Harry, Satele and Orgus touched down on the Elden Root Space Port on Nirn with a gentle thud. Harry stepped off the ship first, clad in light armour and tan outer robes that shimmered softly in the fading sunlight of evening. Over the left side of his chest was emblazoned the symbol of the Jedi Order, its gold edges gleaming against the deep maroon fabric.

Satele held up the intricately made equipment belt in her hands, its various pouches and holsters fastened by small buckles. "Harry, this is an equipment belt," she said. "On it contains your lightsaber holsters – one on each side of your waist – and a hip holster for your blaster pistol. You have an ammunition pouch for both stun and plasma blaster bolts. Then there's a grenade pouch with fifteen grenades, broken down into five flash, five smoke, and five EMP. I didn't pack any lethal ones in there. Also included is a medipack, a gas mask, a wand holster, a comlink, a holoprojector, a utility pouch that you can store your invisibility cloak inside of, and a cantine of water."

Harry nodded solemnly as he looked over each feature Satele had mentioned. "Thank you, master," he said.

Orgus's voice was deep and powerful, almost intimidating as he gazed intently at Harry: "Remember what is your role padawan?"

Harry bowed his head in reverence. "Yes, Master Dinn," he said softly. "My role is to talk with Queen Ayren, and her chief of internal security, and use my psychometric abilities to gather any information about the spice ring and the Sith involvement."

Satele came up closer to him and laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. She spoke in a soothing yet firm tone: "Good my padawan. And remember if you need any help just ask me, I will be behind you."

"Master, why is spice so dangerous? I thought spice was something you put in your food to make it taste better?" asked Harry.

Orgus chuckled lightly. "There are many things in the universe named 'spice', young one. The spice you refer to in cooking is harmless. But the spice we are concerned with is not a seasoning. It is a powerful and illegal substance that can amplify one's abilities and senses. Yet, its addictive nature can ensnare the mind, corrupting the user and making them a puppet to its allure."

Satele continued, "The spice trade has been a major issue for many systems. It's not just about the substance itself, but the criminal networks it supports, the slaves it creates, and the destruction it leaves in its wake. And when the Sith are involved, it's even more perilous. Their interest in the spice trade isn't just about profit, but power."

Harry frowned, absorbing the information. "So, it's a drug?"

Satele nodded, "Yes, one of the most potent and dangerous in the galaxy. It can give users heightened abilities, which is why it's especially dangerous in the wrong hands, like those of the Sith. They might be using it to bolster their ranks or manipulate those under its influence."

Harry's expression hardened with determination. "Then we must stop it."

Orgus nodded approvingly. "That's the spirit, padawan. But remember, our mission is one of diplomacy and information gathering first. We're not here to wage war."

Harry looked down at the equipment belt Satele had given him. He felt the weight of responsibility as a Jedi and someone with unique talents. "I understand, Master Dinn."

Satele smiled warmly at Harry. "We trust in your abilities and your training, Harry. But always remember the importance of balance. Do not let emotions cloud your judgment."

Satele looked at Orgus, "Remember Orgus when we leave this ship. you are to infiltrate the spice ring centred around Cormont. My Padawan and I will go talk to Queen Ayren and her Chief of internal security"

Orgus nodded, his gaze still fixed on Harry for a moment. "I'll do my best to blend in, Satele. The underworld of Cormont is dangerous, but I have faced its likes before. I'll gather whatever information I can without drawing undue attention."

Harry interjected, "Be careful, Master Dinn. You might be experienced, but the Sith and those involved in the spice trade can be cunning and ruthless."

Orgus grinned, his teeth gleaming in the dim light of the ship's interior. "Fear not, young padawan. I've been in tight spots before, and I've always found a way out."

Satele's expression was stern but her eyes held a glint of amusement. "That's because you usually find your way into those tight spots to begin with."

Orgus laughed, a hearty sound that echoed throughout the vessel. "Guilty as charged. But that's why you love having me around, isn't it?"

Satele rolled her eyes with a hint of a smirk. "Stay focused, Orgus. This isn't one of your usual escapades. We need to gather intelligence and remain undetected."

Orgus saluted playfully, "Understood, Deputy Grandmaster Shan."

Harry chuckled at their banter but still felt the weight of the mission ahead. The fate of countless lives depended on their actions. He touched the hilt of his lightsaber, drawing comfort from its presence.

