the coupling one at least."
"But the Empire is evil!"
"I'm not arguing that they aren't evil," Harry replied standing up. "They're being run, for the most part, by asshat human supremacists who care more about money lining their pockets than the people they represent or rule over."
"But-!"
"You guys go back aboard the Ghost; I need to have a word with Harry. In private," Ahsoka said to the crew interrupting Ezra.
One by one the multi-background crew left through the airlock, Ezra shot Harry a dirty look. A moment later the airlock hissed shut and Harry turned to Ahsoka. She was giving him a less accusatory look, but one that expressed her distaste none-the-less. "What did you want me to say, huh? The Empire has millions of capital ships and fighters and more than enough 'patriotic' Imperial citizens ready to fight against the Rebel 'terrorists' with a few broadcasts on the Imperial Holonet," Harry ranted, oblivious to the fact Ahsoka was closing in. "I mean hit and run tactics work for a while like they did with the Vietcong against the Americans (7), but the Imps aren't Americans. They'll slaughter all in their way regardless of affiliation or public outcry. They won't give a flying fu-."
He was cut off by a togruta kissing him once more. After a moment they separated. "You talk too much," she said sweetly that reminded him of a time like this so long ago it felt like a lifetime ago. Ahsoka once more leaned in and kissed Harry once more. They slowly moved towards the only 'quarters' on the ship, that being a bed below the cockpit, leaving pieces of each other's clothing they took off each other as they went. It wasn't long before they were both naked as the day they were born and at the edge of the bed. They leaned back and engaged in the lovers' dance slowly, relishing in sensations they had not felt in a long time. Every emotion they felt, attraction, love, lust, and some frustration and loneliness, were all fed to each other through the Force. Time passed, they didn't know if it was minutes or hours as time had lost all meaning to them during their coupling; but finally they rested after their releases, holding on tightly to each other, savoring each other's warmth as she laid on top of him, their legs entangled.
"I've missed this," Harry said as he slowly caressed one of her lekku.
"The sex?" Ahsoka teased, loving how it felt once more.
"Well there's that," Harry teased back, earning him a playful slap on his arm. "But what I've really missed is just being with you again."
She looked up, her blue eyes meeting his emerald ones. "Then why not join us? We would be together all the time."
"I can't. The war, the Empire, they've taken so much from me, from both of us. Barriss during your farce of a trial and her death later at Felucia. Master Secura. Etain killed by a padawan on a bridge on Coruscant by accident. All the younglings we saw as brothers and sisters slaughtered at the Temple and around the galaxy."
"But you still have me. I'm still here."
"I know, but for the longest time, I thought I'd lost you too," he replied as he cupped her face and ran a thumb over her cheek fondly.
"Then come with me, you don't have to join the Rebellion, but come for my sake," she pleaded.
"And do what?"
She was silent for a moment. "Help me train the boy."
"The boy? Doesn't he already have a master?"
"Yes but he too never finished the Trials like I did before I quit. You were the only one of us to pass the Trials before the Purges. Kanan was still a padawan at the time. Ezra has potential like you did after you came to Coruscant."
"He reminds you of me, does he?" Harry teased.
"In a sense. He's compassionate, passionate about his goals, and loyal to his friends."
"Sounds familiar."
"So will you do it?" Ahsoka asked once more.
XxXxXxX
An hour later…
Harry and Ahsoka walked into the common area of the Ghost after a shower. One difference in Harry was that he wasn't wearing his jacket, yet still had his shoulder holsters on.
"What're you doing here?" Ezra asked with a slightly hostile tone.
"After an hour or so of intense... negotiations, Ahsoka and I have come to an agreement," Harry replied. "While I won't join the Rebels-." The younger members of the crew grumbled. "-because of personal reasons. I will assist the crew of the Ghost, and the Rebels by proxy, by fighting against the Empire when the opportunity arises."
"I don't get it," Zeb replied scratching his head, obviously confused.
"In other words, he's a freelancer who just so happens to hate the Empire with a passion," Ahsoka replied.
"A mercenary?" Kanan asked.
"More like a highly paid volunteer," Harry retorted. "Don't get me wrong, I have no love for the Empire just like the rest of you, nor am I easily swayed by cash. Plus, I've already discussed payment for my services with Ahsoka and she agreed."
Hera sighed, "How much is this going to set the Alliance back?"
"Unless I have to drag my ships into it, you'd receive invoices to pass on for fuel and munitions replenishment, but otherwise, just for resources I use during missions."
Ahsoka raised an eyebrow, "Ships, as in more than one?"
"No?" he lied.
"Harry..." she trailed, giving him the stink eye.
"I, uh, might have stolenanimperialstardestroyer," he finished quickly.
Everyone in the room was silent in dumbfounded awe. Finally, Sabine spoke up. "Wait, YOU managed to steal an Imperial star destroyer?" she asked. "How?"
"Well... I didn't do it alone," he replied while rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.
"Statement: Of course you didn't, master," a synthesized voice from behind them stated. They turned around to see a black Separatist Commando Droid with two blaster pistols maglocked to its thighs. "Prideful boasting: It was most pleasurable dispatching those elite Stormtrooper meatbags and that pseudo-Sith."
Harry pinched his nose as Ahsoka's hand stayed towards her lightsaber. "HK, what are you doing here?"
"Disgusted statement: My olfactory sensors could no longer take the scent of copulation any longer so I decided to get some 'fresh air' as it were."
