Okay everyone, here's another chapter of this story! Now, as Harry stated before, he and the others fell into the year 97 BBY in the Star Wars timeline when they were banished. Originally I was going to have them fall right before the start of Phantom Menace and become Jedi, but I decided against this because they'd be no real help or harm to the plot running around while other characters are made to hold their hands and inform them of every little thing that's going on Plot-wise. This way, when they do decide to get involved in the events, Harry's knowledge of what SHOULD happen will be of more use and he'll be able to twist events just the right way so that they don't stray to far from canon that he wouldn't be able to correct.

Now then, as Harry and the others have landed in 97 BBY, that places them with:

Yoda, who is 795 years-old

Count Dooku, who is 5 years-old

Emperor Palatine, who is born in 15 years

Obi-Wan Kenobi, who is born in 40 years

Anakin Skywalker, who is born in 56 years

Those are all the important ones I want you guys to remember for WHEN I do time-skips as I will state how many years were skipped and the table above will change with it. The whole point is, Harry and the others aren't be watched by Palatine or Dooku, but as for Yoda… hmm…

Chapter 7: The Start of the Rest of Their Lives

Two months. It had been two months of just about the same boring routine, but they were proud to say that every moment of those two months were spent with more peace and focus than anything. In short, it was all spent quite well.

Hermione had taken to finding out all the knowledge she could on the galaxy. She was seen more often in the Grand Data-Library of Kamino than she was in the presence of others. She knew just about every fact she could find on the Jedi and the Galactic Republic. She was also able recite most of them from mere memory. If ever there was something she didn't know off the top of her head, then the datapad constantly in the confides of her robe's pocket would give the answer as she would berate herself and jump back into her studies.

Though, it was her Jedi training which had truly taken her to the height of her knowledge. She mediated on the knowledge she would gain, practicing the calming properties of the Force whenever her eyes grew weary of reading and her mind hazy with sleep. She ordered and organized her mind in great detail, enabling her to retain knowledge like a blackhole took in light; never releasing it no matter how much she did take. She didn't care much for the physical side of the training, even if she had to admit it's usefulness in substitute to simply pulling a blaster and killing someone. Plus, it helped with her health and gave her what she considered a good figure.

Fred and George were almost too inventive with their training, finding new and better uses for the Force than most Jedi, who respected it too greatly, dared to do. They were also very handy in a lab, creating and altering many of normal weapons and plans for improvement. If they weren't pranking the cranky Kamino scientists, then they were in Lab 69 (a pun that was entirely unknowing, they swear!) dreaming up and creating new and revised inventions. They didn't care much about fighting either, but if they were forced to, the pair could be a formidable duo in just about any form of combat.

Sirius, it seemed, had grown far too attached to magic to want to delve too deeply into learning the Force, having been raised from an ancient pureblood family and lived as a wizard most of his life. He said he was perfectly fine with the basics, and he was. He practiced them regularly. With those basics, and a wand, Sirius was rather good in a fight, if one came to him. However, the biggest and most surprising of things was Sirius' fascination with blasters and bounty-hunting technology. A few weeks ago a low-grade bounty hunter had been caught trying to sneak into the Armory after having crash-landed on the outskirts of the domed city. Sirius was the one to lose stone-wand-cloak, making him the one sent to inspect the man, his weaponry, and his purpose. So, you could imagine everyone's surprise (even Harry's) when twenty minutes later Sirius was seen flying around outside on the rare sunny day using jet-boots and firing a blaster at completely random things while shouting his enjoyment of the spectacle… all the way up until he ran out of power, and plunged into the vast ocean below him. Luckily, Harry was feeling nice on that day, and had Sirius fished out, even though the energetic man had hit some of the Kaminoans with his random blaster-bolt shots.

Snape and Draco, it seemed, weren't too worried with the Force either. While they enjoyed learning of it's calming properties and it's basic powers in comparison to their magic, each of the two Slytherins had found only one power worth their time to learn and master over the two months while they had all been learning from the Kaminoan Master's holocron.

Snape greatly liked the mental abilities and properties of the Force, mostly the ability Battle Mediation as it was called. While Snape never fought in battle over the two months, the man seemed to greatly enjoy the least common uses of the ability, which were the manipulation of the emotions of others. Snape seemed to greatly enjoy annoying Sirius with his abilities to make the man feel uncomfortable emotions in inappropriate situations.

Draco, however, seemed to like the physical abilities of the Force, the most prominent being Force-Enhancements. Draco could be seen testing his acrobatic abilities in training rooms at just about any given time of the day while a magical-created saber was in his hands. Harry had told them all about the lightsaber, and ever since Draco found out that one could cut through just about anything, he had been training for one ever since. In fact, Draco was so happy during his training, that he even allowed Dobby to train with/against him, being that Dobby had taken to the same path as Draco in "jumping around like a trained circus monkey" as Snape had sneered at the pair one day.

Luna, however, took to more of a belief rather than any actual training. Luna spent the most time learning under the holocron, aside from Harry. There, she would listen to Master Kina Ha as the Kaminoan Jedi Master would reflect on the Force beliefs that she encountered while pondering the true meaning of the Force. Luna, it seems, had taken to the belief of the Potentium Force, which suggested that there was only one Force that did not take sides. The Potentium view stated that the Force and the galaxy in general were "inherently good", and as Luna would explain to them whenever she could according to this belief, the so-called "Dark-Side" was not made up of specific "parts" or "abilities" of the Force: as espoused by the "Light-Side", but rather that it existed inside the life-form, made from their emotions. Luna would go on to explain to Snape (and anyone else that would debate her), when they in such a discussion, that by that standard, and unlike the Light-Side, all Potentium followers could perform any action and use the Force in any way they saw fit, as long as the intention behind it was good. None of them disputed Luna's beliefs, but that was mostly because they themselves could not claim a belief so early on in their trainings.

