At the close of their first year at Hogwarts, Padawan apprentices Iris Potter and Harry Potter found themselves in a difficult position as the current ongoing battle at Alderaan has taken its toll on the Jedi Order. Resources were stretched thin, and it seemed that every decision was a struggle between bending the rules to keep them from being broken.

As Grandmaster Zym sat at the head of the long table, his eyes scanned the holographic map hovering above it. The blue light cast shadows on his aged face as he watched red dots representing Sith forces move across the stars. Only a small number of Jedi remained to handle the galaxy's other troubles. A frown creased his brow. "I am uncomfortable with this," he said softly to himself, "but I have no choice."

He opened his datapad and tapped the screen a few times. He took a deep breath and composed himself before calling Satele Shan and Silandra Comoran. When Satele picked up, he could hear her calm voice on the other end. "Deputy Grandmaster Satele Shan, Master Silandra Comoran..." His words caught in his throat as he hesitated to deliver the news. "I'm afraid to tell you this is not a social call."

Satele clenched the datapad as she waited for a response, then cursed and asked in an exasperated tone, "What is the situation, Grandmaster?" She heard a long sigh before the other end of the line finally spoke.

Zym's voice was gruff yet he spoke with a sort of tenderness. "I know it isn't common practice to send Padawans under the age of fourteen on medium-high-risk missions, but in light of the Battle of Alderaan, I feel that we are left with no choice." He paused and then leaned forward in his seat. His hands clasped together tightly as he continued. "I have two missions for you: one is to shut down a slavery ring operating on Phadoes, which is a Republic-controlled planet in the Outer Rim. This ring is providing funding for the Sith War effort; the other mission is to shut down a spice network on Nirn, another source of funding for the Sith War effort. Both of these missions are of utmost importance, and we believe that with your guidance, the Padawans can be of great assistance."

Silandra's face contorted in concern. "With all due respect, Grandmaster, are we to put these younglings in harm's way? They are still in their formative years, and we risk not only their lives but their mental well-being as well."

Zym nodded slowly, a burden evident in his eyes. "I understand your concerns, Master Comoran. This decision wasn't made lightly. However, the Force moves in mysterious ways. These two Padawans have shown exceptional prowess and resilience for their age. The Force seems to be exceptionally strong with them. We believe they can handle it, especially under your supervision."

Satele took a moment, digesting the weight of what was being asked. She had seen images of the devastation caused by the Sith on Alderaan a battle still ongoing. She understood the gravity of the situation and the necessity of their mission. "Very well, Grandmaster, we are on a Dolphin class passenger ship, and we will be crossing from unexplored space to the outer rim in about five minutes where is the nearest Jedi Outpost, I am going to note I am not comfortable with this my Padawan Harry Potter is still not mentally well from his ordeal in Nar Shadda."

Silandra's voice reverberated through Satele's Datapad as she spoke, "Grandmaster Zym, my Padawan Iris Potter is not combat trained." The urgency in her tone was unmistakable as she continued. "Please send someone else to accompany us. Someone more experienced in the field, especially if we're tackling both missions."

Grandmaster Zym leaned back in his seat, eyes drifting over the holographic map, reflecting on the dwindling number of available Jedi. "Your concerns are valid, but I am assigning you Deputy Grandmaster Satele Shan and your Padawan Harry Potter to the mission on Phadoes. Master Silandra Comoran and your Padawan Iris Potter to the mission on Nirn. As for available to assist you I only have two, Master Orgus Dinn and Kight Kiara Lynn. In both of these missions, time is of the essence."

Satele's steel blue eyes snapped shut as she declared her refusal. "Absolutely not," she said in a firm voice. She reached for the datapad on her desk, and brushed her fingers over it, bringing up reports on Nar Shaddaa, Phadoes, and Nirn. "Grandmaster," she said slowly. "I am sorry but my padawan is still recovering from the incident in Nar Shaddaa, and both Iris and Harry are only 11 years old. These are medium-high-risk missions, and I will not force my padawan to have more trauma by forcing him to experience a slave ring." She paused, folding her hands over the datapad. "If we must go on these missions, I suggest we swap roles - my padawan and I take the mission to Nirn and Master Comoran and Padawan Iris take on Phadoes. And I am telling you that if you don't accept that offer, then I am stepping down from this mission entirely."