Satele, sensing his unease, approached Harry. "It's okay to be anxious, Harry. It's a sign that you understand the gravity of our mission. But always remember, fear is a path to the dark side. Trust in the Force, and it will guide you."

Harry met her gaze, determination burning in his emerald eyes. "I will, master. I won't let you down."

As the trio exited the ship, the sprawling cityscape of Elden Root stretched before them, illuminated by the city lights and the twin moons above. The vibrant marketplaces, the towering spires, and the distant murmurs of a city alive with activity awaited them.

Orgus jumped onto a hovering speeder, revved the engines, and sped away towards Cormont. Satele and Harry left at a much more leisurely pace, strolling through Elden Root's cobbled streets, past market stalls and homes, until finally arriving at the entrance of the majestic palace.

As they approached, one of the guards stepped forward, his hand on the hilt of his sword. "State your business."

"We are here on behalf of the Jedi Order," Satele began, pulling out a holographic badge which projected the symbol of the Jedi. "We have a scheduled audience with Queen Ayren."

The guard examined the badge and then nodded. "Very well. You may proceed. But be warned, any disruptions within the palace walls and you will answer to us."

"We understand," Harry replied, trying to sound as diplomatic as possible. "We come in peace and with a shared interest in the well-being of the galaxy."

The guards granted them passage, and the two Jedi entered the palace. Inside, the opulence of Elden Root's royalty was evident in every corner. The walls were adorned with jewels, and lavish tapestries hung from the ceiling. The air was filled with the soft melodies of string instruments playing in the background, and the sweet aroma of exotic flowers permeated the air.

They were ushered into a large hall where Queen Ayren awaited them. She was a tall, regal figure with long silver hair and piercing blue eyes. Beside her stood a burly man with a stern expression, undoubtedly her Chief of Internal Security.

"Deputy Grandmaster Satele Shan, and...?" The Queen raised an eyebrow, awaiting an introduction.

"Padawan Harry Potter, Your Majesty," Harry said, bowing deeply.

Queen Ayren stood before them, her emerald robes flowing in the gentle breeze. She had a regal air about her and a look of deep contemplation on her face as she spoke.

"I am Queen Ayren, on behalf of my people I welcome you to the planet of Nirn, the home planet of the elves."

Harry stepped forward and bowed respectfully. "Your Majesty we have one other member of our order here a Jedi by the name of Orgus Dinn but he went undercover," he said.

The Queen regarded him carefully, then gave him an approving nod. "Harry, is it?" she asked. "I know that humans have shorter lives than we do but aren't you a bit young for this kind of work? What age are you now?"

"I am 11 years old, Your Majesty" Harry replied, trying to keep his voice steady under the scrutiny.

The Chief of Internal Security shifted uncomfortably, clearly skeptical. "You've brought a child into this delicate situation?" he inquired, his tone edged with disapproval.

Satele interjected, her voice calm yet firm, "Padawan Potter may be young, but he possesses unique abilities and a strong connection to the Force. The Jedi Order does not send anyone unprepared. His age should not be mistaken for ineptitude."

Queen Ayren observed Harry closely, her gaze penetrating but not unkind. "Interesting," she murmured. "The cosmos is vast, and cultures differ. In our world, it's rare for someone so young to bear such responsibility. But I've heard tales of the Jedi and their prowess. If he is here, there must be a good reason."

Harry nodded gratefully, "Thank you, Your Majesty. I assure you, my sole intention is to serve the galaxy and ensure its safety."

The Queen smiled faintly. "Very well. Let's proceed to the matter at hand. The spice ring, the Sith involvement, and how we might assist each other."

The group was then escorted to a grand chamber, where tall windows overlooked the vast forests of Nirn. The atmosphere was serene, with the chirping of exotic birds and the scent of blossoming trees filling the room. A large round table made of elegant dark wood stood at the center of the chamber, surrounded by plush chairs.

They took their seats, with Queen Ayren at the head of the table. "Now, let us discuss this spice ring," the Queen began, leaning forward. "It has become a plague upon my people, causing unrest and endangering the peace we have cultivated over centuries."

Satele nodded, "The Sith are using it as a means to help fund their war effort against the republic. At least that is what the Jedi Council believes based on the evidence we have. We will know more based on my Padawan findings with his Psychometry, and Master Dinn's findings while he is undercover."

Harry took a deep breath, concentrating on the task ahead. "Your Majesty, with your permission, I would like to use my Psychometry ability on any objects or items that have come into contact with the spice ring. This could provide us with invaluable information."

