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Harry crouched low, hidden just within the shadows of the main hangar, peering through the electro-binoculars Obi-Wan had given him. The device hummed softly, giving him a clear view of the horizon. He adjusted the magnification, zooming in on the shimmering blue shield that now enveloped the Gungan army. It had settled onto the grasslands, surrounding the massive force that stood ready to face the droid army.
The Gungans, colorful and proud, stood in their defensive formation, ready for the onslaught. Within the energy shield, Harry could see their oversized beasts moving into place, a sharp contrast to the cold precision of the battle droids that now advanced toward them. Shifting his gaze, Harry saw another unit of droids exiting the city's main gate, their movements eerily synchronized as they marched toward the battlefield.
He handed the binoculars back to Obi-Wan, who stood beside him, scanning the area with a contemplative look. Harry's lips curled into a smile. The Gungan army had succeeded—at least for now. The distraction had worked better than anyone could have hoped, drawing away the bulk of the droid forces from the city. When they had first snuck into Theed, the streets had been swarming with battle droids. It seemed like there had been an endless parade of them, moving in small groups and muttering nonsense to each other as they patrolled. But now, just over an hour since Padmé had received word of the Gungans emerging onto the grasslands, the droids had significantly thinned out, their numbers dwindling as they left the city in order to confront the Gungan army.
In fact, Harry hadn't seen a patrol in nearly twenty minutes. The quiet was almost eerie.
His gaze turned toward Captain Panaka, who stood a little distance away, his dark eyes watching the path into the hangar. After a few tense moments, the captain signaled that the way was clear.
"Stay close," Qui-Gon instructed Harry in a low voice, turning back to give him a reassuring nod. The Jedi Master's calmness in the face of danger always impressed Harry. He admired it, even if he didn't quite understand how someone could stay so composed.
Harry nodded, gripping his borrowed blaster tighter. His heart raced with anticipation, but he forced himself to focus. It wasn't fear that consumed him anymore—it was adrenaline, and something else, too. A kind of excitement.
The group moved swiftly, darting across the open ground toward the hangar. Harry stuck close to Qui-Gon, moving with the fluidity he had learned during his training sessions in the Jedi Temple. His mind flickered to Revan's vision for a brief moment, the ancient Jedi's words echoing in his thoughts, but he shoved them aside. He had to stay present.
As they neared the hangar, Harry could see the droids stationed inside. There were maybe a dozen of them—too few to hold the hangar, but enough to raise an alarm if things went wrong. Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon, and Captain Panaka moved in perfect unison, their motions silent and purposeful. Padmé and her guards followed closely behind, their blasters ready.
Without warning, Qui-Gon ignited his lightsaber, its green blade humming to life. The droids in the hangar barely had time to react before the Jedi were upon them.
Harry raised his blaster and fired, hitting a droid square in the chest. It toppled over with a clatter, and he quickly ducked behind a nearby cargo crate as blaster fire whizzed past him. Obi-Wan moved like a blur, deflecting shots with his lightsaber as he advanced on the droids. The young Jedi's movements were fluid, almost dance-like, as he expertly cut down one droid after another.
Qui-Gon was almost as efficient as his padawan, his powerful strokes cutting through the droids with precision. Captain Panaka and the Naboo guards added their own blaster fire to the mix, picking off droids from a distance.
The fight was fast and brutal. In less than two minutes, every droid in the hangar lay in pieces on the floor. Harry stood from his position behind the crate, breathing heavily, his blaster still warm in his hands. He looked around. The hangar was eerily quiet now, save for the low hum of the starfighters powered down in the background.
To the best of Harry's knowledge, no alarms had been sounded. The hangar was secure. He glanced at Padmé, who immediately began issuing orders to the remaining pilots.
"Get to your ships!" she called out, her voice urgent but calm. "The Gungans need air support. We don't have much time."
The pilots, who had been hiding within the shadows of the hangar, responded quickly, sprinting to their ships. One by one, the yellow Naboo fighters powered up, their engines roaring to life. Harry watched in awe as the small but nimble ships took to the skies, soaring up and out of the hangar toward the distant battlefield. In the horizon, the blue shield over the Gungan army was just visible, like a shimmering dome of light. Harry could almost hear the faint rumble of the battle in the distance as the droid army and the Gungans clashed.
