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Showing old geezers how it's done: Chapter 7
Chapter Start
October 1985 / 40 BBY, Coruscant, Jedi Temple:
As the sun dipped below the towering spires of Coruscant, casting long shadows across the entry plaza to the Jedi Temple, a young woman in maintenance overalls knelt beside a service panel. Her nimble fingers expertly worked on repairing a malfunctioning circuit. The hum of the city-planet's perpetual activity surrounded her as she concentrated on her task.
Unbeknownst to her, two Jedi, cloaked in their traditional robes, engaged in a hushed conversation nearby. The woman couldn't help but overhear snippets of their dialogue.
"…what about the rumours, master? Surely you know what actually happened." she heard the younger Jedi, a male lasat, say.
"Indeed, my padawan, I am afraid most of what is being spread is correct and I must advise you against speaking about the incident with anyone not part of the Order. The actions of the girl could shake the people's trust in the order if made public." the older Jedi, a female iktotchi, said.
Intrigued, the young maintenance worker discreetly leaned in closer, trying to catch more of their conversation. If she was right then she could soon contact her employer again, he would surely give her an appropriate monetary compensation for her efforts in giving him information.
Why he wanted information as unimportant as common gossip told to him as soon as possible was unknown to her but she didn't really care too much. If he paid, she was satisfied.
"And the boy? Did he truly come back with frostbite?" She could hear the younger Jedi say.
"Indeed. Ilum was a harsh trial for him. Padawan Malafe left him behind there when he didn't return with his crystal before she got impatient. He has faced danger beyond that trial before as far as I am aware, but to survive on Ilum for a week with barely any supplies..."
"Wow.. his force connection.. and stubborness must be extremely strong"
"I think so aswell. Let's hope that stubborness won't become a headache for his master in the future.."
"And what happens to the girl?"
"Well to be honest I haven't been told but..."
Her curiosity piqued, she couldn't help but wonder about the boy they were discussing. Peverell they said was his name... Who was he, and what had happened on Ilum that would warrant such a conversation among the Jedi?
Unfortunately, the Jedi seemed to grow aware of their surroundings and lowered their voices further, making it impossible for her to hear more. They moved away, leaving the young woman to complete her work.
With a sense of urgency gnawing at her, she finished repairing the circuit and quickly gathered her tools. She needed to return to her apartment on Level 4977, a residential sector in one of Coruscant's countless layers. As she navigated the bustling streets and vertical avenues of the city, her thoughts were consumed by the enigmatic conversation she had overheard.
Upon reaching her modest apartment, she rushed to her communication terminal. She activated the holoprojector, and a flickering blue image materialized in front of her. It depicted a hooded figure, their features concealed in shadow.
"Master," she said respectfully, bowing her head. She had always wondered just who her employer was but never dared to ask. The money she got from her reports was enough to satisfy her curiousity.
The figure nodded in acknowledgment, a low, raspy voice emanating from the shadows. "Report, agent."
The young woman hesitated for a moment, gathering her thoughts. "Master, I overheard a conversation between two Jedi near the Jedi Temple. They spoke of a troubling event on Ilum and mentioned the name of a boy. It seemed of great significance to them."
The hooded figure leaned forward slightly, the holographic features obscured by darkness. "Tell me everything you heard, my apprentice."
She proceeded to recount the snippets of conversation she had overheard, careful to provide as much detail as possible. Her words seemed to intrigue her master, and she could sense his palpable interest.
After she had finished her account, the figure in the hologram leaned back, shrouded in contemplative silence. Finally, the raspy voice spoke again. "You have done well, agent. I need you to find out more about what transpired on Ilum, especially concerning this boy. This information is of great importance. The usual amount of credits will be transferred to your account within the next hour, further efforts will be rewarded with a 10 percent increase."
"Of course, Master, thank you." she replied with a deep sense of loyalty. She knew her role in the grand scheme of things, and she would carry out her master's orders diligently, even if she had no inkling of the dark designs that lurked behind the hooded visage.