Silence stretched in the holo-call, punctuated only by the ambient hum of the transmission. Grandmaster Zym's eyes, weary and old, bore into Satele's. He could feel the weight of her conviction, her protective instincts toward her padawan, and her profound concern for the future of the Jedi Order.

"I respect your commitment to the well-being of your Padawan, Deputy Grandmaster Shan," Zym finally said, his voice raspy. "We live in dire times, and we are forced to make choices that we never would have considered before. However, we must also remember that the fate of the galaxy hangs in the balance."

Satele stood her ground, although she knew it was a risky move to challenge Grandmaster Zym. She spoke in an even tone. "With all due respect, Grandmaster Zym, I am not suggesting that we swap out missions. I'm telling you that my padawan and I will not be going unless the mission assignments are changed. There is another benefit to this change: Iris is an empath, which means she can connect with the freed slaves on a deeper level than most people, while Harry has the ability to acquire information about events or individuals through touch - simply by touching an object connected to them."

Zym's eyes widened and he stepped back. "He has Psychometry?" he exclaimed, his voice a mixture of disbelief and amazement. "But how? That is an incredibly rare ability. How did we not know about this earlier?"

Satele looked down, a hint of regret in her eyes. "It was discovered during his time in Nar Shaddaa. The trauma of the incident triggered his ability, and he was able to access memories and feelings connected to an object. It took us by surprise, and he struggled to control it. That's one of the reasons why his recovery has been so difficult."

Silandra chimed in, "With the nature of the slaving ring on Phadoes, Harry's ability would indeed be more beneficial on Nirn. Acquiring information about the spice network and the individuals involved would be far simpler for him. Meanwhile, as Satele mentioned, Iris's empathetic abilities would be invaluable in connecting with and helping the slaves on Phadoes. It's a more practical distribution of our resources."

Grandmaster Zym pondered for a moment, processing the new information. "Very well," he began slowly, "I will respect your wishes, Deputy Grandmaster Shan. Master Comoran, you and Padawan Iris Potter will handle Phadoes, while Deputy Grandmaster Shan and Padawan Harry Potter will take on Nirn."

Silandra gave a nod of gratitude. "Thank you, Grandmaster. And Master Orgus Dinn and Knight Kiara Lynn?"

Zym nodded. "Yes, they will be at your disposal. Master Orgus Dinn will accompany Deputy Grandmaster Satele Shan and Padawan Harry Potter to Nirn. His experience in undercover operations and knowledge of the criminal underworld will be invaluable. Knight Kiara Lynn will accompany Master Silandra Comoran and Padawan Iris Potter to Phadoes. Her expertise in counter-slavery operations and rescue missions will be crucial."

Satele let out a relieved sigh. "Thank you, Grandmaster. We will do our utmost to ensure these missions are a success."

Silandra nodded in agreement. "The galaxy is in turmoil, but with our combined efforts, we can make a difference. We will depart immediately."

Satele looked at the position of the spacecraft and turned back to the holocall "Grandmaster Zym, we are currently travelling through the Bakura Sector along the Border from Wild Space and Outer Rim can you tell us where Master Dinn and Knight Lynn are? and where is the nearest Jedi Outpost to us?"

Grandmaster Zym quickly swiped across his datapad, pulling up a star map of the galaxy, with various markers indicating the positions of Jedi and their outposts. "Let's see... Ah, here we are. Master Orgus Dinn is currently stationed on the Jedi outpost on the planet Rakir, which is in the Sertar sector, adjacent to your current location. He was working on local skirmishes there, but I'll have him reroute to meet you immediately."

"As for Knight Kiara Lynn," Zym continued, "she is closer to you, on a diplomatic mission on Bakura itself. She should be able to rendezvous with you quickly."