He glanced at Qui-Gon, who was speaking quietly with Obi-Wan. The two Jedi seemed tense, their eyes flicking toward the entrance of the hangar as if expecting something—or someone.
Padmé approached them, her face determined. "We need to move quickly," she said, glancing at the now-empty hangar. "This distraction won't last long."
Qui-Gon nodded. "The Queen is right. Our window is closing."
Obi-Wan turned to Harry, his expression unreadable. "Harry, stay close. We're not out of this yet."
But just as the last ship left the hangar, a second wave of battle droids marched in, at least three times the amount of droids that had been in the hanger originally, their blasters at the ready. The mechanical clanking of their footsteps echoed throughout the space, followed by the unmistakable whir of charging blasters.
Harry's heart skipped a beat, the thrill of battle replaced with the cold edge of fear. Obi-Wan's voice cut through the noise, sharp and urgent. "Harry, get to cover!"
Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon leaped forward, lightsabers blazing, the green and blue blades cutting through the air with lethal precision. The droids, recognizing the Jedi as the main threat, directed their fire toward them. Blaster bolts ricocheted off the Jedi's lightsabers, sending sparks flying through the air.
Harry glanced around, searching for any place to hide. The area of the hangar he was in offered little in terms of cover—empty crates and scattered debris wouldn't protect him for long. Then, he saw a fighter ship beside him, its yellow hull gleaming. He watched as a stray blaster bolt struck the ship's side and bounced off harmlessly, leaving only a small scorch mark. Harry made a snap decision.
He bolted for the fighter, pulling himself up into the cockpit with a heave, barely managing to close the canopy behind him as blaster fire zipped past. The interior of the fighter hummed to life as he accidentally brushed against the control panel, his breaths coming in quick, shallow bursts. He felt a surge of relief as the thick hull of the ship shielded him from the chaos outside.
Peering out of the cockpit, Harry watched as Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan fought their way through the droids, deflecting bolts and slicing through the machines with precision. Captain Panaka and the remaining Naboo soldiers stood alongside Padmé, firing into the advancing ranks of droids with disciplined precision. It was a hard fight, but the Jedi and the soldiers pressed forward, gaining ground little by little.
Minutes ticked by like hours as Harry watched the battle unfold. His hands itched with the urge to help, but he knew better than to rush into the crossfire. The blaster he had seemed inadequate compared to the storm of laser fire that filled the hangar. He could only watch as the Jedi, supported by Padmé and the others, fought with a skill and speed that defied belief.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the last droid collapsed in a smoking heap, its circuits fried by a well-placed blaster shot. Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon deactivated their lightsabers, the hum of the blades fading away. Harry let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.
He began to push open the cockpit canopy, eager to join the others, but Qui-Gon caught sight of him and shook his head firmly. "Stay where you are, Harry," the Jedi Master instructed, his voice brooking no argument. "You'll be safer in there. We're heading deeper into the palace, and the droid reinforcements will only increase."
Harry's mouth opened to argue, but then he remembered his promise to Qui-Gon and his mother—to do as he was told, even when he didn't like it. He reluctantly nodded and settled back into the pilot's seat. It wasn't where he wanted to be, but he couldn't deny Qui-Gon's logic. At least here, surrounded by the fighter's reinforced plating, he wouldn't be an easy target, and it was unlikely the droids would search for part of the attacking force in the hanger as the group made their way further into the palace.
With nothing else to do, he glanced at the control panel in front of him, studying the unfamiliar array of buttons and switches. As he ran his hands idly over the controls, he found himself wondering just how difficult it would be to pilot the ship. It seemed similar to the podracer on Tatooine in some ways—though certainly more complex.
He glanced back out of the canopy, watching as Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, and the others gathered by a large bay door, clearly planning their next move. Captain Panaka pointed toward a route leading deeper into the palace, and Padmé listened intently, determination etched into her features.