The Chief of Internal Security looked dubious, "Psychometry? You mean to say you can glean information from touching objects?"

Satele answered, "Indeed, it's a rare gift, but Harry possesses it. By making physical contact with an object, he can perceive past events associated with it."

Queen Ayren raised a hand, silencing the room. "If it aids our cause, you have my permission, young Padawan." She then motioned to one of her aides, who swiftly brought forth a small, ornately carved wooden box. "This was confiscated from one of the spice traders arrested last week. See what you can make of it."

Harry took the box gently and closed his eyes. He removed his glove and touched the box, allowing the energy within it to flow into him. Visions started to flood his mind, playing out like a fast-paced movie.

He saw a dark-skinned man with a scar running down his left cheek, handing over the box to another individual in a hooded robe. They were in a dimly lit room filled with other boxes, all bearing the same mark. They spoke in hushed tones, discussing the trade routes and potential buyers for the spice. One particular name came up repeatedly - Darth Enyo. Harry then saw a vast spice mine, where enslaved workers, elves among them, toiled under the watchful eyes of armed guards. A Sith insignia was prominently displayed at the entrance of the mine.

The vision began to wane, and the ambient noises of the room crept back into Harry's awareness. He opened his eyes, his face pale but his gaze resolute.

"The spice is being mined by slaves, including some of your people, Your Majesty," Harry began, swallowing hard as he spoke. "They're being overseen by Sith guards, and the operation seems to be led or at least overseen by someone named Darth Enyo."

Queen Ayren's face darkened at this revelation, "Elves as slaves... it's an abomination. And this Darth Enyo, he is unknown to us."

The Chief of Internal Security leaned forward, "We had suspicions of a Sith Lord being involved but no names or solid leads. This is a crucial piece of information."

Satele Shan nodded in agreement, "Darth Enyo. We must find out who this individual is and their connection to the Sith hierarchy. If they're this deeply involved in the spice trade, it means the Sith are heavily invested in this operation."

Harry placed the box back on the table, his fingers trembling slightly from the aftershock of the vision. "There's more. They discussed trade routes and potential buyers. They have contacts in various planets and systems. We might be able to trace them. They are creating the spice here in a mine called Faltonia mine."

"I also manage to see that this operation is connected to the slave ring on Phadoes and both are part of a larger operation based on two planets, one planet I couldn't figure out, but the other is Taris. As you already know master, the Slave ring on Phadoes is being dealt with."

"I don't know how Taris is still livable after Darth Malak destroyed it 300 years ago, However most importantly from what I could gather all Sith operations come from Faltonia Mine, and the Battle of Cormont Memorial"

Queen Ayren's expression turned graver with each word Harry spoke. The implications of the Sith operations were much vaster than she had initially thought. The interconnectedness of these operations, spanning various planets and systems, hinted at a plot that was deeply entrenched and sophisticated.

"The Battle of Cormont Memorial," the Chief of Internal Security whispered, his face betraying a mixture of disbelief and dread. "That site is sacred to our people. Many elves lost their lives there, defending Nirn against invaders centuries ago. If the Sith have desecrated it, the repercussions will be dire."

Harry looked at the Chief, regret evident in his eyes. "I'm sorry to bear such news. It's imperative that we act quickly. Do you have a map of the two locations?"

The Chief nodded and motioned to one of his aides, who promptly brought forth a large holographic projector. With a swift motion, the Chief activated it, and a detailed map of Nirn appeared, floating in the air. He zoomed in to show the topographical details of the Battle of Cormont Memorial site and the location of Faltonia mine.

Queen Ayren studied the map intently. "The Memorial is in a remote region, surrounded by dense forests and treacherous terrains. It's the ideal location for the Sith to operate covertly. And the mine, it's in a region known for its rich mineral deposits. It's likely they've tapped into those resources for the spice."

Harry pondered for a moment. "Master, why don't we strike at Faltonia mine, as from what I can tell its the heart of the operation, while Master Dinn and the Local security forces strike the Memorial"

Satele considered Harry's suggestion. "A simultaneous assault might spread their forces thin, giving us an advantage. But it also means we'd be splitting our own forces. However, with the right strategy, it could work."

Queen Ayren nodded in agreement. "Our security forces know the terrain of the Memorial well. They can assist Master Dinn in infiltrating and neutralizing any Sith presence there."

