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-x-X-x-

“… I understand.”

Harry’s brow furrows at that, and he exchanges a worried glance with Fay, even as the near-human female shrugs her shoulders partially. Looking back at Lana, he frowns slightly.

“Do you understand? It’s alright if you don’t, you know. Fay and I… we weren’t able to do as much as we would have liked. Whatever technique was used to program you, to condition you into a loyal servant… it’s still there. It’s integrated into your very soul. We were only able to… diminish its effects, not remove it altogether.”

Lana bows her head and then nods.

“I know. I can feel it, even now. The urge to call you Master remains strong, Harry. But our force bond gives me enough freedom to resist. That is thanks to you… to both of you. I appreciate what you have done for me, even if it has not led to my full freedom.”

Harry glances at Fay, but this time it’s for a different reason. Lana doesn’t let this look lie. A slight smirk spreads across the blonde’s face, showing just how far along she’s come, even with only a small portion of the conditioning truly peeled back.

“Is something wrong, Harry?”

Caught out, the immortal wizard coughs into a fist, and then scratches the back of his head sheepishly.

“Well… it’s just, everything I’ve heard and read about the Sith… hell, I even felt it on Korriban, experienced it first-hand. I suppose I’m just not sure what I was expecting from you.”

Lana’s smirk grows wider and she bows her head.

“You were expecting me to be evil, or dangerous, or threatening. For someone who has already taken the steps to uncovering a better way, you are still remarkably closeminded, Harry.”

That gets a blush from the man, even as he feels Fay’s mirth through their force bond. Lana is right after all, Fay was evidence that the dark COULD be harnessed without one actively falling to it. She was a bit more open to her emotions now, but beyond that, the former Jedi Master wasn’t some evil, violent entity now that she’d meditated on the Dark Moon.

Licking his lips, Harry moves to reply with an apology, but before he can do so Lana cuts him off.

“I am not here. I am not truly Lana Beniko. I will take her name, as a homage to my progenitor… but even with her memories, even with her skills and her talents and her strength transferred to my mind, it is not hard to differentiate between the two of us. After all, she would never have been so weak as to wind up shackled as I am now.”

The smile on the clone’s face is a bit sad as she looks down at her hands. Harry feels a sudden pang of sympathy for the blonde woman.

“I apologize Lana. I…”

“No. You have nothing to apologize for Harry. You saved me, after all. I’m ever so grateful for that.”

Her tone drops into a sultry cadence as her demeanor suddenly shifts from melancholy to flirtatious. Harry blinks, and then he’s blushing again. After all, they’re all still naked. It’s only the morning after the threesome that he and Fay had engaged in with the blonde in order to hopefully lower her subconscious defenses, so they could attempt to remove the conditioning from her mind.

Lana suddenly leans forward, her smile sultry and her breasts pushed together by her arms as she looks ready to pounce at him. Swallowing thickly, Harry glances between the blonde Sith and Fay, but the near-human doesn’t look at all annoyed or jealous of the moment. If anything, she looks amused. Unable to count on interference from her, Harry tries to take matters into his own hands, lifting said hands up and turning them outwards in a universal warding gesture.

“A-Ahem, Lana… this isn’t you. This is the conditioning.”

The blonde pauses, considering this for a moment. Then, her grin widens and she lifts a single eyebrow as she begins to prowl closer, covering the distance across the bed in moments as Harry sits there, frozen.

“Are you sure, Harry? Is it the conditioning, or am I just thankful for all you both have done for me? However will I show my gratitude, hm?”

Harry swallows again, his primal mind warring with his rational one, even as he considers what to say in response to that. Before he can get a single word out however, Lana’s hand slips under the covers and grabs at his cock, her fingers wrapping around his length and her palm sliding up and down his shaft as she smiles salaciously up at him.

“I find I’m already differentiating from the original, in some ways. Perhaps its our force bond, changing me. I can feel you both, after all. And if there’s one thing I’m learning, one thing I know I have that my progenitor did not… it’s a libido.”