However, they were all merely pebbles compared to Harry's mountain of knowledge and training which he undertook with much enthusiasm. Harry, after so many years of wanting the Force to be real and then discovering magic at such a young age, had become so overeager to learn and practice the real Force (as opposed to magic, which he felt just wasn't the same), that he would be up at late and early hours learning from Kina Ha's holocron on anything she would teach. In fact, Harry rarely ever went to his room for sleep, as he made sure that one of the first skills he learned was the Force Trance. He'd merely place his body in a false-sleep while his mind was alert and listening to Master Ha's lectures on the Force abilities he would practice once his body was rested.

More that once, Hermione and the others would need to forcibly drag Harry from the holocron for him to eat a proper meal or to do his daily hygiene rituals. Harry, however, didn't care. If it wasn't business with Kamino or some terrible event, he didn't want to be bothered as he stared at the holo-image of Kina Ha while the woman taught him. Even the holocron had taken to nagging him about his "obsession" with learning from her. Harry had, more than once, told it to shut up and continue on with the lesson.

Harry sat atop his throne, his eyes closed in a blissful peace as he listened to Lama Su speak about the development of the first batch of clones.

"… and so with their programming about to be instilled before they're release, we wanted to know if there were any basic orders that you wanted them to be under or know." Lama Su said, not at all peeved by Harry's almost sleep-like expression as it was not the first time Harry had looked so.

The Force was obviously some form of drug to the young Lord as he seemed just too calm at times, and he Lama Su was a Kaminoan, so that was saying something…

"Are all the normal orders in place. Ya know, the ones that say no matter what, you, my Council, and myself are their utmost supreme authority and no one else? That no matter what, if I give any order, it supersedes all others? That even if they are sold away or have turned traitor, I am still their Father, their Master, their Lord, their God?" Harry asked, almost lazily as he opened his eyes slowly to gaze down at Lama Su with great unconscious intensity. Had it been even a month ago, Lama Su would have quivered under the calm and overwhelming power the young Royal Lord held in his gaze, but now he was so used to the tide of veiled threats the emerald orbs held that he didn't even bother flinching back.

Because he knew that to betray the young Lord that sat atop the throne of their people was to go against the might of things he could not and never would comprehend; a fate worst than Death…

"Yes, my Lord. The clones may betray each other, but betraying you face-to-face would be an act worst than termination to them. Is there anything else you'd like to have in their programming?" Lama Su asked, tapping away at the datapad in his hands as Harry shook his head.

"Nothing that I could think of right now, no. But perhaps I'll think of some new orders once the second batch are ready for engraving." Harry said, tapping at his chin in an innocent way of thinking.

"Then will you please accompany me for the first batch's inspection. They are being readied now as we speak." Lama Su said as Harry quirked a brow.

"Oh, now I'm curious. Did you believe I'd have no other orders?" Harry asked as Lama Su raised a nonexistent brow of his own.

"No, but if you had, then the new helmet design of Commanders Fred and George Weasley would have implanted the new orders in to the clones through the nero-sensor." Lama Su said as Harry's brow rose again.

"I thought those weren't ready yet." Harry said as he rose from his throne and walked from his Court with Lama Su.

"No, they are. The identical Commanders merely wished to surprise you later. I don't understand why, being that things could have been improved by your orders had you known, but I digress." Lama Su said as Harry smiled.

"Tell me, Lama, how goes their Storm Retreat project?" Harry asked as Lama Su almost seemed to smile while they made their way to the Military Complex.

"It goes well. The commoners are helping them greatly and the first three of the seven probes have already been launched. All three are fully operational and storms across Sector One, Sector Three, and Sector Seven have already been decreasing in number of thunderstorms. They operate in regular intervals, making a storm once a day on the seven day system you've setup." Lama Su said as Harry nodded.

"Good, very good indeed." Harry said, a bright smile on his face as he and Lama Su enter an elevator and went down.

"Commander Snape wanted me to inform you that he and his team of scientist have isolated the DNA from that creature ahead of schedule and will be proceeding to cloning of it with haste." Lama Su said, frowning at his data-pad as Harry smirked.

While he himself had never found the time in-between his training to look through his belongings, Snape, Hermione, and Sirius had with his permission. They had found many things in the magical trunk; things that Harry had never seen a day in his life. Sirius, being the oldest and most cultured of the Wizarding Society, explained that anything the Potter family (and any other family he was the last of) owned would have gone with him into banishment. That meant that he had quite a bit of interest and odd things with him. Sadly, all the gold in his vaults was frozen there, as the goblins did not trust him to manage his return. However, they did allow him to keep other things, all of which would return to the greedy little buggers if he died or returned. Harry had briefly wondered why the goblins wouldn't allow him to take the gold if it had the same spell by being, as Sirius said it, "goblin-crafted". Sirius said it was because the goblins didn't instill their gold with the same spell-crafting they did with all their other goblin-made creations.

However, Harry found that being the ruler of a planet meant that he didn't have to want for wealth when it was so freely given to him.

"Lama Su, is my personally spacecraft ready yet?" Harry asked, as Lama Su glanced at him.

"Not yet, but it shall be before the week is out." Lama Su said as he switched data-cards on his data-pad to do more work as he trailed at Harry's side.

Harry felt himself almost pout childishly at the fact that his ship wasn't ready. While it was true that he had thrown himself deeply into his studies of the ways of the Force, Harry always found a distraction in how many other things would be simply brilliant during his stay in the Star Wars universe. Things like his first lightsaber battle, his first ride in a spacecraft, his first arrival to a new planet, his first trip to Coruscant, his first meeting with a normal Jedi (since Kina Ha could never be counted as normal in his book, mostly due to her holocron snapping at him just because he felt bathing nor nearly as interesting as learning to move things with his mind), and his first gaze upon building such as the Jedi Temple and the Galactic Senate Chamber.

While these thoughts ran through Harry's head, his pleasant smile turned into a downturn as his mind wandered to darker thoughts. Despite all that he had learned in the two months, he still dreaded when he'd first encounter Palatine and Dooku. Hell, he was almost positively terrified of when he planned to meet with Jabba the Hutt and Jango Fett. The simple fact was, Harry had almost no clue what and how his meeting with any of the darker Star Wars figures would go. He knew their habits and their personalities, but would such things from library books, movies, and his own comic hold true when he was face-to-face with the villains that helped bring down the Republic and organize galaxy-wide crime?