The Chief of Internal Security interjected, "If the Sith have indeed desecrated the Memorial, my forces will be eager to reclaim it. We can assemble a strike team quickly."

Harry added, "We should also consider evacuating and rescuing the slaves from the mine as a top priority. Their safety is paramount."

Satele nodded in agreement. "Absolutely. Once we've neutralized the guards and Sith overseers, we'll need to have an evacuation plan in place. Queen Ayren, can you provide transportation and medical assistance for the freed slaves?"

The Queen replied, "Of course. We'll have ships on standby to evacuate them and medical teams to attend to their needs."

Harry felt a surge of hope. With the combined might of the Jedi and the elves, they had a chance to disrupt the Sith's operations and free the enslaved elves. However, he was also acutely aware of the risks. "Your Majesty, Master Shan, we should prepare for possible reinforcements from the Sith. If this operation is as crucial as we believe it to be, they won't give it up without a fight."

Satele agreed, "You're right, Harry. We should be ready for a counterattack. Our intelligence indicates that the Sith fleet is scattered across various systems, but they can converge quickly if they sense a threat."

The room was thick with tension, the weight of the upcoming mission pressing down on everyone. But there was also determination and resolve. The Sith had endangered the peace of Nirn and the galaxy, and together, they would confront and stop this threat.

Queen Ayren rose from her seat, signalling the end of the meeting. "Let's set the plan in motion. Time is of the essence. May the Force be with us all."

Harry, Orgus, and Satele were in a secluded area deep in the forest between Faltonia mine and the Battle of Cormont memorial. They had set up a temporary camp, a mixture of Jedi meditation tents and elven magic creating a concealed and protected zone. It was to be their base of operations from which they would orchestrate the upcoming assault on both the mine and the memorial.

Satele looked up at the sky, which was gradually darkening as night approached. "We have the cover of darkness on our side. But the Sith are known to have exceptional night vision, so we can't rely on that alone."

Harry had been practicing with his lightsaber, performing fluid movements as he worked on his form. "I've been thinking about the vision and the slaves," he said, sheathing the blade. "There's a possibility that the Sith might use them as shields or even as leverage against us. We should be prepared for such tactics."

Orgus Din, an older Jedi with a stern countenance, added, "Indeed. This is why a covert approach is essential, at least initially. Once inside, we can hopefully disable their communications, preventing them from calling for reinforcements or issuing orders to harm the slaves."

Satele gazed into the distance, "The key will be to strike quickly and decisively. If we can neutralize the Sith leadership at both locations swiftly, the lower-ranking guards and soldiers might surrender or flee."

Harry rubbed his temples, trying to glean any other details from the vision that might help them. "There was one more thing," he said slowly, "A symbol. It was prominent on some crates and machinery in the mine. It looked like a twisted serpent coiling around a dark star."

Orgus frowned, "That symbol is not familiar to me."

Satele, however, looked thoughtful. "It could be the insignia of Darth Enyo or perhaps represent a particular Sith faction. Knowing its significance might provide us with further insight into their operations."

Harry nodded, "Once inside, I'll look for any more clues related to this symbol. Every detail might give us an edge."

A soft humming noise interrupted their discussion. An elven scout, ethereal and swift, appeared at the edge of the camp. "Your Majesty Queen Ayren sends her regards and an update. The strike team for the memorial is assembled and ready. They await Master Dinn's signal."

Orgus nodded, "I'll rendezvous with them shortly. Harry, Satele, make sure everything is in place here for the assault on the mine."

"Master, do you plan on using battle meditation when we hit the mind?" asked Harry after Orgus left to meet up with the local forces.

"I do not" replied Satele "It would put you at risk, given your age, and the fact you are still using training lightsabers I want you to just follow my lead"

Harry looked taken aback for a moment, his pride a little bruised. "I understand the concern, but I've faced dangers before," he replied, referencing his previous encounters with dark forces at Hogwarts.

Satele placed a gentle hand on Harry's shoulder. "It's not about your courage or abilities, Harry. It's about strategy and ensuring we have the best chance of succeeding. Battle meditation is a powerful tool, but it has its risks. If used improperly, it can leave Jedi vulnerable and open to attacks. You are still mastering your connection to the Force and the intricacies of the lightsaber."

Harry sighed, "I just want to be of help, not a liability."

Satele smiled kindly, "You are of immense help, Harry. Your unique abilities and perspective are invaluable. Just remember, every member of this team has a role, and every role is crucial."