Zym zoomed in on the map, and a small dot lit up. "The nearest Jedi Outpost to your current position is on the planet Enarc, located in the same Bakura sector you're passing through. It's a small outpost, mostly for reconnaissance and support. But they can provide you with some logistical assistance if needed."

Satele acknowledged the information, "Thank you, Grandmaster. We will head to Enarc and await the rendezvous with Master Dinn and Knight Lynn. We'll ensure everything is prepared before embarking on our respective missions."

"Very well," Grandmaster Zym replied, his eyes conveying the weight of responsibility he felt. "May the Force be with you all. The galaxy is in desperate need of the hope you bring. Do not underestimate the importance of these missions."

Silandra offered a reassuring smile. "We understand, Grandmaster. We'll make sure to give it our all."

With that, the holographic call ended, and the two Jedi Masters took a moment to absorb the gravity of the tasks ahead. It was Satele who finally managed to break the silence "What are we going to tell Iris and Harry"

Silandra looked out of the viewport, the stars streaking past as the ship travelled at lightspeed. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, "Honestly? We tell them the truth. We let them know what's at stake and why their involvement is crucial. We also let them know about the change in mission assignments and why we believe this is the best course of action."

Satele finishes changing course on the ship, "Let's tell them now before they wonder why we dropped out of hyperspace too early, they were expecting to go to the main temple in Coruscant as their first year of Hogwarts is done yet now, now we're diverting them on a mission they aren't fully prepared for." She sighed. "I just hope they understand and can handle this. Harry is still reeling from Nar Shaddaa, and Iris, while strong, is still young."

The two Masters made their way to the ship's common area, where Iris and Harry were engrossed in a heated game of Dejarik, the holographic board game. The young Padawans looked up as their Masters entered the room, the game momentarily forgotten.

Silandra took the lead, kneeling down to be at eye level with her young apprentice. "Iris, Harry, there's been a change in plans. Instead of heading straight to Coruscant, we have urgent missions we must undertake."

Harry's brow furrowed, confusion evident in his eyes. "Missions? But Master Satele, we're just Padawans. Shouldn't Knights or Masters handle things like this?"

Satele nodded sympathetically. "Under normal circumstances, yes. But the galaxy is in turmoil, and we are needed. You both have unique skills that could help turn the tide in these missions."

Iris looked puzzled. "But what about our training? And our safety?"

Silandra responded, "Your training is vital, Iris, and it will continue. But sometimes, the best way to learn is through real-world experiences. And remember, you won't be alone. We'll be with you every step of the way, as will Master Dinn and Knight Lynn."

Satele chimed in, "We'll be careful, and we'll ensure you're both safe. But the galaxy needs us now, more than ever. Harry, your ability to gain insights from objects and Iris, your empathic abilities, can make a difference."

Harry looked down, deep in thought, and then met Satele's gaze. "I understand, Master. If you believe in us, then I trust you."

Iris nodded, determination shining in her eyes. "We'll do our best, Master Comoran. The galaxy is our home, and we'll do what it takes to protect it."

Silandra smiled, pride evident in her expression. "Thank you both. We'll be arriving at the Jedi Outpost on Enarc soon, where we'll rendezvous with Master Dinn and Knight Lynn. Rest now, and gather your strength. The days ahead will be challenging, but with the Force as our ally, we will prevail."

"Harry when we arrive at Enarc I am going to go through some grenade drills with you. I have not taught you the different kinds of grenades nor how to use them, the five grenades are EMP, Flash, Smoke, Plasma, and Thermal detonators," Satele informed him.

Harry's eyes widened slightly, "Grenades, Master? We haven't used anything like that in our training before."

Satele nodded, "I know, Harry. But given the situation and the challenges we might face on Nirn, I want you to be prepared for every possible scenario. Grenades can be invaluable tools, not just weapons. They can create distractions, neutralize threats, or help us escape from tight situations. But they're also dangerous if not used correctly, which is why we need to practice."