As the hologram faded, she was left with a sense of purpose and the weight of a newfound mission. Little did she know that her actions would set in motion events that would ripple through the galaxy, ultimately converging with the destinies of Jedi and Sith, light and dark.
**Scene Break**
The past month was one of the worst ones of Ro Malafe's life so far. Her master's reaction to her actions had been even more devestating than what she had expected and it was only her master that wasn't shunning her now.
Her group of friends? They abandoned her immediately the moment they heard what she had done... why could nobody see that the freak was a menace that needed to be done away with? Something needed to be done... but first she needed to show that she was a Jedi like all the others, heir confinement to her quarters when she wasn't attending a lesson was already becoming annoying.
The reeducation program she had to attend now was also a headache but she would get through it with time.
And to think that it was still in question if she wouldn't just be sent to the agricorps... she really didn't want to lose her future of being a Jedi. The Jedi Temple was her home and her friends, even though they abandoned her for now, were still like family to her...
'Probably by design, now that I think of it.' she thought, trying to keep the misery from consuming her. She would show all of them... yes she would.
**Scene Break**
October 1985 / 40 BBY, Ilum, Crystal Cave Entrance:
The transport ship descended through the frigid atmosphere of Ilum, and a sense of anticipation mingled with apprehension fluttered in Harry's chest. The ice-covered world stretched out below, a barren and desolate landscape, its surface glistening like a vast sea of diamonds.
Harry couldn't help but reflect on his previous visit to this planet. The memories of his time in the crystal cave were etched into his mind, each thought tinged with a sense of wonder and respect.
Standing alongside the group of younglings, their excitement palpable, and the padawan who would later be responsible for their safety, Harry watched as the ship settled down onto the frosted landing pad. The cold, biting air struck him as soon as the boarding ramp lowered. The younglings, wrapped in heavy robes, stepped out eagerly, their breath forming icy plumes in the air.
"You alright there, Peverell?" the padawan beside him, a young adult male zabrak, asked.
"I'll be fine, thank you" he said, nodding to the young man respectfully. The zabrak clapped his hands twice, "Alright then, ladies and gentlemen if you would please follow me" he said with a grin, walking towards the giant wall of ice that could be somewhat seen in the distance.
With that, the group of younglings, with Harry at the forefront, made their way to the entrance hall of the crystal cave, following the zabrak padawan.
Using the force the group brought down a part of the icy wall and they entered the entrance hall, the younglings happily skipping towards Master Yoda who sat at the center of the entrance hall.
The normal procedure followed and Harry waited with the zabrak padawan and Master Yoda until they had entered the crystal cave at which point he and Master Yoda went back to the ship, while the zabrak padawan made himself comfortable with a blanket and a small pillow he had brought along.
After what had happened to Harry, supplies had been shipped to Ilum, to help anyone stuck in the entrance hall should that happen again. As he and the small Jedi Grandmaster slowly made their way back towards the transport ship, Harry waited until they were out of hearing range of the zabrak padawan.
"Master Yoda," Harry began, his voice a soft reflection of his emotions, "I couldn't help but hear about what happened with Ro Malafe."
Yoda regarded him with knowing eyes. "Troubled you are by this, young Initiate."
Harry nodded, the vast icy expanse of Ilum's landscape serving as a backdrop to his concerns. "I can't help but wonder, Master Yoda. It seems like her punishment is relatively light for what she did. Isn't abandoning another Jedi a grave offense?"
Master Yoda's ears twitched slightly, a gesture of contemplation. "The Council's decision it was, young Peverell. From her mistake, she will learn. Support her you must. Understand her journey, you do not."
Harry took a deep breath, realizing that arguing with the little green Jedi Grandmaster was pretty much pointless. "Yes, Master Yoda. I'll do my best to follow your guidance." he said, trying to sound as genuine as possible.