Both Harry and Ahsoka looked away from each other pretending that they didn't do anything, but the very light blush on their cheeks sold them out. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Observation: The body language you and the togruta display suggest you're lying. Addendum: The cheek discoloration you call a 'blush' does not assist your lie either."
"Harry, who is this?" Ahsoka asked.
"Ahsoka, crew of the Ghost, this is HK-47," Harry replied.
"Hold on," Kanan interrupted, "I know my Republic and Jedi history's a little rusty, but wasn't HK-47 Revan's assassin droid?"
"Ok, I might have stolen the memory core from the original HK-47 in the Temple from the Revanchist Vault and copied it over to a newer module that fits in that commando droid."
"You broke into the Revanchist Vault? When?" Ahsoka asked in surprise.
"When I was sixteen, I think. I didn't transfer the data to the commando droid until I got it in the closing days of the War. A trooper EMPed it-."
"Don't you mean Ee-em-pee?" Sabine skeptically asked.
"No, I mean EMP (8). Anyway, a trooper EMPed it and during an attempted assassination and I… repurposed it."
"Since when did a Jedi need an assassin droid?" Zeb asked.
"I dunno, but he's saved me more times than I can count. In fact, the only reason I survived the initial purges was because of HK."
"Complement: You are a most competent master, it would've been a shame to lose such a competent master to such underhanded tactics," HK stated.
"I find that a bit ironic, coming from an assassin droid," Ahsoka dryly retorted.
"Statement: Assassination and betrayal are two different things. Assassination takes time and preparation, analyzation of your target's strengths and weaknesses, their patterns and habits, everything that makes them an individual. Betrayal is so simple and inelegant."
"Back to how you captured an Imperial Star Destroyer," Hera tried to get them on track.
"Addendum: It was a new Imperial II-class destroyer."
"You stole a one hundred forty-five million credit destroyer!?"
"An understaffed cruiser with a skeleton crew with conscripted troopers, they weren't hard to convince. It was the Storm Commandos and the Inquisitor trying to track me on the other hand that were a pain in the ass," Harry replied.
"Storm Commandos?" Ahsoka asked.
"They're not part of the regular Imperial Navy (9). They're spec ops troopers. They make all the grunts you've faced, Vader's 501st and the Inquisitors aside, look like children using toy blasters. It was only because of HK and his, quite literal, killer programming that allowed me to get out of there alive with a new ship that I can't really use outside of a base to park in."
"You never answered my question about your lightsaber," Ezra asked, changing the subject.
Harry didn't say anything, but he twitched his fingers in what seemed to be a combination on his right hand. At once, lines appeared on his forearm to reveal that they were synthflesh covered plates of a prosthetic cybernetic limb (10). He reached inside in between the limb's structure and pulled out a lightsaber hilt that was about two hand lengths long. There was nothing particularly striking about it other than it was chrome plated, likely with another alloy, and had a leather grip on the hilt. Around the emitter plate, there was a slotted guard that had four protrusions that allowed the blade, once lit, to be seen. It was then he ignited it. Whereas Ezra's and Kanan's blades were cerulean and Ahsoka's were pure white, Harry's blade was a deep navy blue with a black core (11).
"I hope you're ready kid, because you're about to get a crash course in everything Jedi," Harry replied.
To be continued…?
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So there we go, that's the pilot chapter of this Harry/Ahsoka fic. Before I get to other things, notes! (Because I like to make references and explain stuff)
1. This is actually a dual reference. First of all, "Olly Olly Oxen Free" is said after the seeker in Hide and Go Seek can't find the rest of the hiders. The second is the tune, it's the tune played in Halo 5: Guardians when Chief and pals are on the Forerunner world Genesis, I thought it was appropriate.
2. It was said in an interview that the crew of Star Wars: Rebels was like a family. Hera and Kanan the parents, Zeb the older brother, Sabine the middle child, and Ezra the baby of the family. I figure that the elder brother figure would like harder rock music, I know I do.
3. Craigslist, need I say more?
4. I'm seriously just making this up as I go along. I used both Star Trek's and Mass Effect's sort of regulations when encountering planets with tech under theirs.
5. It's all a matter of perspective, to native Coruscant residents HE'S the alien.
6. Again I have no clue how this all works since information about pre-apprenticeship is scarce other than there's clans that kids are sorted into at the temple. I sort of took an RWBY approach to this. Looking through each of the listed characters (Ahsoka, Barriss, and Etain) ONLY Ahsoka had an initiate clan listed, so, therefore, I'm taking a little creative freedom with this. This also makes Barriss' betrayal in the final season of the Clone Wars much more heartfelt and deviating for both Harry and Ahsoka.
7. I remember an analyst saying in some book that if there hadn't been a public outcry against the Vietnam War America would have won against North Vietnam.
8. It's a Red vs. Blue reference, and it's absolutely hilarious when it's said.
9. This is a plot point from the game Star Wars: Rogue Squadron III: Rebel Strike where they introduce a spec ops unit called the Storm Commandos, I thought it deserved a little love as it was one of my favorite games when I was younger.
10. I got the inspiration for this cybernetic limb from the game Deus Ex: Human Revolution. Great game, can't wait for the sequel Mankind Divided.
11. I thought that Harry's blade deserved a little uniqueness to set him apart from the rest of the Jedi.
Tell me what you think and if I should continue this further. Constructive criticism will be listened/read, flames will be ignored and/or blocked. Until next time, everyone!