Harry certainly feared they wouldn't, but he was hoping for a miracle in his composure when the events finally came into play.

"… and that is when the troops shall use the heavy artillery to decimate the last pockets of resistant in the-… My Lord, are you listening?" Lama Su asked as he glanced up from his data-pad to see Harry's pensive frown.

"No, sorry, I wasn't." Harry said honestly, sighing as he ran a hand through his head, "You were basically prattling on about the plan to stomp out the resistance, right?"

"Yes, I was. My Lord, we have spent the last two months attempting to reason with the resistance and bring them back in, but as you know they are not those the originally seceded from Kamino. They are the children of those that did. They have their parents' will and have been misguided by the spiteful elder generation around them into hating all of Kamino for no reason but to hate. They have Kaminoan pride and intellect, but they know nothing with it and have nothing. They have killed or injured every convoy we have sent to reason with them." Lama Su said, looking tired of having to bring the issue up again as Harry turned from him, "My Lord, these are nothing more than rebellious youths who wish to accomplish a misguided duty that their parents could not."

"And as I told you when you brought it up the third time during my mediations; I have come to peace with eliminating them if there is no other way. However, in the haste of my… mental improvements…" Harry said, his frown now directed at Lama Su and not his self-esteem, "I was not myself. I was very uncaring to any and all things that stood in the way of my progress and my plans. Now that I have sorted through that little ordeal, I can think properly. I am not a tyrant, but… I'm no saint either. I won't kill them all so senselessly… so needlessly, but… I also won't let them walk away from this if they do choose to go against us. They will be dealt with, and should they wish to surrender…"

"Then the mind-wipe chambers you've had the commoners create is ready and waiting for those that do wish to be reintegrated… whether they'd like it or not." Lama Su said, a cruel smirk making it's way onto his features as Harry nodded, keeping his eyes on Lama Su as he knew the man to be very cruel and unusual when it came to traitors and their sort.

"Good, then let us inspect these troops- oph!" Harry said, but grunted in pain as he was caught off-guard by having collided with something rock-solid and fell to the cold metallic floor in surprise. Looking up, Harry saw nothing but then air in front of him as he quickly turned to Lama Su, who was smirking rather cruelly in thought before he took notice of Harry's situation.

"Ahh… I think you've just got a first-hand inspection of their matter-solidity and their cloaking technology, my Royal Lord." Lama Su said as he smirked less cruelly and with far more humor than he would have months ago.

Honestly, being around Humans such as the twin Weasleys and Sirius Black was a good cure for what they had deemed "Stoic Disease"…

"What the devil…?" Harry muttered as he watched the clone soldiers begin to appear in a show of static charges and air, "I remember approving it, but to think you've gotten it so quickly…"

"Yes, well, we pulled all the scientists and researchers from other cloning projects for the last two weeks. All except for those working with Commander Snape, and Sir Dobby have been made to work with Lords Weasley and Commander Black on this clone army." Lama Su said as Harry stared out at the long line of soldiers in front of him with shock and awe, "What you see before you, my Lord, is merely the first batch; consisting of only a single meager regiment of soldiers. They barely make enough to qualify as such."

"What are you talking about man?" Harry said, allowing shock to fill him as stared out at the number of soldiers- his soldiers. Harry quickly shook his head of the thought as he leaned to the side to get a better look at the sheer numbers they were lined in, "There must be at least a thousand here! The resistance is only about 500 strong, at the most! This is brilliant!"

The soldier in front of him, a female with emerald-green eyes and jet-black hair did nothing but scowl deeply at him as she glanced at his oddly impressed behavior before returning her eyes to in front of her.

There was no way this… this doofus was their reason for existence… right?

"My Lord, I've received an update from the Board of War Production." Lama Su said as Harry turned to stare at him in curiosity, "Apparently the clones in front of us is but only half the clones ready from training. The other half are still be suited up and prepared. The Wavering War Council says that they wish to have the clones moved out by as early as tomorrow morning with Commanders Snape, Dobby, and Lovegood overseeing the attack. Is that alright with you?"

"Yes, that is fine. Dobby and Luna are actually getting in a bit of training right now I believe. As are some of the others." Harry said, smiling as he placed his arms behind his back.

Merlin, did he love living the dream of every Star Wars geek imaginable…

"You're still too slow." two nearly identical voices said mockingly as two sets of footsteps sounded as one while a pair of mocking grins made themselves well-known within the barely lit training room.

"Forgive me if I don't do 200 push-ups or run a holo-mile everyday like the two of you…" a ragged voice breathed out as the sound of flesh sinking to metal resounded through out the room, "One of us needs to be the bookworm behind the mayhem that Harry will cause in a few years."

"Really? Is that so, Fred?"

"I think it is, George."

"Oh stop it." the voice said after a deep breath, sounding more feminine as the person behind it gained the ability to breath steadily again, "I can tell that you're Fred and you're George. That little trick doesn't work on any of us anymore."

"Does it, because I am George."

"Yeah, and I'm Fred."

"No, you're not." the voice, definitely female, said as the sound of a person shooting to their feet echoed. Then, without warning, the girl took in a deep breath and jumped high into the air while a whizzing sound could be heard.

The twins turned as one to the whizzing sound but the jumped out of the way as a wand shot pass them and to the girl as she landed directly behind them, only six meters away. Then, the tip of the wand glowed a bright canary yellow as a controlled beam of yellow light sprang from the tip. The girl held her weapon parallel to her face before she lowered it to her side in anticipation. The twins stared at the girl as one before blinking much the same in surprise. Suddenly, one of the twins grinned as he took out his own wand, but did not to the same trick the girl had done.

"Impressive. Glad to see you've finally gotten your second wind." the twin said as he raised his wand parallel his face. The tip glowed a warming orange color before a beam much like the girl's shot out. The other twin made no move to get his own wand, which lie on the floor abandoned some ways away.

"Yeah… You've finally managed a Force-leap. We're almost proud." the other twin said with a sigh as he still made no move to get his wand.