They soon arrived at a transport ship at which point Master Yoda made his way to the cockpit, probably intending to meditate on this or that.
In the meanwhile, Harry approached a peculiar droid known as Huyang, the Jedi Temple's lightsaber architect. The droid's bronze chassis gleamed with an air of wisdom. He greeted Harry with a nod of his oversized head. "Ah, young Initiate Peverell, I see you are back to health. Are you here to finally begin constructing your first lightsaber?" the droid asked enthusiastically.
Harry nodded in acknowledgment. "Yes, Master Huyang. I hope to construct a new lightsaber."
Huyang extended a trio of metallic arms, presenting a variety of crystal chambers, hilt components and other lightsaber parts to Harry. "You've come to the right place, dear boy. It's not merely the lightsaber, you know, but the connection between Jedi and their chosen crystals."
Harry examined the pieces carefully, selecting a slightly curved hilt design coloured silver with golden aspects. With the chosen components in hand, he moved to a quiet corner of the ship, sitting cross-legged on the cold floor.
He took out the yellow kyber crystal he had claimed the last time he had been on Ilum and laid it onto the metallic ground in front of him together with the other lightsaber parts. The other younglings would have watched in awe had they been here, as he began the intricate process of constructing his lightsaber.
In a state of deep meditation, Harry relied on the Force to guide his every movement. He held the crystal chamber gently in one hand, focusing intently, as the other components floated in the air around him. It was a dance of precision and reverence, a ritual that spanned thousands of generations.
He felt the hum of the yellow kyber crystal resonating with the Force, like a living entity eager to become one with its destined Jedi. Slowly, the crystal chamber joined with the hilt, each piece slotting together with the intricate precision that only a Jedi could accomplish.
With a final, reverent touch, Harry secured the focusing crystal in place. The components melded seamlessly, and his hand tightened around the hilt. The lightsaber was complete.
Harry opened his eyes, gazing at the now-assembled weapon. A bright, yellow glow emitted from the chamber, a testament to the connection he had formed with his crystal. He had crafted his own lightsaber, a symbol of his growth as a Jedi. Satisfied, he extinguished the blade and attached the weapon to his belt.
**Scene Break**
November 1985 / 40 BBY, Coruscant, Jedi Temple:
The training chamber was bathed in a soft, artificial light as Dooku and Harry stood facing each other.
"Today, Harry, we begin with the most fundamental form of lightsaber combat – Form I, also known as Shii Cho," Dooku announced, his voice carrying the weight of years of experience. "It is the foundation upon which all other forms are built."
Dooku ignited his own lightsaber, the deep blue blade casting an intense glow. The room danced with the play of shadows as he moved with a measured grace, demonstrating the basic stances and movements of Shii Cho.
"Form I is a balanced and versatile form," Dooku explained, his gaze fixed on Harry. "It is the essence of simplicity and economy of motion. Mastering it will provide you with a solid foundation for lightsaber combat."
Harry, training lightsaber in hand, listened attentively. He activated the azure blade, its brilliance contrasting with Dooku's own blue blade.
"Watch closely, and then we will practice the basic sequences together," Dooku continued. He began to demonstrate the core principles of Shii Cho – the firm stances, the precise strikes, and the emphasis on defensive maneuvers.
With deliberate movements, Dooku guided Harry through the initial sequences. "Balance is crucial, Harry. Keep your feet rooted, and let your body move with the flow of the Force."
They moved through the exercises, Harry following Dooku's lead. The room echoed with the clashing hum of lightsabers as the two engaged in controlled sparring, each movement calculated and purposeful.
Dooku offered guidance, adjusting Harry's form and encouraging him to focus on the principles of Shii Cho. "Remember, the goal is not just to defeat your opponent but to control the engagement. Shii Cho is about patience and precision."
As the lesson progressed, the dance of lightsabers became more fluid. Dooku's blue blade weaved through the air, while Harry tried his best to replicate his (future) master's movements. The rhythmic clashing hum of lightsabers echoed the exchange of knowledge and skill between master and apprentice.