When Lana’s lips press against Harry’s a moment later, the wizard is just too weak to resist. Her hand feels far too good around his cock. And then Fay joins in a moment later, and really, is it Harry’s fault anymore at that point? What happens next is a repeat of the night before… and all three of them enjoy themselves quite a bit.

-x-X-x-

“I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you as well, but we are never truly apart, thanks to the force bond.”

“I know, it’s just…”

A week later, Harry finds himself saying goodbye to Fay again. The former Jedi Master intends to continue her quest for balance on Typhon’s twin moons, while Harry just isn’t the kind of guy to spend all day meditating. Meanwhile, Lana…

“Are you ready to go yet Harry? Or do you need some more time? I could… assist with that.”

The blonde’s tone is innocent, but considering she’s walked in on Fay and he while they’re embracing, her intentions are clear. The blonde is quite the sexual deviant, and Harry is fairly certainly it’s not all HIM that’s making her like that. Really now. Still, she’s the one who’d come up with something for him to do, so he couldn’t be truly upset with her. Sex was fun and all, but it couldn’t really fill one’s every waking moment. That would be ridiculous.

Rolling his eyes at the amusement on Fay’s face and through their force bond, Harry leans in and gives the near-human female a nice, deep kiss. Then they part ways mutually, and while Lana pouts that they aren’t going to engage in one last threesome, she follows him onto his ship nonetheless. Within minutes, they’ve blasted off, departing once more from the birthplace of the Je’daii Order.

Getting the hyperdrive warmed up and the navigation systems online is the work of moments, and eventually Harry glances at his blonde travel companion, eyebrow raised as he looks to her for guidance.

“So then, Lana. Where should we start?”

Grinning sultrily, the blonde tease makes a point of leaning forward to show off her purposefully expansive cleavage, her new outfit a sort of mix between grey and black, and altogether a little slutty in Harry’s opinion. But he wasn’t about to tell the clone how she could dress. Hell, he was avoiding orders altogether, especially since he was fairly confident that she still couldn’t disobey direct commands from him thanks to that damnable conditioning.

“Well, I imagine you won’t accept ‘in the bedroom’ as an answer, so we’ll have to settle for the next option. It’ll be twice as filthy as the bed would be, and half as perverse… actually, I should probably ask now before I make a fool of myself. Is Nar Shaddaa still operating as a wretched hive of scum and villainy?”

Glad for the distraction from the beautiful blonde’s nonstop flirting, Harry brings up the holonet and does a general search of the name. He finds a moon, and judging by the recent news articles detailing the place, Lana isn’t at all off the mark on this one.

“Seems so.”

The blonde snorts derisively, reading over his shoulder as she is.

“The Smuggler’s Moon. I suppose that means the Hutts are still thriving. They’d have to be, for that place to be operational after these past few millennia. That’s where we need to go, Harry. We go there, and we find out if the hidden Sith research labs that I ‘remember’ are still there.”

Harry cocks his head and side-eyes Lana.

“And what are we hoping to find in these research labs?”

Lana smirks at that, even as she wraps her arms around Harry from behind, her breasts pressing against his back and her chin landing on his shoulder.

“Information, I hope. This galaxy was full of secrets even when my progenitor lived amongst its stars. Now though… I can’t help but wonder what’s still out there to discover. The Force works in interesting ways.”

That startles a half-scoff, half-chuckle out of Harry. A moment later, he’s inputting the coordinates and pulling the hyperdrive lever, sending them off towards the ‘Smuggler’s Moon’. Ever since he’d gotten a bit… testy with the Force back on Korriban, the strange energy field had been quiet. Somewhat anyways, Harry was fairly certain it was still there, still pushing him onwards.

“… You can say that again.”

-x-X-x-

It was around the time when her lightsaber slipped down a storm drain, falling out of her reach before she could even think to reach out with the Force and grab it, that Mallie decided she rather hated Nar Shaddaa. It wasn’t like she was exactly a fan of the place before that point, especially not with a group of bounty hunters on her tail, but losing her weapon in such a manner, when up till that point it’d been the only thing keeping her alive… yeah, that was enough to firmly cement the Smuggler’s Moon as Worst Place in the Galaxy in the young Jedi’s mind.