The girl cast a curious glance at the item before summoning it to her with an outstretched hand. She couldn't allow them the advantage this time. It was what had caused her to be at their mercy in the first place as they mocked her. Wielding the extra wand in her other hand, the girl willed it to produce them same yellow beam that her wand was. Both the twins seemed shocked and slightly impressed by what she had done, but she didn't have time for them to get over it as she raced toward them.

The first twin grinned as he stepped up to meet her attack head-on. Yellow and Orange blades clashed violently with one another, creating sparks of light and the sound of two diamond saws pitted against one another. The two pulled away as the girl could feel herself being easily overpowered by the muscular teenage boy. Perhaps those push-ups really did do something more than tire you out after all?

Soon a high-speed battle of beams was taking place as the two bright colors danced around each other, meeting almost every swing while the girl tired to read the atmosphere of the battle. It was quite obvious that she was the one on defense, no matter how much her pride hated to admit it. While her twin opponents kept their cool, the one with the wand out laughing and the other simply watching on with an almost impassive gaze, she could feel herself being backed into a metaphoric corner by the almost beast-like prowl they stalked her with as they forced her on the defensive and pushed her back.

Sweat slowly began to form on her forehead and her arms ached as she tired her best to think of a course of action to turn the tide of the battle. She had to weapons for Pete's sake! And yet, here she was, being pushed back as though she were a mere novice fighting a sword master.

They clashed blades again, and as they locked blades; the two looked into the other's eyes. She could see her reflection in those teasing orbs. The smirk on the twin's face wasn't helping her one bit either as they parted from each other.

Then, the other twin suddenly spun in front of his counterpart and took the offered wand as he began his own assault on her. His battle-style wasn't like that of his twin. While the other had the ferocity of a beast, this one has the grace and flare of a dancer. She recognized his fighting form: Form II, Makashi. The emphasized fluency of his motions, the anticipation of her weapon being swung at his, the movements of both his blade and body as he weaved in and out of her guard. Yes, this was that form; one which she used poorly against his blatant mastery of it. His timing, the accuracy, his skill rather than strength with it. They were so graceful, so precise, so… deadly.

No mater what she did, he seemed to dance around her as though they were partners in the waltz of their blades as he flipped over her and reengaged her blade with his own. No matter what she did, she couldn't help but be in wonder at his full movements. His elegance, precision, calm, and confidence while battling her, almost as though he were arrogance. He seemed so supremely confident in his chances for victory, and managed to look so relaxed when fighting her; even when her yellow beamed-blade managed to take off a few hairs from just over his forehead.

Then they switched again, so seamlessly that if she hadn't been watching when they spun past each other, she would have sworn that the elegance was all an act as he turned to a man possessed by evil. The attacks came like powerful blows from a beast. They were aggressive, strong, and fast; a deadly combination the girl thought as she blocked another of the strikes and struck back as the twin in front of her barely managed to block her double-down strike from over her head. That was one of the only attacks she got in with this devil of a guy as her opponent. It was as though he were attacking her with fury itself. His predator-like grace was different than that of his twin counterpart. His fighting was like an evil, ready to eviscerate her at any moment with his every bold and direct slash against her. All of his seemingly unconnected staccato sequences only served to conclude to her which of the seven known styles he was using, focusing on his unpredictability as he struck out randomly.

"Form VII: Juyo…" the girl breathed as she pushed his blade away from her with her own two.

"So, the bookworm finally figured it out. Took ya long enough, right Fred?" the twin battling her said as the other grinned.

"Right you are, George." the other said as the girl growled despite herself, thrusting her open palm forward as the twin in front of her was knocked back to the feet of his look-alike.

"I though I said to stop that!" the girl yelled in annoyance as she pointed her wand at the twin on the floor, "You. You're Fred. I got your shirt an hour ago on the back when you flipped over my head." then pointing to the other, she continued, "And you're George. I cut your hair just a few minutes ago with your own wand. Plus, I can tell who's-who by reading your surface emotions. George is a lot calmer in a fight than you are, Fred. Your emotions are all over the place like a hurricane while George's are as tranquil as an undisturbed day. I told you before, those little mind games don't work anymore."

The twins seemed quite taken back by her words as they stared at each other before staring outright at her. They blinked in unison before bursting into fits of laughter while cancelling the spell that kept the beam of light extending from their wand. The girl cancelled her own as well as she finally allowed exhaustion to take her, falling to her knees much like before as she breathed erratically and desperately.

"Merlin, Hermione, why do you always have to take the fun out of things?" Fred joked as he got up from the cold metal floor with the help of his brother. The girl, named Hermione, with her bushy hair sticking to her sweaty face and said face flushed red, smiled despite herself as George held out his hand. She released the wand to him as it flew across the room to its owner, landing in George's hand like a perfect fit.

"Half the fun of practicing our switching combat against you is to see if we could confuse you and get you frustrated." George said as he put his wand in his pocket, "It's just no fun at all if you put that overly big brain of yours to work getting us right based on the little things."

"Yes, well…" Hermione said, trailing off as the door to the training room slid open suddenly to reveal Dobby.

"Master Harry Potter sir wants to be seeing all of us in an hour's time in the Royal Command Room." Dobby said, and promptly walked away without waiting for their reply.

"I liked him better when he was meek and overly nice to every one of us." Fred said with a mocking pout as Hermione shook her head with a chuckle.

"Come on, we better go and get cleaned up so we can see Harry. It must be really important if he managed to tear himself away from the holocron." Hermione said as the twins exchanged looks and grinned, only just recalling what today was.

"Two full months. Our little surprise must have been seen first-hand then." George said as Hermione glanced back at them.

"Surprise? What surprise?" Hermione asked as the twins continued to grin.

"The stealth-tech we developed for the clone troopers of the 1st Royal Regiment." George started as Fred nodded.

"We thought it'd be a little something special that would set them apart from all the others." Fred finished as Hermione raised a brow.

"… You believe they'll become something akin to the Life Guards back home?" Hermione asked as the two identical siblings nodded in unison, almost a mirrored-effect.