The training session eventually came to an end with Dooku deactivating his lightsaber, the room returning to a serene stillness. The beginning signs of sweat glistened on Harry's forehead, a testament to the intensity of the lesson.
"Form I lays the groundwork for your journey in lightsaber combat. Master it, and you will be well-prepared for the challenges that lie ahead," Dooku concluded, his gaze fixed on Harry with a sense of expectation for the path that awaited the young apprentice.
**Scene Break**
June 1986 / 39 BBY, Coruscant, Jedi Temple:
The training chamber was bathed in the soft glow of training sabers, their hum resonating through the air. Jedi Master Dooku stood poised, lightsaber in hand, his focused gaze fixed upon Harry, the young Initiate he had taken under his wing. The room was filled with a palpable tension as they prepared to engage in a sparring session.
"Ready yourself, Harry," Dooku intoned, his voice carrying the weight of experience as he looked at his young charge.
Harry, holding his own training saber, nodded, a steely determination in his eyes. He assumed a Makashi stance, mirroring Dooku's form, the lightsaber held with precision and finesse. It was obvious however that Harry hadn't done his homework properly as his starting stance wasn't quite right which made Dooku narrow his eyes in contemplation.
Dooku lunged forward only a second later, his blade slicing through the air with calculated grace. The two engaged in a dance of flashing blades, the clash of metal echoing in the chamber. Dooku seamlessly transitioned between forms, each movement deliberate and fluid.
His attacks were a masterful blend of elegance and deadly precision. The practice fight was a little boring for him but that was to be expected when fighting against a youngling who had just recently built his lightsaber.
Harry, focused and agile, parried each strike with Makashi's signature finesse. The rhythmic clash of their blades filled the chamber as Dooku sought to test Harry's skills. Makashi's emphasis on precision and economy of movement seemed to serve Harry well in Dooku's opinion, but he had yet to fully grasp the intricacies of the form.
Dooku's attacks intensified, a series of quick strikes and feints aimed at probing Harry's defenses. The young Padawan responded with a series of well-timed parries, his concentration evident in the furrow of his brow.
As the duel continued, Dooku noted a subtle flaw in Harry's defense—a slight hesitation in one of the parries. Capitalizing on the opening, Dooku pressed forward, his lightsaber blade moving with calculated speed.
Harry, sensing the impending strike, desperately adjusted his stance, but it was too late. Dooku's lightsaber halted just inches from Harry's midsection, the proximity a stark reminder of the danger.
Dooku withdrew, his expression stern but approving. "You must remain vigilant, Harry. Makashi is a dance, a delicate balance between offense and defense. Anticipate your opponent's movements, and let the form guide you."
Harry nodded, catching his breath, grateful for the valuable lesson. The hum of lightsabers ceased, leaving the training chamber in a momentary stillness.
The encounter had been a testament to the fine line between success and vulnerability in the art of lightsaber combat. It was evident however that Dooku's young charge was frustrated by the little progress he had made during the past few weeks.
"Patience, Harry, the art of Makashi is only most seldomly learned overnight" Dooku said with faint amusement, looking at his padawan with raised eyebrows. Harry threw his arms in the air and sat down on a nearby chair, running his hand through his hair.
"Master, to be honest I do not think Makashi is the form that fits me the most" his padawan said while crossing his arms. Dooku regarded the youngling carefully, "Interesting, why do you think would that be the case? Your reflexes are well above average for a youngling your age, your footwork is adequate for the time we spent on Form II and your hand-eye coordination is quite impressive.
The only things I find lacking are your precision and your failure to learn the core aspects of Makashi properly" he said camly, not mentioning the grace with which the boy moved. It was as if Harry had taken dancing lessons at some point in his life.
'Judging from what I know of his life on Nar Shaddaa that seems almost impossible' he thought, suspicion creeping into the more paranoid part of his mind for a second before he dismissed it as nonsense.