Letting out a curse as a blaster bolt strikes the ground beside her, Mallie scrambles to her feet and leaves the storm drain behind, now weaponless, even as she continues to run through the labyrinth that was Nar Shaddaa’s underbelly. Even the top levels of the Smuggler’s Moon weren’t exactly sunshine and roses, but down here in the scum and the darkness? Needless to say, Mallie was beginning to lose her centered position in the Force. It was hard to stay calm in a situation like this.

“Come back here little Jedi! Surrender, and we’ll make it quick! The longer you run, the more we’ll draw this out!”

Mallie doesn’t bother with a response. There’s no point, as evidenced by the words that follow after her silence a few seconds later.

“Bitch! Where the fuck did you go?!”

They have jetpacks, or at least their leader does. She can hear him flying overhead, even as the sounds of metal boots hitting durasteel ring in her ears. Rushing along, the helpless Jedi’s robes whip around behind her as she tries to escape. If she can just meet up with the Master that she’s been assigned to for this task, Mallie knows that she’ll be fine. She just-gah!

An armored arm suddenly clotheslines her from behind a nearby corner, and the female Jedi drops like a sack of rocks. The Force helps to mitigate the blow, but in the end that’s all it does, especially when a blaster is suddenly in her face, and it’s soon joined by many more. To use the Force effectively, the average Jedi needs time and a chance to center themselves, to concentrate so they don’t fuck it up. That, or they need enough power, enough of a connection to the Force that they can brute force their way through.

Mallie doesn’t have either, and as the leader comes in for a landing, his own rifle pointed at her head, the female Jedi can only shiver at the look on his scarred, dirty face. He grins wickedly, before putting the blaster rifle away in a compartment on his armor.

“Dumb bitch. Should have given up earlier. Not that we would have made it quick either way, but this definitely would have gone easier for you.”

Mallie can see the bounty hunter’s intentions in his eyes. More than that, she can feel their desire through the Force, all around her. She knows what they intend for her… and in the end, the Jedi isn’t inclined to just lay back and take it. Gritting her teeth, she pulls at the Force as best she can, preparing to launch herself forward, knowing from the number of fully-primed blasters on her that it’ll mean her death. Better that than what the bounty hunters are planning.

Only, before she can make her move, something else happens. The Force is suddenly pulled in another direction, and the leader, the one with the jetpack, is abruptly thrown into a nearby wall. At the same time, fire blasts out of nowhere, washing over two of the men training blasters on her. Things only get crazier from there, as strange energy blasts dominate the area. The bounty hunters, riding high from the success of their capture of her, are completely blindsided. None of them see it coming, and soon enough, Mallie is the only one left conscious.

Well, her and her rescuers. Blinking dumbly, the brunette slowly rises and takes in the sight of the two people who saved her life. She immediately pegs the pretty blonde as the force user… but the man with the mop of black hair is something more. He’s like… he’s like a beacon in the Force, his presence shining so bright now that it’s right in front of her that Mallie isn’t sure how she didn’t notice it as soon as he entered the Solar System.

“I… thank you. But do I know you? Either of you?”

The man and woman exchange a glance, before the man shrugs his shoulders and speaks for both of them.

“No, you don’t. Just not a fan of bullies, never have been. My name is Harry Potter and this is Lana Beniko. We’re just… travelers, passing through. Glad to be of service.”

Mallie’s brow lifts as one as she looks between the two.

“Just… travelers? You don’t feel like just travelers.”

In return, Harry lifts his own eyebrows, staring her down.

“Oh? Do we scare you, Master Jedi?”

Mallie flushes red at that. She’s no Master, far from it in fact. Blushing, she averts her gaze and shakes her head.

“N-No, I… it’s just, you’re very bright, H-Harry. The Force is strong with you.”