Taking a deep breath, Harry nodded. "Alright, I'll follow your lead, Master Satele. I trust you."

"That's all I ask," Satele responded with a reassuring smile.

"So what is the plan when we hit the mine?"

Satele paused for a moment, formulating the plan in her mind. "First, we'll approach Faltonia mine covertly. Using the dense foliage and terrain to our advantage, we'll get as close as possible without being detected."

She pulled out a small holographic projector, displaying a detailed layout of the mine. "From our intelligence, there are three primary entrances to the mine – the main front entrance, a ventilation shaft on the east side, and a service entrance to the west. The main entrance will be heavily guarded, so that's out."

Harry studied the hologram, pointing to the ventilation shaft. "This seems like our best option. It's less conspicuous, and if we can access it, we'd be directly inside the mine."

Satele nodded, "That's what I was thinking. Once inside, our primary objectives are to free the slaves and neutralize the Sith leadership. We also need to gather as much intelligence as possible, particularly about the symbol you mentioned."

"The ventilation system likely leads to the central chamber of the mine," Satele continued. "We'll use it to navigate and get a sense of the guards' numbers and positions. We need to move swiftly and silently. The element of surprise is our greatest advantage."

Harry's face turned serious, "And if we encounter Darth Enyo?"

Satele's expression hardened, "Darth Enyo is a high-ranking Sith Lord, and he won't be taken down easily. If we encounter him, we engage together. His connection to the Dark Side will be strong, and it'll take both of us to match him."

Harry nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Once the slaves are freed, how do we evacuate them?"

Satele pointed to the service entrance on the hologram. "That leads to a clearing where we'll have ships waiting on standby to evacuate the freed slaves. Queen Ayren has provided these ships, and they'll be equipped with medical facilities."

She paused, glancing at Harry with a determined look. "This won't be an easy mission, Harry. The Sith are ruthless and cunning. But remember, we have the Force on our side, and we're fighting for a just cause."

Harry looked back at her, determination clear in his eyes. "I'm ready, Master. Let's end this Sith operation and free those slaves."

Satele gave a nod of approval, "Then let's prepare. Tonight, we strike at the heart of the Sith's operation and bring them to justice."

Later that night Satele and Harry were standing just outside the ventilation shaft.

"Padawan put on the gas mask before we enter, we don't know what they are creating the spice with"

Harry nodded and reached into his bag, pulling out a slim, sleek gas mask. The design was evidently both Jedi and elven in nature, blending aesthetics with functionality. Slipping it on, he checked the filters and seal before turning to Satele. "Ready," he stated, his voice slightly muffled.

Satele donned her mask as well. "Remember, stay close. We don't know what kind of chemicals or toxins we might encounter. The Sith have been known to use dangerous substances in their operations."

Carefully, the two Jedi approached the entrance to the ventilation shaft. Using the Force, Satele gently removed the grate, setting it aside without a sound. Harry activated a small light attached to his mask, illuminating the dark tunnel before them.

They moved cautiously, alert to any sounds or movements. The narrow shaft winded deeper into the mine. As they delved further, a faint hissing sound grew louder, and the air became thick with a strange odour, even though their masks filtered it out.

"That's it," whispered Satele, pointing to a large chamber below them. "That's the main production area. Look at all those vats and machinery. They're mass-producing the spice."

Harry peered down, noticing dozens of slaves labouring under the watchful eyes of Sith guards. In the center stood a towering figure draped in black robes, a lightsaber hilt evident at his side.

"Darth Enyo," Harry whispered.

"I think" Satele nodded, "Looks like he's personally overseeing production. This complicates things, but we can't back down now."

As they strategized, Harry's attention was drawn to a pile of crates nearby. Each bore the twisted serpent coiling around a dark star symbol. "There it is again," he murmured.

"That must be where they store the finished product," Satele deduced. "We need to incapacitate Darth Enyo, free the slaves, and destroy that spice."

"Would a flashbang help?" Harry suggested, drawing a small spherical device from his grenade pouch.

Satele studied it briefly. "It might disorient the guards and Enyo temporarily, giving us an edge. But we must be careful. The slaves are in close proximity. We don't want to harm them."

Harry nodded in agreement. "If we time it right and combine it with a surprise Force push, we can knock most of them off balance and give us a few precious seconds."

"Good plan," Satele said. "We'll drop the flashbang first, then I'll use the Force to push as many of the Sith and guards away from the slaves as possible. Once they're disoriented, we move in."