Iris looked over at them, intrigued, "And what about me, Master Comoran? What will we be going over?"

Silandra thought for a moment, "We'll focus on enhancing your empathic abilities. On Phadoes, you'll be dealing with traumatized individuals. I want you to be able to not only sense their emotions but also help them find calm and stability. We'll also work on some basic combat techniques, just in case."

Iris nodded, determination evident in her expression, "I'm ready to learn."

"Good, one thing you have to keep in mind is rescue missions are very dangerous, they are in fact one of the most dangerous missions we will ever have, mostly because we will have to keep in mind the hostages and ourselves, and there is the very large possibility that the Sith will execute the hostages. and let us add to the fact the hostages will be mentally and physically traumatized, which can make them unpredictable," Silandra warned. "Our primary goal will always be to save as many as we can, but we must be prepared for the hard reality that we might not save everyone. And in some cases, our intervention could put them at greater risk."

Iris swallowed hard, her throat tightening at the thought. "I understand, Master. But we have to try, don't we?"

Silandra placed a comforting hand on her Padawan's shoulder. "Of course, we do. That's why we're Jedi. But we must approach every situation with clarity and caution. Emotions like fear and desperation can cloud our judgment. We must remain centred and trust in the Force."

Satele looked between the two Padawans. "It's essential to understand that despite our best efforts, things might not go as planned. We must be adaptable, and always be ready to change our strategies based on the situation. The Sith are cunning adversaries, and they won't hesitate to use any advantage they have against us."

Harry clenched his fist, trying to come to terms with the weight of the upcoming mission. "Master, what about our mission?"

Satele looked at Harry, seeing the concern in his young eyes. "Our mission on Nirn involves disrupting a spice network. The criminal underworld has gained significant traction, and we believe the Sith are using the trade routes and profits to further their dark ambitions. Your Psychometry ability will be crucial in helping us trace back the origins of transactions, shipments, and key players in this network. We need to dismantle the core structure from within, which means gathering as much intelligence as we can."

Harry nodded, processing the information. "So, we're going undercover?"

"In a manner of speaking, yes," Satele confirmed. "While we won't be hiding our Jedi identities entirely, we will be trying to blend in, gather information discreetly, and make connections within the network without arousing too much suspicion."

"And what if the Sith discover our true intentions?" Harry asked with a hint of trepidation.

Satele's face took on a determined expression. "Then we fight. But our primary goal is to gather intelligence, disrupt their operations, and destabilize their influence in the area. We have to strike a balance between direct confrontation and stealth. It won't be easy, but with Master Orgus Dinn's experience and your unique abilities, we have a good chance."

Iris looked at Harry, her hand reaching out to touch his in a gesture of support. "We're in this together. We can handle it."

Harry smiled weakly, nodding. "Thanks, Iris. It's just... all of this is so much to take in."

Satele moved closer, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. However she was interrupted by a transmission, "Unidentified Dolphin class passenger ship, this is Captain Theros of the Juggernaut an Endurance class Battleship of the Republic Navy 7th fleet, you are in Enarc controlled airspace please Identify yourself, your passengers, and your cargo, your ships armament, and any weapons on board, failure to comply will result in us opening fire, this is your first and final warning."

Satele immediately sprang into action, swiftly moving to the ship's communication console. "Captain Theros, this is Deputy Grandmaster Satele Shan of the Jedi Order. Onboard are Jedi Masters Silandra Comoran and myself, along with Padawans Iris Potter and Harry Potter. We're en route to the Jedi Outpost on Enarc for an urgent rendezvous. Our cargo contains only personal belongings and supplies. As for armament, our ship is equipped with standard defensive measures, and onboard weapons include lightsabers, and standard blasters. I can transmit all necessary clearance codes upon request."

There was a brief pause, the tension palpable as everyone awaited a response.

"I need your identification codes, Deputy Grandmaster Shan," Captain Theros's voice came through clearly, albeit with a hint of suspicion.

"Silandra, Iris, Harry I need your IDs now," demanded Satele as she activated the ship's terminal to retrieve and prepare the necessary clearance codes.