"Yes. Yes, we do." George said.

"Harry believes that we can recreate the entire Royal Army of Her Majesty here." Fred explained, pointing down to the very metal floor beneath their feet.

"Except for a small detail; this royal army will be his own." George continued as Hermione nodded. She had to admit that the Harry Potter they all knew before becoming the King of Kamino would probably never want an army or to even be a part of one, but this new Harry, one which they had grown accustom to over the last couple of months, was a slightly more open person about his inner sins of greed and pride.

"Along with some other things…" Hermione thought with a blush upon her cheeks.

"Harry was telling us just the other day during meditation that he wishes for second batch of clones to be trained to become his Royal Navy for deep sea exploration of the Kamino Ocean and the third batch of clones to become his Royal Air Force for space battle. Then so one, and so forth." Fred said as he and George swept next to Hermione with all of them headed to the refreshers, which were basely bathrooms/restrooms, but had super-speed showers, hyper-sonic toilets, and small droids that would clean up if anything got messy.

"I'm taking the sonic-shower today." Hermione announced as the twins shrugged, but grinned down at her. Though to be honest, she wasn't much shorter than they were as they discovered when they had been released from the pods two months ago.

Those Kaminoans did an excellent job with making her, basely, physically perfect. But their real achievement, at least to her, was the increasing of her brainpower and memory capabilities.

Merlin, did she love the Kaminoans for what they had done.

"But dear, sweet, and lovely Hermione, would you not rather join us for an old-fashion shower in water?" Fred teased as Hermione turned back to him and his brother with a raised brow.

"And why would I do that? I've said no every other time that you've asked. So please, enlighten me as to why I'd say yes this time." Hermione said as George grinned.

"Because you can't resist our charm."

"Not likely the case. Besides, I'm saving myself for the man I marry." Hermione before sharply turning on heel and walking away, "You two might have fun forgetting morality, but I don't."

"She's so cold, brother." Fred sighed sadly with a mocking faint.

"Like ice, dear brother." George agreed, grinning at his overly dramatic twin who mirrored the gesture, "Well, we've got an hour. She'll be out in five minutes, so we had better get a move on."

"Yeah…" Fred said, "Besides, if we move quick enough, we can take her clothes and make her walk back naked like last time."

"Have I told you how much I love you, dear brother?" George asked as Fred nodded.

"Yes, brother, but not nearly enough."

"True. All too true."

"I'm glad to see you could all make it." Harry said from atop his throne as he sat back leisurely while the others took their seats.

"This had better be important. I'm missing half of Zabrok's Midwife on the holo-net for this." Draco sneered softly from his seat with his arms crossed and a pout upon his lips. Harry merely smiled vaguely while his eyes gazed over everyone seated before him and then at the new table.

"Do you all like the table? It's new, and I find that having us all around it instead of spaced out makes us feel closer." Harry said, absentmindedly running a hand over the smooth metallic furnishing.

"Harry, you're distracted." Sirius said with a small grin as Harry shot him one back.

"Yes, yes I am. Anyways, I suppose I'll get to the point." Harry said with a sigh before he cast a look at everyone around the table, "Tomorrow, we crush the rebellion. Severus, Dobby, and Luna will be taking out the 1st Royal Regiment, and stomping out those rebels in the Sparrow Sea."

"The rebels have moved to the Sparrow Sea? But just last night we had them tracked as setting up their rebel base in the waves of Wailord." Hermione said, seating forward in her chair with wide eyes, "That's over 400 kilometers!"

"Yes, just about the span of Ireland from Scotland." Luna remarked idly while running her finger in circles along the stainless steel table.

"How could they have moved over that much water without our knowing?" Snape asked quietly as he flickered his gaze to Harry.

"They jammed us, that's how. They have found out we were tracking them. However, with their limited technological resources, we were easily able to find them again thanks to the satellite feeds we have in their area of operations." Harry said as he glanced about the room.

"You only know that because Lama Su probably received the message from the Trackers." Sirius said with a grin.

"Must you constantly make all of my attempts to seem well-informed and all-knowing into failures?" Harry asked lightly as Sirius let loose a bark of laughter.

"Yes, because then you'd get a big head."

"And then we'd all die of lack of oxygen once your ego has a shell large enough to physically encage it." Snape said causally as Draco sniggered.

"Enough." Harry said with a faint smile as even he had to admit that Snape's quip was a bit funny, "We'll continue to track the rebel Kaminoans and radio your forces with their coordinates at a regular interval. However, that isn't the only reason we're here at this table."

"The other reason then." Draco asked, leaned back with his arm crossed.

"Reasons, Draco, and one involves you." Harry said lightly with a glance at the blond-haired prat, "I wish for you and Hermione to make a trip into Outer Rim and visit the planet of Mandalore."

"Mandalore?" Hermione echoed in confusion and shock, "You mean that war-mongering planet of barbarians and cut-throats which were only undone by the New Mandalorian and their ways of peace and non-violence?"

"Yes, the very same." Harry confirmed as Draco sat forward with his trademark sneer.

"Non-violence? Peace? What the bloody hell were those people thinking?" Draco thought aloud as he often did in the meetings before turning to Harry, "Will we be conquering them, Potter? I could use with some slaves from off-world. The Kaminoans are just too happy to serve one who's helped bring about a stable monarchy back to their planet. I want the chance to break some spirits."

"No, not yet, Draco." Harry said with a small chuckle at Draco's enthusiasm for spoils, "I want you two to play diplomats to the planet. Gain their trust and make repeated trips to and from in an effort to do so. Once you have that trust, we'll establish an alliance with their world, and slowly influence them until-"

"Their laws make them subservient to your rule." Snape finished as Harry glanced at him with a roll of his eyes, "A brilliant plan, especially since both factions of these people will find something good from either Granger or Draco. From what I've come to know of their recent history, they still have warriors that will like your raising an army, and after this rebellion is wiped out, the pacifistic ones will find you a great leader for having a stable monarchy that all under your rule praise to high heavens."