Harry readied the flashbang while Satele focused her energy. In a synchronized move, Harry threw the device into the chamber while Satele unleashed a powerful wave of Force energy.

A bright flash filled the room, followed by a shockwave that sent several Sith guards sprawling. The slaves, momentarily stunned, began to panic, but Satele's calming presence through the Force reassured them.

Taking advantage of the chaos, the two Jedi descended quickly from the ventilation shaft. Harry swiftly incapacitated a few guards with his lightsabers, while Satele confronted the sith.

The Sith Lord, recovering faster than his subordinates, ignited his crimson lightsaber. "Jedi," he sneered. "You dare challenge me in my domain?"

"We're here to put an end to your operations and free these people," Satele declared defiantly.

"And you brought one of the force twins with you" he sneered looking at Harry. "My master, Darth Enyo will be pleased when I capture him and take him to Korriban,"

Harry squared his shoulders, the purple and yellow glow of his lightsabers illuminating his face from beneath his mask. "I'm not going anywhere with you, especially not to Korriban."

"You have no choice Jedi, especially when Darth Enyo finds you here. you see the Dark Council has been very interested in converting you and your sister to the dark side, Padawan Harry Potter," Darth Enyo's subordinate said with a malicious grin, revealing the knowledge of Harry's true identity.

The mention of his sister caused Harry's heart to race. The twins had always been inseparable, and the thought of any harm coming to her was unbearable. "Leave my sister out of this," Harry retorted, his voice filled with a mix of concern and anger.

Darth Enyo's underling laughed, enjoying the emotional reaction he was getting from the young Jedi. "The Dark Council believes that with both of you under our control, the balance of power in the galaxy will shift in favour of the Sith."

Satele stepped forward, her dual-bladed azure lightsaber gleaming in contrast to the Sith's crimson blade. "We won't let that happen," she said determinedly. "Padawan, I will deal with the Sith apprentice, you try to deal with everyone else. then, if possible, evacuate the slaves."

Harry nodded, realizing the weight of the situation and his responsibility to ensure the safety of the innocent. With a determined breath, he turned his attention away from the taunting Sith and towards the panicking slaves and remaining guards.

Using the Force to guide his actions, he maneuvered deftly around the chamber. Each stroke of his lightsaber was precise, not meant to kill but to disarm and incapacitate. The guards were skilled, but Harry's training and innate talent made him a formidable opponent.

Meanwhile, Satele and the Sith locked in a fierce duel. Their lightsabers clashed in a blaze of blue and red, the sounds of the humming blades echoing throughout the chamber. The Sith's power was evident, his moves were swift and brutal, but Satele's years of experience and training gave her an edge.

As Harry continued to subdue the guards, he used the Force to calm the slaves, guiding them towards the exit. "Head for the tunnels!" he shouted, pointing to a pathway leading out of the chamber. "We will ensure you get out safely."

Among the slaves, a Twi'lek woman, her skin a pale shade of blue and her lekku adorned with tribal markings, took charge. "Follow me!" she yelled, her voice authoritative yet compassionate, leading the group towards the indicated exit.

As the last of the slaves made their way to safety, Harry turned his attention back to Satele, who was still engaged with the Sith. The battle had taken its toll on both combatants, but the Jedi's persistence was evident.

With a quick move, Satele feigned a strike, drawing the Sith's defence to one side, and then, using the Force, sent a wave of energy at his feet, knocking him off balance. Seizing the moment, she delivered a swift kick, sending the Sith sprawling to the ground, his lightsaber skittering out of reach.

Breathing heavily, Satele approached the fallen Sith. "Your dark ambitions end here."

The Sith sneered, spitting out blood. "You may have won this battle, Jedi, but the war is far from over."

"Harry, protect me while I place explosives on this equipment, we need to ensure they can't continue producing this spice," Satele instructed, reaching into her utility belt to retrieve a set of small detonators.

Harry moved swiftly to her side, his lightsabers still ignited, scanning the room for any potential threats. While Satele placed the explosives with precision and care, Harry could sense the remaining dark side energy emanating from the incapacitated Sith, keeping a wary eye on him.

The Twi'lek woman from earlier, having ensured the safe passage of the other slaves, returned to the chamber. "We owe you our lives, Jedi," she said gratefully, her eyes flitting between Satele and Harry. "If there's anything we can do to help..."

Satele looked up from her task. "Help us ensure everyone is safely out of this mine. Once these explosives are detonated, the structure may become unstable."