Silandra quickly pulled out a small, rectangular card from her robes, handing it over without hesitation. Iris and Harry followed suit, a little slower, having to rummage through their bags. They handed over their Jedi-issued identification cards to Satele.

Satele input the information into the console and transmitted the codes to Captain Theros, ensuring every detail was included to avoid any discrepancies.

Moments felt like hours as they waited in anticipation. The silence was deafening, save for the soft hum of the ship's engines. Harry exchanged worried glances with Iris, both trying to reassure the other silently.

After what seemed like an eternity, Captain Theros's voice came through once more, "Your codes check out, Deputy Grandmaster Shan. You are cleared for approach at the Jedi Outpost on Enarc. My apologies for the delay, but as I'm sure you're aware, the situation in the galaxy has everyone on high alert. And we have just come out of an engagement with a Sith battlefleet."

Satele replied, her voice steady and understanding, "Understood, Captain Theros. We appreciate the precautionary measures. The Sith are a cunning adversary. May the Force be with you and your crew."

Captain Theros responded, "And also with you, Deputy Grandmaster. Safe travels."

As the transmission ended, there was an audible sigh of relief from everyone onboard. Harry, rubbing the back of his neck, said, "That was... intense. I didn't think we'd get challenged like that."

Satele glanced at him, a calm yet serious expression on her face. "In times like these, when the Sith are active, and tensions are high, the Republic's security measures are amped up. Even we Jedi aren't exempted from scrutiny. But it's all in the interest of security."

Iris bit her lip thoughtfully, "It's scary to think that the Sith have reached a point where even the airspace around a Jedi Outpost is on such high alert."

Satele looked through a viewing hatch and turned to the group "Everyone to the bridge and buckle up, we are about to enter Enarc atmosphere and as everyone knows by now that is not a pleasant experience, and it looks like the Juggernaut is providing us with an escort,"

Silandra exchanged a worried look with Satele. The presence of a Republic battleship, especially one as formidable as an Endurance class, near the Jedi Outpost, was alarming.

"They must believe the threat to be significant," Silandra murmured as they hurried to the bridge.

Upon reaching the bridge, they were greeted by a spectacular sight: the Juggernaut, a massive battleship, flanked by several smaller starfighters, cruising gracefully alongside their vessel, acting as their protective escort. Its massive engines left a glowing trail in the vast darkness of space, and its turrets, though not active, were poised and ready.

Iris and Harry quickly found seats and buckled in, the weight of the situation causing their earlier camaraderie to dissipate. They felt the ship begin its descent, the slight vibration through the hull indicating entry into Enarc's atmosphere.

Enarc was notorious for its turbulent and chaotic atmospheric conditions. Powerful storms, unpredictable wind patterns, and frequent lightning made it a challenge for even the most skilled pilots. The ship rocked violently as it entered, causing alarms to blare and lights to flicker.

Satele maintained a steady hand on the controls, using the Force to guide her through the tempestuous atmosphere. "Stay calm," she shouted over the din of the storm, "Trust in the Force!"

Outside, the lightning illuminated the thick cloud cover, creating an ethereal, almost otherworldly, display. Bolts of electricity streaked across the sky, some coming dangerously close to their vessel.

A particularly violent gust of wind knocked the ship sideways, causing everyone to grip their seats tightly. Harry clenched his teeth, silently reciting Jedi calming techniques, while Iris closed her eyes, reaching out with the Force, seeking reassurance and stability.

After what felt like hours, the ship began to stabilize. The violent shakes and rolls lessened, and the sounds of the storm began to fade. They had successfully navigated through the worst of Enarc's atmosphere.

Silandra let out a sigh of relief. "Well done, Satele," she praised, offering a reassuring smile to the two Padawans.

Satele returned the smile, her focus still on Piloting the ship, when the coms broke through, "Dolphin class passenger ship, this is Enarc control, please Identify your destination, how many souls are on board, their ages, species, and cargo, over."