"Is that so, Severus?" Harry asked with a raised brow, "Because Ko Sai would gladly protest to that assessment."

"And it's your allowance of such protests that she hates. She wants you to crush protest before they're even raised." Snape remarked with a pointed finger as Harry sighed dramatically.

"Is it so wrong that I'm not some lusty war-bringer whose only pleasures are that of the flesh and agony of my enemies?" Harry asked poetically as the other chuckled at him, except for Snape only settled for a subtle smirk.

"Yes, Potter, it is if you're not ravaging me." Draco said firmly as Harry raised his brow once again.

"Really? Because I wasn't aware that I had "ravaged" you a first time. Get over it, Draco; we're not having sex." Harry said as Draco whined loudly and flopped back in his chair.

"Will you be ravaging me then, Harry?" Luna asked as Harry slapped his forehead and dragged his hand down over his face.

"No, Luna. There will be no ravaging of anyone by my person anytime soon. In the name of the Force, what has you all so randy?"

"Maybe it's the hormonal imbalances of being growing teenagers?" Hermione remarked sarcastically with a roll of her eyes as Snape nodded in honest agreement.

"I'm sure Ko Sai has a shot or a pill for that." Harry countered as Sirius smirked.

"Most likely a shot. That woman is truly sadistic." Sirius commented as Snape shot him a look.

"Really? How long did it take you to figure that one out, Black?" Snape sneered as Sirius shrugged.

"About six minutes of being in the same room with her." Sirius said as Snape smirked lightly.

"It only took me five." Snape said, still smirking, as Sirius frowned at him.

"Anyways, there is still one more matter I'd like to bring to everyone's attention." Harry said, cutting through the banter, and looking quite serious.

"What is it, mate?" Fred and George asked in unison as Dobby titled his head to the side, curious to what could make Harry look so serious.

"It is a matter with the clone army we are building. I want all of you to report to Lab 13 to have DNA samples taken within the week's time. After the third batch of clones are done, our DNA will randomized, mixed, and genetically integrated to form a mass army for both the planet… and for war." Harry said with a sigh as the room became silent.

In the silence, Dobby slowly and unsurely raised his hand as Harry and the others watched on.

"Yes, Dobby?" Harry asked.

"Master Potter sir, is Dobby… is Dobby to be turning in his VNA as well, sir?" Dobby asked quietly as Harry smiled.

"Yes Dobby, though your own D-N-A will not be mixed or integrated with our own. Yours will be for clones of your own. Their purposes within the army or even society itself, however, shall be decided upon on a later date." Harry said as Hermione shoot him a withering look and Draco shot her one. Hermione noticed Draco's glare and replaced the one she was shooting Harry to fire at the Malfoy brat instead.

"Dobby's clone will be soldiers/servants." Hermione and Draco said at the same time, though ended on very different notes which only served to piss each other off even more.

"How could you, Draco? Dobby's clones, basically his children, deserve to be soldiers just as much as any of ours. They deserve to be anything they want to be in the army or society!" Hermione argued as Draco merely scoffed.

"He's a house-elf. His clones will be House-elves. They're compelled to serve. It's in their nature. Let them play servant to our royal court and be happy, Granger." Draco said as Hermione looked furious.

"You're only saying that because Dobby used to be your elf! That is, until Harry freed him from your evil reign!"

"I am not! I don't give two swish-n-flickers about that! I'm saying it because he's an elf; a detestable little creature whose nature is that of servitude and subjugation." Draco shot back hotly, but at least cast a fake apologetic look at Dobby, "No offense."

"None taken, Draco sir." Dobby said as Hermione huffed.

"Dobby, don't you have anything to say about all of this?" Hermione asked, trying to get the elf to defend himself and his future offspring clones.

"No, not really, Hermione ma'am. To be honest, all this senseless talk is tedious and pointless because Master Harry Potter sir will be making the final decision and most likely has already made it. Whatever his decision, my clones will serve him in any way possible; be it as actual servants like Draco sir suggested or like soldiers and civilians as you want, Hermione ma'am." Dobby said as everyone looked at him as though they were doing so for the first time, "Dobby owes what freedom he had to Master Harry Potter sir, so Dobby and Dobby's clones will do anything they can to repay that debt."

"Dobby, I think you just might be the best of all of us here." Sirius said as he ruffled Dobby's scalp with Dobby smiling.

"Speak for yourself, Black." Draco scoffed with a look, "Just because he's gotten my respect over the last couple of months does not mean he's anywhere near my superiority or league. He's still an elf. A damn good one, but an elf none the less."

"Oh, that's quite alright, Draco sir. Dobby doesn't care very much for your opinion anyway." Dobby said with a dismissive wave of his hand while Draco's smug face fell to one of shock and embarrassment, "Dobby only cares for Lord and Master Harry Potter sir's opinion, and Master Harry Potter sir is very pleased with Dobby. Dobby can feel it through the Force."

"I truly am, Dobby. Even more so now! Ha ha!" Harry laughed out as the others joined in. Even Snape was smirking up a storm in Draco's flushingly embarrassed direction.

"Back to your poorly-made plans, Potter." Draco snapped, his tone like bitter acid.

"Ahh, but they aren't poorly made. You and Hermione shall go to Mandalore. Simply be yourselves, act as diplomats would, and everything shall fall into place." Harry said as he rose from his seat at the head of the table and with a gesture of his hand, Harry signaling the others to rise in unison, "Now then, Draco, shall you accompany me on a little excursion of mine?"

"Me?" Draco asked in surprise, both for Harry's question being directed at him and for Harry wanting to go somewhere, "You sure you didn't mean Granger or Black?"

"Yes, Draco, I'm sure." Harry replied, seeming more like the old Harry to Hermione as he rolled his eyes and gave a lopsided smile, "We'll be taking one of the common ships since my own personal spacecraft isn't ready as of yet."

And with that, everyone in the room watched as Harry strolled to the metallic sliding doors with an air of genuine peace and tranquility as opposed to the forced sense of calm and control that was created through the Force.

"Coming?" Harry asked, impatience seeping into his tone as the others realized they had been staring for much longer than they were aware.