Nodding, the Twi'lek woman responded, "I'll rally any stragglers and ensure a clear path to safety."

Time seemed to move quickly. With the explosives in place, Satele stood back, remote detonator in hand. "We need to get out now," she said, urgency evident in her voice.

Harry nodded, deactivating his lightsabers and stowing them. Together, they ran towards the exit, the Twi'lek leading the way. As they neared the exit, Satele pressed the detonator.

A series of muffled explosions echoed behind them, followed by the sound of collapsing machinery and crumbling rock. Dust and smoke billowed from the entrance, but the trio made it safely out, joining the gathered slaves who watched in awe as the entrance to the spice production chamber caved in.

Breathing heavily and covered in dust, Satele and Harry looked at each other, relief evident in their eyes. The mission had been a success, but the revelation of the Sith's interest in the Potter twins meant a new challenge lay ahead.

"We'll need to inform the Jedi Council about what transpired here," Satele stated, her gaze fixed on the destroyed mine entrance. "What we learned from the Sith is not good."

"Master why would the dark council be interested in me and my sister?" asked Harry.

"11 years ago when we found you on the doorstep of your aunt's home when you were just a baby we did a midiclorian test on both of you, your twin Iris had a midiclorian count of 41000 while you had a midiclorian count of 41100"

Satele replied, her gaze shifting to meet Harry's eyes, filled with a mix of concern and resolve. "These are levels that haven't been seen for generations. You both possess a unique connection to the Force, a potential that is unprecedented."

Harry's eyes widened, processing the information. "But why weren't we told about this?"

"The Council believed that knowledge might burden you or lead you astray. It was thought best for you to grow and train without the weight of that knowledge. We wanted to allow you and Iris to develop naturally," Satele explained, her tone gentle.

Harry ran a hand through his hair, deep in thought. "So the Sith want us because of our potential?"

"Yes," Satele nodded. "With both of you under their control, they believe they could wield a power that could tip the balance in the ongoing war between the Jedi and the Sith. The Dark Council sees you and Iris as valuable assets in their quest for galactic domination."

The realization hit Harry hard. "They'll stop at nothing to get to us, will they?"

Satele sighed. "Unfortunately, no. But we will do everything in our power to protect you and your sister. The Jedi Order will stand by your side."

Harry nodded slowly, allowing the weight of the situation to sink in. He knew that protecting him and his sister would be no easy task. With the Sith's influence growing and their power increasing, it seemed like an insurmountable challenge.

"I will do everything I can to protect you," Satele continued, her tone gentle and reassuring. "And I am sure the same thing can be said for Master Silandra when it comes to Iris. The thing is you two are both young and still susceptible to dark side influence."

Harry looked down, his thoughts drifting to his twin, Iris. The close bond they shared meant they often felt each other's emotions, even if they were worlds apart. The thought of the Sith trying to manipulate that bond, or worse, turning one against the other was unbearable.

"What can we do?" Harry finally asked, looking back up at Satele.

Satele paused, weighing her words. "First, we inform the Jedi Council and ensure that both you and Iris have added protection. The Sith might have been emboldened by today's revelation. Secondly, you must continue your training, delve deeper into understanding the Force, and prepare for the battles ahead. Knowledge and understanding will be your best defences against any dark side temptations."

Harry clenched his fists, determination building within him. "I won't let them get to us. I'll train harder, and become stronger. They won't succeed."

Satele placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "I have faith in you, Harry. Your strength and determination have already shown in the battles you've faced. But remember, it's not just about physical strength or combat skills. The true strength of a Jedi comes from understanding, compassion, and unity. Lean on your friends, your mentors, and especially your sister. Together, you can face any challenge."

The Twi'lek woman approached, her expression grateful. "Jedi, our people will forever be in your debt. The galaxy needs more like you, willing to stand against the darkness."

Satele nodded in acknowledgment. "Thank you. Ensure your people find safe refuge. The Sith's influence is vast, but there are still places where the light shines brightly."

As the sun began to set, casting the landscape in hues of orange and purple, Harry, Satele, and the rescued slaves made their way towards their ship. The battles ahead were numerous and the road uncertain, but with the guidance of the Force and the bond of unity, they would persevere.

AN: Sorry for the late update, I am working on a Rewrite of a fic that I am enjoying writing.

Please review this chapter I was not sure how it came out, especially since I have to rewrite this chapter twice.