Satele's fingers danced over the console as she swiftly entered the information. "Enarc control, this is Deputy Grandmaster Satele Shan of the Jedi Order, piloting the Dolphin class passenger ship. Onboard are Jedi Masters Silandra Comoran and myself, along with Padawans Iris Potter and Harry Potter. We are en route to the Jedi Outpost on Enarc. Our cargo contains personal belongings and supplies. There are four souls onboard three humans and one Bosmer, the padawans are 11, while the adults are 31 and 43, over."

"Copy that, Deputy Grandmaster Shan," the voice from Enarc control responded after a brief moment, the professional tone unyielding. "You are cleared to descend to flight level 650, turn left heading 187, do not exceed 300 m/s, Over"

Satele nodded, even though she knew the operator couldn't see her, "Acknowledged, Enarc control. Descending to flight level 650, turning left to heading 187, and keeping speed below 300 m/s, over."

The ship smoothly changed its course, descending further and turning in the direction given. Outside, the clouds began to thin, revealing the stunning landscape of Enarc. A planet filled with towering mountain ranges, vast forests, and sparkling rivers. But beneath its beauty lay centuries of conflict and the scars of war.

Iris gazed out of the window, her green eyes filled with wonder. "It's beautiful," she whispered, momentarily forgetting the recent tensions.

"Dolphin class passenger ship, reduce speed to 250 m/s and descend to Flight level 100, turn left to 350, please report rate of descent and expect landing pad 35M at Kissinger Space Port."

Satele swiftly adjusted the ship's controls, "Reducing speed to 250 m/s, descending to Flight level 100 and turning left to 350. The rate of descent will be at 15 m/s. Expecting landing pad 35M at Kissinger Space Port, over."

"Confirmed, Deputy Grandmaster Shan," the voice from Enarc control responded. "Safe landing."

The descent continued smoothly, with Satele's expert piloting, coupled with the aid of the Force, guiding them through. The majestic landscape of Enarc grew clearer and more detailed, from the snowy peaks of its mountains to the sprawling cities nestled among the trees.

The Kissinger Space Port soon came into view, a vast and sprawling structure with numerous landing pads and hangers. Ships of various sizes and designs were seen taking off or landing, a testament to the port's importance and heavy traffic.

"Dolphin class passenger spacecraft, reduce speed to 150 m/s turn left heading 015, cleared to dock on docking pad 35M, be advised are automatic docking computers and docking guidance systems are down, over."

Satele stiffened at the information, but her face remained impassive. Manual docking on such a busy spaceport required concentration and precision. "Understood, Enarc control," Satele replied, her voice steady. "Reducing speed to 150 m/s, turning left to heading 015. Preparing for a manual dock on pad 35M, over."

Harry leaned into Iris, whispering, "What's the difference with manual docking?"

Iris replied, her voice low, "It means she has to guide the ship herself without any automated assistance. It's harder and requires a lot of skill."

Satele felt a gentle, reassuring touch on her arm and looked over to see Silandra offering a comforting smile. She nodded in gratitude, then began the intricate process of guiding the ship towards pad 35M.

The port's bustling activity, with ships darting in and out, added to the challenge. Satele expertly maneuvered, adjusting the ship's thrusters and alignment as she approached the designated pad. Her fingers danced gracefully over the controls, each movement deliberate and calculated.

The ship's landing gear extended as it hovered above the pad. Slowly, with great precision, Satele lowered the vessel until it touched down gently, the engines' roar subsiding to a soft hum.

The group let out a collective sigh of relief. Manual docking in such a busy spaceport was a feat, but Satele had executed it flawlessly.

"Exceptionally done," Silandra commended, her voice filled with admiration.

Satele offered a humble smile. "Thank you, now padawans time for a lesson, the first thing you do before you depressurize a ship when you land on an unknown planet is check the atmosphere."

Harry and Iris exchanged glances, clearly trying to recall their lessons.

"To ensure the atmosphere outside is safe to breathe and won't harm us?" Iris ventured, her brow furrowing in thought.

