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Harry leaned back against the cold, metallic table in the dimly lit room, his body trembling with pain and exhaustion, his breathing ragged and shallow. The relentless waves of agony coursing through him were a brutal reminder of the injections Jaxar had forced on him. Yet, he couldn't allow himself to succumb to the despair clawing at his resolve —not now, not when the stakes were so high. He had to escape. Jaxar had finally left him alone, and this was the only opportunity he might have.
He closed his eyes, forcing his rapid breaths to slow despite the panic clawing at the edges of his mind. He needed focus, clarity—he needed the Force. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Relaxing as much as he could manage on the narrow cot he was bound to, Harry began to center himself. He envisioned the currents of the Force surrounding him, flowing through the room and through his battered body.
Slowly, but surely, the pain became a distant thrum as he began to immerse himself into the Force. Frustrating, agonizing minutes passed where he battled against the stress, fear, and physical torment wracking him. His body screamed for rest, but Harry knew that giving in was not an option. He had been in terrible situations before and even though none of them had been quite like this he had always made it out, he was nothing if not stubborn.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Harry began to sense the subtle ebb and flow of the Force. It was faint at first, like a whisper, but as he concentrated, it grew clearer. The currents grew stronger, more distinct, becoming more and more intense, and finally, with a smile, Harry reached out with his will, feeling the restraints around his wrists. The locking mechanisms were complex, but he didn't need to open them completely—just enough to create slack. Focusing on one restraint, he visualized the metal loosening. The lock clicked faintly, and Harry's lips curled into a faint smile.
He repeated the process on the other restraint, taking care to maintain his concentration. Finally free, he rubbed his sore wrists briefly to get some feeling back in them before leaning forward to manually loosen the restraints on his ankles. As he swung his legs off the cot, his muscles protested violently, nearly giving out beneath him as he stood. He grabbed the edge of the cot for support, breathing deeply and forcing himself to stand on unsteady legs. The pain, which had been steadily increasing since his last injection, flared sharply, threatening to overwhelm him. He gritted his teeth, one hand gripping the edge of the bed to steady himself. The room seemed to tilt, the walls closing in, but he forced himself to focus.
The alarms hadn't gone off yet. That was something, at least. Harry took a cautious step forward, testing his balance. His muscles protested, but he managed to stay upright as he looked around the room.
The room was small and barren, with a single door that had no visible handle from his side. Harry knew there might be cameras monitoring the room and if not in this room then definitely somewhere in the halls outside, but he could only hope whoever was watching was inattentive or overconfident. He reached out with the Force, searching for the mechanisms controlling the door. A faint hum of power guided him, and he manipulated the circuits, causing the door to hiss open. The hallway beyond was stark, sterile, and ominously silent.
Harry's feet padded quietly against the cold floor as he crept down the corridor. He stayed close to the walls, using what little shadow he could find for cover. Every step sent jolts of pain through his body, but he grit his teeth and pressed on. He knew he couldn't afford to linger. Someone was bound to notice his escape sooner rather than later.
He came across his first obstacle after peaking around a corner—a single guard, armed with a blaster, standing in front of a door. Harry's heart raced. He had no weapon, and he wasn't confident enough in his Force abilities to attempt something complicated. But he'd faced worse odds before. Drawing on the Force, he focused on the guard's mind, projecting a sense of overconfidence. The guards demeanor shifted slightly instantly becoming more relaxed and loosening his grip on his weapon. When the man took a step away from the door and looked in the opposite direction, Harry struck.
He lunged forward, delivering a swift punch to the guard's jaw. The man staggered, and Harry followed up with a sharp kick to his knee, sending him crashing to the floor. Before the guard could recover, Harry grabbed the blaster from his belt. He didn't relish the thought of using it, but he couldn't afford to hesitate. Shooting the guard with a precise shot, Harry moved on.
Room by room, hallway by hallway, Harry navigated the labyrinthine compound relying on the Force to guide him. Each step he hoped was bringing him closer to freedom, and away from danger. The effort of escaping was draining, and despite mostly being able to ignore the pain, the strain on his mind and body was growing with each passing moment.
When he sensed the presence of others ahead, he took alternate routes where possible. Despite his efforts, he encountered several more guards as he moved through the facility. Even taking into account that with each confrontation he had the element of surprise, each fight was a struggle. His body screamed in protest with every movement, and he was fairly confident that adrenaline and determination were the only things keeping him going.
At one point, Harry turned into a wide hallway only to spot a trio of guards patrolling in his direction. Without hesitation, he ducked into the nearest room, quietly closing the door behind him. He pressed his ear to the metal door, listening as their footsteps grew louder and then faded away. Turning his attention to the room, Harry's eyes fell on several stacked crates. The word "Corthalon" was stenciled across them in bold letters, accompanied by prominent explosive warnings. His breath caught. Well at least he knew what the one guard had needed to talk about with Jaxar.