Harry was about to focus back on the controls when a sudden chill washed over him. It was a feeling he couldn't quite place—dark and cold, a pulse of something wrong. It twisted in his gut, and he instinctively looked up toward the massive bay doors just as they began to slide open.
A figure stood in the shadows, framed by the light from outside. The figure stepped forward, revealing itself fully, and Harry felt his stomach drop. He recognized the crimson and black face, the wicked horns crowning the head, and the yellow eyes that glowed with a malevolent intensity. It was the Sith Lord—the same one who had ambushed them on Tatooine.
The Sith's lightsaber ignited with a snap-hiss, not from one end but from both, forming a red double-bladed staff that crackled with dark energy. Harry's jaw dropped open in shock. Admittedly his time had been short, but he had never seen anything like it in his time at the Jedi Temple watching the dueling, as they had all seemed to be using single bladed lightsabers.
Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan immediately stepped forward, their faces grim. The Jedi motioned for Padmé and her guards to take a different exit, a silent order to continue their mission while they faced this new threat.
As Padmé and her guards slipped through a side door, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan walked toward the Sith with slow, measured steps. The tension in the air was palpable, crackling like the energy that ran along the Sith's blade. Without warning, the duel erupted. Lightsabers clashed with a flurry of sparks, the combatants moving so quickly that Harry almost struggled to follow their movements.
The Sith Lord fought with a vicious elegance, spinning his double-bladed lightsaber with a speed and ferocity that more often than not pushed both Jedi back. However, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan fought side by side, their blades flashing blue and green, trying to outmaneuver the Sith's relentless assault. Eventually, the Jedi seemed to get the upper hand and forced the Sith to back out of the hanger causing the duel to spill out of the hangar and into the palace's maze of corridors, the combatants disappearing from sight.
For a moment, Harry just sat there, stunned by the intensity of what he had seen. Remembering Qui-Gon's words he forced himself to stay in the cockpit, although as much as he wanted to help he realized that if the two Jedi couldn't handle the Sith, what chance would he have. After a couple of seconds of looking out the main door in the direction they had disappeared. he turned his gaze back to the fighter's controls. His mind spun with curiosity and a nagging thought wondering just how hard piloting the ship could really be. He reached out toward the controls, fingers brushing over the throttle, but before he could make any decisions, a wave of dizziness hit him.
The world around him twisted, the edges of his vision darkening. Harry squeezed his eyes shut, trying to blink away the sudden darkness, but it was no use. He felt like he was falling, being pulled through the seat he was sitting in.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a completely different place. The cockpit of the fighter was gone, replaced by a large cylindrical chamber. A seemingly bottomless hole opened in the center of the room.
Harry blinked in confusion, wondering if he was having another vision like the ones he'd experienced with Revan. He turned slowly, taking in the strange surroundings, when a sound caught his attention—the unmistakable buzz of a lightsaber.
He turned to his left just in time to see a red blade slicing through the air, nearly catching him off guard. He stumbled back, nearly losing his footing, but the blade wasn't aimed at him. It struck something just behind him with a sizzling clash.
Harry turned his head, and his breath caught in his throat. The Sith Lord and Qui-Gon were locked in combat, their lightsabers clashing violently. Sparks flew with each impact, and the air hummed with energy. But neither seemed aware of Harry's presence, as if he were a ghost in this strange vision.
Across the room, separated by a flickering force field, Obi-Wan watched the duel with an anxious look on his face. Harry's gaze shifted back to Qui-Gon and the Sith, just in time to see the Jedi Master take the offensive and make a series of swift, precise strikes. Yet despite Qui-Gon's skill, the Sith seemed unaffected and after batting aside Qui-Gon's attack he continued his relentless assault, his attacks powerful and precise.
Harry's gut twisted with unease. Even with his limited experience, he could see that Qui-Gon was outmatched. The Sith fought with a brutal efficiency that more often than not overwhelmed the older Jedi, forcing him back step by step. And when it seemed Qui-Gon was making progress, Harry could shake the feeling that it was just a show from the Sith to lull Qui-Gon into a false sense of confidence. And then it happened … just as Harry had thought, the Sith feinted to one side—a trick so basic that Harry recognized it from the training session he had watched with Cin Drallig. Unfortunately, Qui-Gon took the bait, thinking it was an opening, and left his guard open for just a moment … a fraction of a moment.