"Umm… Sure…" Draco said, moving quickly to catch up with Harry, who had already turned on heel and walked from the room with no delay or hesitation.

"Why do ya think Harry asked Draco of all people to go somewhere with him?" Fred asked as George shrugged.

"Who knows what's running through that big brain of his." George said as he and the others exchanged looks for a final time before moving on with what they each had planned for the day.

"What is running through that peanut-sized brain of yours, Potter?" Draco quipped with an arched brow as he followed beside Harry to the main hanger of Kaminoan complex.

"Nothing much. I'm just listlessly enjoying the peace of having all my plans come to fruition." Harry responded as Draco sneered lightly at him.

"A little early for gloating, isn't it, Potter? Keep doing so and I'll laugh all the more when and if things come crashing down around you." Draco asked as Harry glanced to him.

"I like you like this, Draco." Harry said out of the blue, making Draco falter in his steps and almost trip over his own feet. Draco felt his face heat up as he glared at Harry, his hands curling into fists.

"W-What was that, Potter? W-What are you talking about?" Draco said, and despite himself his cheeks colored pink and his words came out more of a stutter of embarrassment rather than the deathly hissed he them to.

"I like you Draco when you're against me, when you fight me." Harry said stopping in the middle of the white metal corridor to turn fully to Draco, "Everyone who knows me or sees me thinks of me as something pure and wholesome; as some kind of… I don't know, golden boy. I save drowning kids, run an honest shift in my rule over this planet, and help the common folk have a voice in their monarchy. To them all, I'm perfect and could do no wrong. But to you, Draco." Harry said with a step closer to Draco, "To you, I'm none of those things. You practically hate me, and the only reason we're friends today is because you hate your father more."

"Your p-point, Potter." Draco said in his defiant whimper ever, even though his throat felt dry as he licked his licks when Harry drew nearer.

"The point is that you don't worship me, no matter all the good I do." Harry pointed out with another step as Draco drew back for some personal space between them, "And deep down inside, I like it. I crave it. Umm… Can I be honest with you, Draco?"

"Apparently you can't help but be so otherwise; whether by choice or other such, so go ahead." Draco said, still trying to maintain some dignity when something animalistic within him wanted nothing more than to have Harry take him right then and there.

"My problem with you, from the beginning, has never been that I didn't like you or trust me, but rather that I always wanted you as that opposition. The very reason I took charge in things wasn't because of some divine good angel within me, but because I never could trust anyone else to take charge." Harry said, stepping closer still to Draco, "But no one except for you cares about my taking the leadership position because you're the only one who doesn't praise the ground I stand upon."

"Really, Potter, what's your point?" Draco asked testily, his breath coming out irregularly as he found he couldn't move back any further due to a metal wall behind him. Harry causally placed a hand over Draco's shoulder and against the wall, bracing himself so that he could loom over Draco like the shadow of an oak tree. It was then that Draco realized his was no longer as tall as Harry, but rather a few inches shorter.

"I never want you to change Draco, and this Veela-nature coming from within you is doing just that." Harry said as he dipped his head to whisper in Draco's ear, "I want it gone. Extinguished, like a flame with no air to breathe."

"I c-can't do t-that, Potter. It's a p-part of w-who I am. I can't get r-rid of it like some flu or other s-sick." Draco nearly moaned out as he could feel his magic resonate with Harry's in a beautiful song due to their all too close proximity. The lights within the private corridor began to flicker randomly at the overabundance of magic in the air as Harry cast a glance at the strange happening before returning all of his attention to Draco. Their eyes met and the small smile on Harry's face made Draco sweat from… heat.

"Perhaps, but I'm sure Severus and the Kamino scientist can come up with a way of… quieting the effects of your… inner-being. That is… if you want." Harry said, the calmness and assurance of his tone striking Draco somewhere in the lower abdomen. He wasn't sure if it was from hurt or from something else, but the feeling in his lower stomach simply wouldn't go away.

"W-Why… Why are you telling me all this? Why even ask? I'm your slave now, Potter. If you wanted to do something to me, then I could do nothing but accept it! Why are you torturing me with a choice when I have none? Just do what you want with me, and be done with it!" Draco said, at first shakily, but then he found his voice, his emotion… his rage, and he held onto it to make that feeling in the pit of his stomach go away.

Though Harry didn't seem to surprised by the sudden aggression in Draco. No, his expressively powerful emerald eyes seemed to hold the casualness of one who expected such a reaction from the blond.

"I know, but that doesn't mean I'd do such a thing to you, Draco. I'm not heartless, despite what the Kaminoans want me to be. I have a heart, Draco, and despite all your talk, I know that from the moment I said what I did, you felt a wave of emotion take over you. What emotion, I'm not good enough of a reader to say, but it was a powerful none the less. You're glad I'm giving you a choice, giving you freedom." Harry said, locking eyes with Draco and holding the blond within the silent vortex that was his gaze.

"But why?" Draco asked quietly, feeling as though he might cry in frustration if he didn't know. Why was Potter always so damn good?

"Because, no matter what I might become in the future, I do not want to start down a path like it just yet. I know I'm not giving you much of a choice, but if you truly don't want this, then just tell me later." Harry said, and Draco no longer saw some skinny boy from First Year who snubbed his hand of friendship, nor did he see a suave man that would woo him like in his time night fantasies. No, this awkwardly kind teen who was rubbing at the back of his neck in sincere honest was the true Harry Potter. Not the imposing man that sat upon a throne of perfection with eyes full of power, but this boy who kept glancing to be sure Draco was okay with his decision.

It was that day that Draco would never look at Harry Potter the same way again. His entire view of the teenage rebel had shattered like fragile glass and morphed into something different… something akin to respect…

"Besides, I need you, Draco." Harry said as he pushed off the walk and began walking down the metal corridor, which was bright illuminated due to the lights no longer flickering off and on randomly, "I have pretty grand plans, and couldn't do them without you."

"You need me?" Draco questioned, still against the wall as he felt that his legs would give out from under him.