He briefly considered opening one of the crates but decided against it. He didn't have time to waste, and an accidental detonation would destroy any chance of escape. Instead, he grabbed the small datapad that was sitting on the crates and moved to the door before peeked out. The hallway was clear, and Harry slipped back into the corridor, determined to put as much distance as possible between himself and the guards.
Not long after, he found himself cornered in a narrow passage. Two guards emerged from an intersecting hallway, blocking his path. Harry raised the blaster and fired, his aim guided by the Force. One guard dropped, but the other dove for cover and returned fire. The searing heat of a blaster bolt narrowly missed Harry's shoulder, and he ducked behind a stack of storage containers. His breathing was shallow as he focused on the guard's position. Knowing he didn't have time to wait as the guard could call for help at any point or their fight could be overheard, he leaned out and fired again, striking the man before he could call for backup.
Harry's breathing was labored, and sweat dripped down his face. He knew he was running out of time. The alarms could sound at any moment, and he'd be overwhelmed. He pressed on, his mind racing as he considered his next move.
Finally, he reached a larger corridor that seemed to lead toward an exit. The faint sound of machinery and the distant hum of activity grew louder. Harry quickened his pace, hope flaring within him. He could see the end of the hallway now, a heavy door that promised escape.
But then, the alarm blared.
The sudden noise was deafening, a piercing wail that echoed through the compound. Harry's heart sank as the red lights flashed along the corridor. They knew. He broke into a run, well as much of a run as he could manage, trying to ignore the sharp protests from his legs and the pounding in his head. He could hear shouts and the pounding of boots as guards converged on his location.
A door opened halfway down the hallway and Harry came face-to-face with a squad of guards. They raised their blasters, and Harry acted on instinct. He flung out a hand, sending a powerful Force push down the hallway. The guards were thrown back, crashing into the walls and each other. He didn't wait to see if they'd get up; he sprinted past them, his lungs burning with exertion.
The exit was close.
But as he neared the large door, it opened revealing a small handful of guards.
The first guard lunged at him, a baton crackling with energy. Harry sidestepped, his movements guided by instinct and the Force. He grabbed the man's wrist, twisting sharply. The baton fell to the ground, and Harry kicked it away. A second guard swung at him, but Harry ducked, driving his elbow into the man's stomach. The guard doubled over, and Harry grabbed his weapon, a sleek blaster, from its holster.
The remaining guards hesitated, their surprise evident. Harry didn't wait for them to recover. He fired a shot at the nearest light fixture, plunging part of the hallway into darkness. Using the cover, he darted to the side, his movements swift despite the pain that threatened to cripple him.
That action seemed to shock the remaining guards into action, but Harry was already in action. He fired the blaster with precision, disabling lights and scattering the guards remaining in the hallway. When a guard got too close, Harry used the Force to shove him back, sending him sprawling into his comrades.
He ducked behind a crate, his mind racing. He could feel the presence of more guards closing in, their determination a palpable weight in the Force.
Harry closed his eyes for a brief moment, drawing on the Force once more. It flowed through him, filling him with a renewed sense of purpose. He stood, his movements fluid and decisive. With a flick of his wrist, he sent a stack of crates tumbling toward the guards, creating a temporary barrier. The effort left him dizzy, but it bought him the precious seconds he needed.
Reaching the door, Harry slammed his hand against the control panel. It didn't budge. A lockout. Cursing under his breath, he pressed his palm against the door, focusing all his energy. He could feel the mechanisms within, the intricate web of metal and circuitry. He pushed with the Force, willing the door to open.
It groaned in protest, the metal warping under the strain. Behind him, the guards were closing in, their shouts growing louder. Sweat dripped down Harry's face as he pushed harder, every ounce of his will focused on the door. With a final, deafening creak, it slid open just enough for him to slip through.
He stumbled into the cool outdoor air. The night breeze a stark contrast to the stifling heat of the compound. He didn't stop to savor the moment. The alarm was still blaring, and he could hear the guards behind him. He ran, his legs screaming in protest, pain and exhaustion threatening to overwhelm him, but Harry pushed on. He could feel the Force guiding him, urging him forward.
Ahead, he saw a speeder parked near the edge of the compound. It was his only chance. Summoning the last of his strength, Harry sprinted toward it, his vision swimming. He could hear the guards behind him, their shouts growing closer as he reached the speeder. Climbing on, he fumbled with the controls, his hands shaking.