But it was enough.
The red blade plunged forward, piercing through Qui-Gon's chest.
The Sith's expression twisted into a triumphant sneer, his yellow eyes gleaming with malice. Harry's heart pounded in his chest, a mixture of horror and rage flooding through him.
"No!" Harry screamed, his voice echoing in the chamber. He rushed forward, but his feet moved as if through water, slowed by an invisible force. He could only watch, helpless, as Qui-Gon crumpled to the ground, his lightsaber slipping from his grasp.
Harry's scream of "No!" echoed through the cylindrical chamber, a sound of pure anguish that seemed to fill the otherwise empty space. To his shock, the Sith Lord, still standing over Qui-Gon's fallen body, snapped his head up. For the first time, those yellow, predatory eyes locked directly onto Harry's.
A chill ran through Harry as he realized that, somehow, the Sith could see him. The malevolent gaze burned into him, and Harry's breath caught in his throat. He felt like prey caught in the stare of a predator, completely exposed despite feeling that this was indeed a vision.
The Sith Lord's lips curled into a twisted smile, and he took a step toward Harry. Harry forced himself to take a calming breath as he took an instinctive step back, his hands clenched at his sides, unsure of whether to fight or flee. But before the Sith could make another move, something seemed to shift. The intensity of his focus on Harry wavered, and the smallest flicker of confusion crossed his features.
Harry took another step back, his heart pounding in his chest, and suddenly the Sith's gaze slid away from him. It was as if Harry had become a shadow once more, unseen and unnoticed.
Harry watched, frozen in place, as the Sith turned and stalked over to the force field where Obi-Wan stood. The younger Jedi was still trapped behind the barrier, his face a mask of frustration and grief as he stared between Qui-Gon's prone form and the individual who had killed the Jedi Master. The Sith stopped just short of the force field, and a cruel smile spread across his face.
He pointed a finger toward Qui-Gon's lifeless body, mockingly drawing Obi-Wan's attention to the fallen Jedi Master. Then, with a chilling laugh, the Sith leaned in closer.
Harry felt a surge of anger flare within him, a heat that spread from his chest and made his hands tremble. The sight of Qui-Gon's body, the taunting sneer on the Sith's face, and the pain etched into Obi-Wan's expression—it was all too much. The anger built like a storm inside him, a rising tide that threatened to consume him.
But just as the rage reached its peak and the barrier separating them collapsed, the vision began to fade. The chamber dissolved into darkness, and the sounds of battle melted away. Harry blinked rapidly, trying to hold on to the image of Obi-Wan's desperate face, but it slipped through his grasp like sand.
A heartbeat later, he found himself back in the cockpit of the fighter in the hangar. The hum of the ship's systems filled his ears, and the cold metal of the controls pressed against his palms. Harry shook his head, trying to clear the dizziness that clung to him. He took a few deep breaths, steadying himself as he tried to make sense of what he had just experienced.
His mind raced, replaying the vision over and over. Had that been something that was currently happening, was it something that had already happened, or was it some kind of warning about what was to come? Beyond that, it had seemed as if the Sith had seen him—truly seen him—but he had also seemed uncertain. Harry couldn't be sure what it meant, but one thing was clear: Obi-Wan might be facing the Sith alone, and he needed help.
He glanced toward the hallway where Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, and the Sith had disappeared earlier. The memory of the Sith's mocking laughter still echoed in his mind, mingling with the image of Obi-Wan's anguish.
"I promised Qui-Gon I'd stay put," Harry muttered to himself, gripping the edge of the cockpit tightly. He hesitated for a moment, but then clenched his fists, a spark of determination flaring within him. "But I can't just stay here."
His decision made, Harry sprang out of the cockpit, landing lightly on the hangar floor. He ignored the nagging voice in the back of his head that reminded him of Qui-Gon's earlier warning. Right now, all he could think about was the look on Obi-Wan's face after watching Qui-Gon collapse to the floor. If the vision was happening now, then the young Jedi needed support. And if it hadn't happened yet, maybe—just maybe—Harry could change the outcome.