"I mean yeah that is certainly true but shouldn't I use my reflexes, my agility and my acceleration to my advantage?" his young charge asked, his frustration evident in his voice.
"That is something that I cannot answer as any answer I would give would be tainted by my bias towards Makashi. If it would please you we could seek out Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan after finishing today's training session" Dooku said, offering Harry a compromise. Harry seemed to have accepted the proposal as the boy exhaled with obvious relieve. "I'd like that, Master"
"Hmmmm yes I can see what Harry meant" said Qui-Gon later that evening as he and Dooku watched their charges fighting eachother using training sabers while employing Soresu and Makashi respectively.
"Indeed? I must admit that is quite... disappointing to hear." Dooku reluctantly admitted, making his friend smile in amusement. It was obvious to both of them that Dooku had hoped to make Harry into his successor as Dooku held the title of being the most proficient Makashi user in the Jedi Order.
"I can understand your disappointment my friend but it is obvious that Harry's stature and preferred style of moving favours another style" Qui-Gon told his old master, an apologetic smile on his face.
"I see, which one would that be?" Dooku asked, knowing what his friend's answer would likely be.
They continued to watch as their charges continued the practice fight, Obi-Wan slowly but surely getting the upper hand above the younger boy despite not pressing his opponent as much as he could have. It was clear that Obi-Wan ignored many of Harry's smaller mistakes, choosing to prolong the fight instead.
"Ataru of course and no I am not just saying that because I use it myself." Qui-Gon said with a faint smile as they watched Harry successfully using a faint to get back into the fight properly, now able to get Obi-Wan purely on the defense for the first time that day.
"See? Harry's agility, energy and explosive movement are splendid attributes to have if one wants to become proficient in Ataru. I highly suggest you either find him a tutor in Ataru or let me take over your lightsaber practice." Dooku's old padawan said making him sigh in resigned acceptance, before nodding his head.
"Then so shall it be. Before we end things for today, I have to commend your padawan, even I can see that Obi-Wan has improved significantly since I last saw him spar with another padawan."
**Scene Break**
The hum of the lightsaber filled the training chamber as Qui-Gon Jinn, the seasoned Jedi Master, stood before Harry. Dooku observed from the sidelines, his stern gaze assessing the unfolding lesson. They had still not told Harry about what they had decided after his spar with Obi-Wan but it seemed like the young boy didn't seem to mind that too much.
"Harry, you are probably going to wonder why Obi-Wan isn't here. Well, after watching the last spar between you two, I have come to a decision regarding the lightsaber form that will most likely suit you the most... anyway, so today we are going to delve into Ataru, the fourth form," Qui-Gon announced, his voice carrying the weight of experience.
"It is a form characterized by agility, acrobatics, and relentless offensive strikes. The key is to maintain constant motion, keeping your opponent off balance. It is sometimes critisized to be too offensive and lacking in it's defensive aspect but as long as you remain acrobatic aswell as agile and retain a well developed physique then the offensive capabilities of Ataru will often compensate for the lacking defensive ones."
Harry, attentive and eager to learn, nodded in acknowledgment. The glow of the training lightsaber bathed his face in a blue light as he prepared for the lesson. He hadn't gotten to use his own lightsaber yet as he wasn't deemed proficient enough with one to not hurt himself while practicing and while he could understand that, he really really wanted to use his own one.
Qui-Gon ignited his lightsaber, the vibrant green blade casting a radiant glow. "Watch closely," he urged, moving into a fluid sequence of moves that embodied the essence of Ataru. His movements were a blur as he executed flips, spins, and intricate footwork.
"Form IV relies on speed and unpredictability," Qui-Gon explained as he seamlessly transitioned between acrobatic maneuvers. "Use the Force to enhance your physical abilities, allowing you to move with unparalleled swiftness."
Dooku's sharp eyes followed every motion, silently acknowledging the effectiveness of Ataru when wielded by a skilled practitioner.