"Exactly," Satele replied, nodding approvingly. "Different planets can have varying levels of oxygen, harmful gases, or even microorganisms that can be detrimental to one's health. Even if the planet's atmosphere is known to be breathable, it's always a good practice to check, especially after long journeys. Spaceports might have had recent incidents or changes."

Harry raised an eyebrow, "So, how do we do that?"

Silandra gestured towards a panel on the wall. "There's an atmospheric analysis tool installed in most ships. It draws a sample from outside and runs a quick analysis, giving a readout of the atmospheric composition."

Satele activated the tool, and within moments, a series of numbers and graphs appeared on the display. "See here," she pointed, "the atmosphere outside is 23% oxygen, which is breathable for us. Nitrogen levels are also in the normal range, and there are no significant traces of harmful gases."

Iris looked impressed. "It's amazing how advanced our technology has become."

"Yes," Satele agreed, "but always remember, technology is a tool. It's our responsibility to use it wisely and not become overly dependent on it. The Force, our instincts, and our training are just as crucial."

Harry nodded, absorbing the lesson. "It's a balance then, between the Force and technology."

"Exactly," Silandra chimed in. "A Jedi must be versatile and adaptable, drawing on all resources available."

Satele rose from her seat. "Now, Master Orgus Dinn and Knight Kiara Lynn will be meeting us in the terminal, and I don't see their crafts here. So, more questions, what is the most important thing to do when you are at a spaceport?"

Iris thought for a moment. "Stay alert and aware of our surroundings?"

"And never leave the ship unsecured," Harry added.

"Correct," Silandra affirmed. "Spaceports, like any other place with high traffic, can be hubs for unwanted activity. Pirates, thieves, spies, and other unsavoury types can be lurking about. Always ensure that your ship is locked and secured. Always be mindful of your belongings and your surroundings. And especially for you two, always be aware of where your lightsaber is."

"However, that is not what I was looking for, " said Satele, "three things are vital, one- check the ship maintenance logs, and computers to see if any components need to be placed under Maintenance, repaired or replaced, two- refuel so we won't have to refuel by fuel scooping from a star. Now two questions? what is the third?"

Harry's face scrunched in concentration. "The third... Perhaps to restock on supplies and rations?"

"While correct Harry," Satele nodded. "That was not the answer I was looking for, the answer I was looking for is to check for any advisories or updates relevant to our travels. Spaceports, being hubs of information and communication, are often updated with the latest travel advisories, warnings, or even updates on galactic events. This information can be crucial for planning our next steps and ensuring our safety. Before embarking on any journey, it's always wise to have the most current knowledge about our destination or any potential threats."

Silandra nodded in agreement. "It's like when we navigate through the Force. We rely on both our instincts and the information at hand to guide us. Ignoring either can lead us astray."

Iris jotted down mental notes. "So, always keep updated, and never venture out without the latest knowledge."

"Exactly," Satele confirmed. "The galaxy is vast, and while the Force is our guide, knowledge is our map. Next question why is preferable to fuel on a station or spaceport rather than refueling from a star?"

Harry hesitated for a moment before answering, "Refueling from a star, also known as fuel scooping, requires us to fly close to the star and use specialized equipment to scoop up and refine the hydrogen from its corona. It's risky because of the intense heat and radiation. A miscalculation or malfunction can lead to serious damage to the ship or even be fatal."

Iris added, "Plus, depending on the type and age of the star, scooping can be more challenging or even impossible. Some stars have unstable coronas that can cause sudden solar flares, which can damage the ship."

Satele nodded, "That's correct. Also, continuously scooping fuel from stars can put unnecessary strain on the ship's systems, leading to wear and tear. It's more efficient and safer to refuel at a station or spaceport where the equipment is designed for such tasks. Moreover, at a spaceport, you can also get high-quality, pre-refined fuel, which is better for the ship's engine longevity."

Silandra added, "Not to mention that refuelling at a spaceport can be much faster. When we're on a mission or in a hurry, time is of the essence. Relying solely on fuel scooping can be time-consuming, especially if suitable stars are not immediately available."