He broke into a run, heading for the hallway where the Jedi and Sith had vanished down. As he sprinted down the corridor, he quickly realized he had no trouble following their path. Every few steps, the walls and floors bore the signs of the fierce battle that had raged through the palace. Scorch marks and deep lightsaber gashes marred the surfaces, evidence of the clashing blades that had carved their way through the palace.
Harry pushed himself harder, his feet pounding against the floor. Each gash in the walls seemed like a breadcrumb, leading him closer to the source of the conflict. He tried to reach out with the Force as he ran, trying to sense any trace of the combatants, but all he could feel was a distant echo of anger and fear—a shadow of the dark presence that had confronted him in the vision.
The path twisted through the palace's maze-like corridors, but Harry followed the signs of battle, determined not to lose his way. The further he went, the more intense the damage became—burnt walls, shattered pillars, and even a section where a large metal door had been cleaved in half. Each step carried him closer to the confrontation, and with every step, the sense of urgency gnawed at him.
Finally, Harry rounded a corner and found himself standing at the entrance to a large chamber and there, across the room stood three individuals holding lightsabers locked in their fight.
For a moment, Harry froze, caught between the desire to intervene and the fear of making things worse. He could still hear Qui-Gon's voice in his mind, urging him to stay back and out of danger. But as he watched the Sith being backed towards a hallway with sectioned off areas separated by forcefields, Harry knew that standing by and doing nothing was no longer an option.
He could only hope that his gamble wouldn't end with him and Obi-Wan joining Qui-Gon on the cold floor.
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Story Note 1 – I wasn't sure how far from the city that the Gungan/droid fight had taken place so chose to write it as close enough to the city that the droids could see it and therefore be slowly drawn out of the city to go confront the Gungans, therefore leaving it relatively unprotected.
Story Note 2 – Unlike in the movie, there didn't seem to be a reason to attack the droids in the courtyard and give away the fact that they were in the city. So chose to write that they snuck all the way into the hanger before trying (apparently unsuccessfully) to dispatch the droids without raising an alarm, therefore giving them as much time as possible to make their way through the city.
Story Note 3 – The Duel of the Fates is about to begin! Such good music. I hope you plan to listen to that song on repeat while reading the next chapter. As for the end of this chapter, Harry had a vision of the future. Something that will be looked into in coming chapters and will have relevance for the story down the road.
Story Note 4 – As mentioned in a previous chapter Harry's Jedi master is soon to be revealed! Any guesses?
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fraewyn, A10riddick, rajeshkont, cameron1812, starboy454, morring star, - Thanks so much for the feedback and I am really glad you are enjoying the story so far!
CHRIS8477 - Those seem like pretty good guesses! Certainly sorta agree that Obi-Wan did an okay job with Anakin, but I wonder who will do a good job with Harry! Although to be fair there will technically be two masters that end up being pretty involved. As for Qui-Gon ... I guess he would need to survive whats coming up in order to be eligible ... As for Harry's future ... I guess we will just have to see what's in store!
DS2010 - I've really been enjoying writing and planning Harry and Obi Wan. Certainly have my fingers crossed!
Ariadne Venegas - Thats a totally fair point but this was partially driven by Harry wanting to be involved and a rather lack of 100% care when it comes to youngling safety. Although of course the plan theoretically would be for Harry to stay out of danger if he came.
EricFreak - Canon will certainly start diverging!
- That's a really interesting idea, I might look back and see if there is a way to include an idea like that. Haha this fic is ... well certainly the entire thing is a long fic. Hope you enjoy the journey!
tfuinsah - Thats a good point, but I think a big part of it is that family is the one thing that he never had so he would build it up and as a result in moments like that it would be more significant than friends.
WhiteElfElder - Based on the books and movies (read book for first time before writing this but rewatched movie as well) it seems the droids were controlled by the Trade Federation for sure and the Sith were just manipulating from the shadows. That being said ... I don't doubt they would be able to step from the shadows if it was necessary, especially if it helped further their goals.