Qui-Gon paused, allowing the principles of Ataru to sink in. "Now, Harry, it's your turn. Channel the Force, let it guide your movements. I am aware you are somewhat familiar with this aspect but do not let that confidence grow into arrogance, believing yourself incapable of improving even in something you have spent years practicing."
Harry ignited his training lightsaber, its azure glow contrasting with Qui-Gon's emerald blade.
"No Harry, keep it deactivated for now, I want you to start practicing Ataru's core movements without the distraction of a lightsaber" Qui-Gon chided gently, making Harry nod towards the experienced Jedi Master in acknowledgement.
He took a deep breath, reaching out to the Force as he attempted to emulate the acrobatic dance he had just witnessed.
Under Qui-Gon's watchful eye, Harry began his practice. He began jogging through the large chamber, slowly beginning to immerse himself in the force, letting it guide his actions more and more while enhancing his physical abilities in the process.
The force seemed to understand what Harry was currently working towards and he found himself making first simple and then more complex movements that were similiar to some of the ones that Qui-Gon had used earlier.
After some time, Harry began to incorporate spins and flips, making the core aspects of Ataru his own. The room became a whirlwind of movement as he engaged with an imaginary opponent, his training lightsaber eventually igniting and flashing through the air.
Qui-Gon offered guidance, correcting Harry's form and encouraging him to focus on the seamless flow between offense and defense. The training session continued, with Harry gradually gaining the first shimmers of confidence in his execution of Ataru.
As the lesson concluded, Qui-Gon deactivated his lightsaber, the chamber returning to a momentary stillness. Dooku approached, a hint of approval in his gaze. "Ataru demands discipline and precision. It is a formidable form when mastered."
Harry, though fatigued, wore a satisfied smile. The introduction to Ataru had opened a new chapter in his training, and the echoes of the lesson lingered in the perceived hum of the lightsabers and the profound silence of the training chamber.
**Scene Break**
September 1986 / 39 BBY, Coruscant, Jedi Temple:
The training chamber buzzed with energy as Qui-Gon Jinn and Harry faced off once more. The hum of lightsabers filled the air, signaling the intensity of their sparring session. Qui-Gon had been instructing Harry in the ways of Ataru, the fourth form of lightsaber combat, for a few months now and today was a test of the fledgling, young Jedi's progress.
Harry moved with an agility that spoke of his dedication to mastering the form. His yellow lightsaber traced arcs in the air as he executed flips and spins, demonstrating the acrobatic style of Ataru. Qui-Gon, wielding his green lightsaber, observed Harry's movements with a discerning eye.
The sparring match intensified as Qui-Gon engaged in the fluid and dynamic style of Ataru. His movements were measured, a blend of defensive blocks and counterattacks. Harry responded with a flurry of strikes, attempting to break through Qui-Gon's defenses.
Qui-Gon's experience and wisdom allowed him to predict Harry's moves, parrying each strike with ease. Jedi Master and Jedi Initiate exchanged strikes and blocks, the lightsabers clashing in a symphony of sizzling energy.
As the spar continued, Qui-Gon found an opening in Harry's defenses. With a swift motion, he disarmed Harry, causing the young Jedi's lightsaber to deactivate and fall to the ground.
"Good effort, Harry. Your progress in Ataru is commendable, but remember, the key is to balance your offense with defense," Qui-Gon advised, a tone of encouragement in his voice.
Harry, catching his breath, nodded in acknowledgment. "It's a challenging form, Master Jinn. I'll keep practicing."
Qui-Gon offered a reassuring smile. "Patience and practice are the keys to mastering Ataru as they are to mastering any form. Continue honing your skills, and you will become a formidable practitioner of this form."
The training session concluded with Qui-Gon retrieving Harry's fallen lightsaber and handing it back to him. The hum of deactivating lightsabers filled the chamber, leaving behind the sense of a lesson learned and progress made in the journey toward lightsaber mastery.