"Yeah. I need you, Draco Malfoy… as my militant right hand." Harry said firmly, glancing back at Draco to be sure he was heard, "You up for the job?"

"Yes. Yes, of course." Draco accepted after a few deep breaths, pushing himself from the wall and walking on slightly unsteady legs. True, he and Potter had gotten along long before the banishment came into play, but Draco still felt weak when he realized this would be the first time they'd do so with some ulterior motive or cause for such.

No, they'd be working together… on their own terms… with nothing directly making them do so. No hatred for someone greater, no need for survival (because they were now royalty of a foreign planet), and pretty soon, Draco decided, there would be no forced emotions in their way either.

Soon, they'd be free to simply… be! And nothing would hold them down.

"Are you coming, Draco? We wouldn't want to make our pilot wait. It's rude ya know." Harry's voice sounded from the end of the corridor where he was still walking and about to turn a corner.

"Don't tell me what's rude and what's not, you peasant! I was royalty long before you found this planet of idiots to crown you their king!" Draco yelled in annoyance, even with the butterflies in his stomach as he ran to catch up to Harry, "Wait for me, Scarhead! I said wait up, so why are you moving faster! Scarhead! Potter!"

"…and this shall be the lead clone of the ground forces tomorrow, Commander Snape. This is Clone Commander of the First Royal Regiment, Clone Commander HP-0725." Taun We said smoothly as she gestured gracefully to the male clone that stood at attention in front of his clone counterparts.

Snape gazed upon the clone trooper in disgust. The clone was an exact replica of James Potter, down to the same unruly black hair which the clone gained from Harry's DNA.

Turning slowly to the others within the forces of the single (now complete) regiment, Snape couldn't feel but feel a tinge of relief at the fact that they weren't all Potter look-alikes. It seemed that when cloned, the clones took on both dominate and recessive genes randomly. Some males had Lily's glorious dark red hair while some of the females within the ranks had Lily's enchanting green eyes. Those with Potter Senior's traits… well, he supposed they didn't need to be killed off immediately as being what he liked to term "defective abominations".

"Name, solider." Snape said, his voice quiet as he watched the clone commander grow rigid from the deadly whisper.

"Sir! I am HP-0725, sir! That is my number, sir! I am lead commander of the clone ground troops assault, sir!" the clone responded with a salute as well. Snape was not impressed.

"Pitiful." Snape spat as he loomed over the trooper, "I asked your name. You are not just some pitiful dog that was spat out of a bitch's womb; you are a man! Act like it! What is your name?"

"I… We… Regulation dictates-"

"Regulation?" Snape echoed in sneering disbelief, "You believe a battle will go according to regulation and standard? You think your men will die by regulation? You think a ship containing these newborns will explode by… regulation?"

Snape advanced on the clone commander and took a hold of his face, directing the man's gaze to the clones in front of them, who looked on in confusion and some small amount of fear.

"These are your comrades. Your brothers and sisters in arms. Your family. Do you believe them a standard; a regulation? Their heartbeats, their emotions, their minds?" Snape snarled with his swallow face contorted in anger and annoyance, "I'll answer that question, since your mind can't seem to work fast enough for such a task. No, they are not regulation. They are human. You are human. Despite what the scientists say, you are not just some unit for them to display among the thousands. You are a person, and you have a name."

HP-0725 looked like a lost child as he dropped to his knees when Snape let go of his face. A name? It was so foreign to him. They were breed for fighting and tactics, not emotions and silly things like names to merely distract them from their primary objective. It was foolish! And yet…

HP-0725 looked up at Commander Severus Snape. Just by gazing upon the impassive look on the man's face, HP-0725 could tell the man was not one to joke about such things, if at all. No, the torrent of emotion running through the man's dark black tunnel-like eyes was enough to make HP-0725's head spin. He felt that the longer he stared into them, the more they would suck at his being… like black-holes…

"S-Sir… I… I've never had a name." HP-0725 said after finding his voice and the courage to speak while he knelt before Snape, "I don't know how to go about naming myself, sir. Please sir… help me. Name me."

After a few tense moments, some clones suspecting that HP-0725 would suddenly be found decapitated for requesting such an idiotic thing, Snape turned on heel sharply and began making his way down the line of clones. The clones stood up straighter, all trying to seem inconspicuous in front of their Royal Commander less than end up on the floor next.

"You wish for me to name you, newborn?" Snape said after a while, gazing into the faces of clones near and far within the ranks before him as he walked the line in front of them all, "Fine then, but don't whine if you later find you don't like it."

"Of course, sir. Please, name me." HP-0725 said, bowing his head to his knee as he knelt on spot. When Snape reached him again from walking the line, he knelt down carefully, gently tilting the clone's head so that he could stare into the young man's face. He stared for what seemed like hours, trying to see past the Potter exterior, and find the man this newborn clone truly was. And then, he had found it.

"Tobias. Your name, from this day until the last of which you draw breath, shall now and forever be Tobias." Snape said, figuring that with the start of his military career, he would finally be able to lose some of his baggage from his… younger years.

"And perhaps then Lily will finally smile down upon me from the Heavens…" Snape thought as he was about to rise to his feet, but nearly fell over as the newly named Tobias attacked him with an embrace.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you! It's a fine name as I'm sure! Thank you, sir! Thank you!" HP- No… Tobias thanked rapidly and repeatedly as he felt a warmth spread through him. Was this what it felt like to have a name? To know that you weren't just another clone standing in the line-up? To know that a person could distinguish between you and your fellow clones?

"Yes, yes, you're welcome. Now, do me a favor and get off me!" Snape raved as he pushed Tobias from his person and jumped to his feet, brushing away the wrinkles in his robes.

"Umm… Sorry, sir. That was totally inappropri-"

"Tobias."

"Umm… Yes, sir?"

"Shut your godforsaken trap, will you?"

"Right away, sir."

"Good."

And with that, both men smirked lightly at the light-hearted banter passed between them. Though it was all very foreign for everyone, including the witnesses, it somehow managed to relax them all and give them a sense of ease. Because, whether they all knew it or not, it was the start of their relationship between ranks, and the start of the rest of their lives.