Harry nodded, understanding the implications. "So, while fuel scooping is an essential skill and a backup method, it's not something we should rely on regularly."

Exactly," Satele said with a smile. "Always be prepared, and always choose the safest and most efficient option when it comes to travelling in space. Next question once we are off the ship, what are the most important things to remember?"

Iris thought for a moment before answering, "Always stick together and have a clear point of rendezvous in case we get separated. Communication is key."

Harry chimed in, "Always keep our identities discreet, especially in unknown or potentially hostile territories. We never know who might be watching or listening."

Silandra nodded approvingly, "Very good, Harry. Discretion is often our best defence. While Jedi are peacekeepers and ambassadors, there are those who might see us as threats or opportunities for various reasons."

Satele added, "And always be mindful of the local customs and laws. Every planet or spaceport may have its own set of rules and norms. Respecting them not only ensures our safety but also helps in building trust and rapport with the locals. Remember, as Jedi, we are often seen as representatives of the Order and the Galactic Republic. Our actions can have larger implications."

Iris pondered on this, "So, it's not just about our personal safety, but also about upholding the reputation and honour of the Jedi Order."

"Exactly," Silandra confirmed. "The actions of one Jedi can shape the perception of many towards the Order. It's a responsibility we must always be mindful of."

Harry looked thoughtful, "And I guess, always be ready for the unexpected. Spaceports, with their diverse populace and activities, can be unpredictable."

Satele smiled, "Precisely. The galaxy is vast and ever-changing. As Jedi, we must be adaptable, alert, and always in tune with the Force. It will guide us, warn us, and provide clarity in the most chaotic of situations. Any questions? remember to find answers you must first ask questions."

Iris raised her hand slightly, her eyes curious. "Master Shan, when it comes to discretion, how do we maintain our cover without compromising our principles? I mean, if we're faced with a situation where we might have to act contrary to our beliefs just to keep our identities hidden?"

Satele looked thoughtful for a moment. "That's a complex question, Iris. The galaxy is filled with shades of gray, and sometimes the clear path isn't immediately evident. However, while we prioritize discretion, we must never compromise our core principles. The Jedi Code guides us in every situation. If faced with a choice between revealing our identity and violating our core beliefs, we choose the former. Our actions should always reflect the teachings of the Order."

Harry chimed in, "So, it's about finding that balance between staying discreet but not at the expense of our principles?"

Silandra nodded, "Exactly, Harry. Every situation will be unique, and there won't always be a one-size-fits-all answer. But remember, the Force is with us. If we stay connected and listen, it will guide us to the right decision."

Satele added, "The key is to remain vigilant and adaptable. Sometimes, a simple gesture or a few words can defuse a situation without revealing our true identity. Other times, we might have to step forward as Jedi. It's all about assessing the situation and acting accordingly."

Iris seemed to ponder on this. "Thank you, Master Shan. It's a lot to take in, but I understand the importance."

Satele smiled gently. "It's a journey, Iris. And every experience, every challenge, will help you grow as a Jedi."

Harry then inquired, "How do we deal with individuals who might have misconceptions or animosity towards the Jedi Order?"

Silandra replied, "Through understanding and dialogue, Harry. Many times, people's misconceptions stem from misinformation or past experiences. It's our duty to approach such situations with empathy, patience, and an open heart. While we can't change everyone's minds, we can make a difference one interaction at a time."

Satele furthered the thought, "Remember, it's not about proving we're right or superior. It's about building bridges of understanding and trust. The Force flows through all living beings, and at our core, we all seek connection and understanding."

Harry and Iris exchanged glances, taking in the profound lessons of the day. They were beginning to grasp the immense responsibility that came with being a Jedi, not just in combat and diplomacy but in every interaction and every decision.

AN: First Chapter of Act 2 Summer Of Chaos I hope you like this.

Chapters for this Act will be a bit longer than chapters from Act 1 as you can tell this is the longest chapter I have written for this fic.

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