End of Chapter
To adamohov0: Извини, но я не скажу тебе, пока отношения не состоятся.
(I hope google translated correctly)
To Damien Evermere: I hope her punishment as stated in the chapter was somewhat satisfying for you. Sending her to the agricorps would be an unwise decision as Ro Malafe is already quite far in her teachings and as stated by Plagueis, very talented and only hindered by her attitude.
To moose3333: Thank you for pointing that out. I must have missed that detail while writing the chapter and I have added a sentence that should make it more realistic.
To ErikFreak: Not going to spoil what happens to her but yeah it doesn't look good for her.
To Erozoth: I am quite amazed, I haven't had a reviewer that was so angry at me, yet. Chill, it's just a fanfic. Not saying your criticism is completely unfounded, cause some of it is valid, especially since you apparently didn't bother to read past the first chapter but oh well. However I even specifically stated that he wasn't able to use magic at the moment because he had no wand, which makes sense because when have we ever seen someone use more complex magic without a wand in Harry Potter? I don't remember but then again I might be wrong. Eh I can't be bothered to address every single complaint you have so don't bother continuing reading if you even read this, it won't make you happy.
To Guest: I can understand your frustration but be realistic, would they really throw her away for example? Not only would her potential be lost, she would also be able to roam free and turn to the dark side causing potentially a lot of chaos. And they won't just kill her. The Jedi Order at this point in time is still living in peaceful bliss, they won't do anything rash like they did later in canon with Ahsoka.
To EP: Anyone know what's meant with 'sympa'?
To Andromedananaea: Yeah, fanfic net has a few issues when it comes to accessing newly uploaded chapters. As for the future knowledge, Harry has no idea when exactly something is going to happen. Also, it is pretty clear that Palpetine is already firmly entrenched in the senate, what can Harry really do at this point besides improving himself and gathering allies within the Jedi Order? I would find it unlikely that the Jedi would believe that a Senator is actually a Sith in hiding even with the force telling them that Harry does indeed believe that he's telling the truth.
To Anubis1650: Thank you for the extensive review and speculation. I do agree with your assessment of Ro's actions and it was my intention to make her look misguided and jealous, not malicious. I do have specific plans for her, you will just have to wait until I get to that point. XD
To Guest: Yeah I absolutely agree. I do think that if I was reincarnated and found myself in such a situation I'd try to convince a few Jedi of my opinion on the Order and if that doesn't work just say 'fuck it, not my problem' and then live a quiet, peaceful life somewhere.
To Glrasshopper: Damn did I truly make these simple mistakes? What an embarrassent. I do hope you forgive me, my ADD doesn't make it easy keeping track of things sometimes. ^^.. And yeah I do have a document with the plot points but even then I obviously seem to miss a few things. Concering getting a beta reader... well I had no luck there so far, believe me I tried.
To Danger McAleer: I think I know who you mean (should be pretty obvious tho) and yeah she'd be an absolute W as a partner for Harry. I am not quite certain tho... I originally had a pairing but changed the plan for Harry's future partner.
To rajeshkont: Unless I have forgotten posting chapters 7 to 10 already, then yeah that was it the moment you wrote that.
To Andrew Lee Houghton: I appreciate the compliment but uhm I don't really have an idea about what you wanted to tell me in your first review of the two.
To moogie551: No sorry I do not want to spoil things in the replies here. Feel free to message me per DM though.
To hellboybu: Thanks but could you specify what you mean with 'this kind of mc'?
To Guest: While I understand where you're going with your speculation you have to keep in mind that Harry is merely a youngling for now. If Qui-Gon and Dooku had no chance to save the Jedi even when they themselves were masters then what chance does Harry stand at this stage?
To vmage2: Mate, I didn't even believe you at first but you were right and... it was easily fixable but well... I have no words...
To VincentFS: Yeah mate, thanks for the elaborate comment. Your detailed description of what exactly you didn't like about my pacing is really helpful. ._.