The engine roared to life, and Harry didn't hesitate. He punched the throttle, the speeder lurching forward. The compound grew smaller in the distance as he sped away, the wind whipping through his hair. For a fleeting moment, relief washed over him. He was free.
Or so he thought …
A blaster bolt seared through the air, striking the speeder's left engine. The vehicle vibrated violently for less than a second before spinning wildly out of control. Harry's heart leapt into his throat as he gripped the controls, trying desperately to stabilize the speeder. It was even less responsive than the cursed broomstick Quirrell had tampered with in his first year at Hogwarts. The controls fought against him, jerking erratically with every movement.
Realizing he had no chance of regaining full control, Harry gritted his teeth and tried to steer the spiraling craft toward the water that bordered the west side of Coronet City. The speeder's trajectory wavered, but he managed to edge it in the general direction of the body of water. He could see it growing closer, but the speeder was losing altitude too quickly. He knew it wasn't going to make it.
And then suddenly the speeder nosedived, forcing Harry to make a split-second decision. He pushed himself up from the seat, using the Force to steady his trembling body, and jumped just before the craft smashed into the street. The impact was deafening, a fireball erupting less than two hundred yards from the water's edge.
Harry's landing was far from graceful. Luck was with him, though; he landed in a pile of discarded cargo nets that cushioned his fall. The relief was short-lived as he felt a sharp, searing pain in his chest. He was fairly certain he had refractured his ribs.
Groaning, Harry forced himself to roll off the nets. The world spun around him, and his ears rang from the explosion. He knew he couldn't stay here. He hadn't made it nearly far enough and the fireball and explosion were not exactly subtle. The guards would be on him in minutes, and he was in no shape for another fight. Gritting his teeth, he pushed himself to his feet, clutching his side as he staggered forward. Each step was agony, but he couldn't afford to stop.
He managed less than half a block before his legs gave out, sending him crashing to his knees. The dizziness was overwhelming, his vision blurring as he struggled to get back up. Panic set in as he heard footsteps approaching from behind. He tried to reach for the Force, to summon any strength he had left, but he was unable to maintain his connection with the Force. His hands trembled as he turned, raising his arms in a feeble attempt to defend himself.
Just as he braced for the worst, a familiar voice broke through the haze. "Oh ... what are you doing here?"
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Story Note 1 – A nice short escape chapter. Have been working on the fight scenes involving magic and the Force, let me know how they go. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy the cliffhanger! Understandably this was a little short but setting up for the next several chapters which I didn't want to break apart to fit this one in. I do apologize for that!
Story Note 2 – Good on Harry for escaping … although was this a case of out of the frying pan and into the fire? Who found Harry?
Story Note 3 - It had been mentioned a couple times in previous chapters questioning where Harry's wand came from and he had been carrying it. While still on Tatooine he had used it several times. During the podrace, to enchant his ship, ... but after becoming a Jedi he focused on that however that being said he still had his wand.
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DS2010, thedude19859, fraewyn, Guest x 2 - Thanks so much for the feedback and really hope you continue to enjoy the story as it progresses!
HorusRa - Indeed it does! The wand hadn't been touched on much but as the story progresses will look into it more. That's such a cool idea and while it hasn't come into play that might be something to look into as the story progressed. As for the saber ... that will be coming into play!
grim001us - Awe that's such a cool compliment! I'm really glad you are enjoying the stories! Thanks so much for the compliment!
stacygrrl2002 - That would have been a neat idea but ya different body. Although magic will still provide him some innate abilities. That will indeed be coming up ... but I guess we shall find out in what manner!
starboy454 - Excellent review. Whew good thing he didn't. Although I guess he's not fully out of the woods yet.
cameron1812 - Ya ... I felt a little uncomfortable writing it but felt that it fit and overall I'm glad it was in general well received.
NCC1701D USS Enterprise - He had just been thrown out of a building because of an explosion so was slightly off peak form.
jslee102 - Still early in his training but ya that is a mistake he probably wont make again.
George Cristian810 - I try to avoid plot armor and felt that was was happening was realistic to the situation. What was plot armor-y?
Maverick123214685 - Hmmm ... wonder if they might get involved ...
Monkey D. Conan - Poor Harry! But certainly felt that while it was unfortunate it certainly was reasonable for it to happen!
bored pleasant - It was mentioned a bunch early in the story but when Harry started his training he started to get focused on other things and just carried it around with him. However, it wouldn't be Harry without his wand!
WhiteElfElder - Just a little handicapped! But he's still Harry! So resourceful at the very least! Sure hope no rando finds the wand!
Jostanos - Hopefully not too realistic! I imagine he'll make it out! At least fingers crossed! Hopefully nothing happens to it! Poor Harry - classic Potter luck! I'll get those messages sent out when I have a spare moment! Always something on the go!