Her candor seems to take the man back, even as the one he’d named Lana grins and elbows him in the side. Harry scowls at her as Mallie watches from beneath her bangs, feeling like a young girl rather than the freshly promoted Jedi Knight that she is. But then, that freshly promoted bit is probably the most important. It’s obvious to Mallie now, as she stands before her saviors, that she’s more than a little out of her depth.

With these two proving to be the first friendly faces she’s seen in hours, it doesn’t seem like a good idea to chase them away.

“I… s-sorry for doubting you. What… what brings a pair of travelers to a place like Nar Shaddaa?”

It’s the blonde who answers her, speaking for the first time with a slight smirk playing across her lips.

“Relic hunting.”

When Harry doesn’t disagree with that, Mallie just nods her head up and down in understanding, prompting the dark-haired man to speak up again.

“And you? What brings a Jedi to a world like this?”

Mallie frowns at that, frowns deeply. Neither of these seem like they’d be the type to be involved. So she’s probably safe… hopefully.

“The slave trade. I was sent by the Jedi Council alongside a Master to locate a particular group of kidnapped Togrutan children. From what I understand, Master Shaak Ti has taken the enslavement of her people’s young quite seriously. Only… she sent me off to do what should have been a minor task some hours ago. That was when the bounty hunters ambushed me. I attempted to flee back to the Master for support, but they corralled me to here… where ever here is.”

“The Underworld, as it so happens. You’re about thirty levels beneath the surface at this point. You’ve been running for quite a while, I imagine.”

She can hear the truth in the blonde female force user’s words. A shudder runs down Mallie’s spine as she shuts her eyes and lets out a low breath.

“… Thirty levels. I allowed myself to be distracted by my fear and my selfish desire to survive more than I thought, it seems.”

“Hey now, don’t beat yourself up. It’s alright to be afraid. You’re allowed to want to live, you know.”

Harry’s tone is concerned as he frowns at her, and Mallie finds herself smiling sadly at the sentiment.

“A Jedi does not fear. There is no emotion, there is peace.”

That causes a frown to spread across Lana’s face as well, and both of them seem nonplussed by Mallie’s partial recitation of the Jedi Code. Eventually, Harry is the one to answer her.

“There is always emotion… and I’m just now realizing that we never got your name.”

Mallie stiffens at that as she realizes he’s right.

“A-Ah, my apologies. My name is Mallie. I am a Jedi Knight, of the Jedi Order. I… I thank you for your assistance, but I should be on my way.”

“Do you have somewhere to go?”

His concern is touching… more than it really should be. Mallie finds herself smiling at Harry, even as she shakes her head.

“No, but I will find my way back to Master Shaak Ti. The Force will guide me.”

“Perhaps it already did. Perhaps it guided us as well. Come, stay on our ship for the night, be safe. Once you’ve rested, we can help you locate this Jedi Master, alright? And hey, maybe Lana and I can help with that slaver thing.”

Mallie winces at the thought of bringing two strangers into a Jedi Operation. Shaak Ti’s reaction would probably be… less than thrilled. But before she can answer in the negative, a wave of exhaustion hits her, and the Jedi gasps, falling to a knee as the force-enhanced adrenaline she’s been running on for the last few hours comes to an abrupt end.

Harry is at her side in a second, helping her to stand and swinging one of her arms over his shoulder.

“Come on. Back to the ship with you.”

The tired young Jedi gives up. Honestly, at this point, if Harry and Lana do have bad intentions… she just can’t bring herself to care. One way or another, sleep sounds really good right now…

-x-X-x-

She was not Lana Beniko. She was a clone of Lana Beniko. But that didn’t make her any less of a person, and even if her mind had been warped and twisted and programmed by some unknown entity, she wasn’t inclined to let that tear at her. Thanks to Harry and Fay, she had more freedom than one could reasonably expect, all things considered.

And at this point, she was the only one left alive in the galaxy who had a claim to the name Lana, wasn’t she? So, in the end she was happy to be who she was. And she was happy to be with who she was with. Despite Harry’s awkwardness around her, there was one thing Lana knew for sure. She really liked his cock. The man was an excellent lover with a larger dick than any she could remember from the original Lana’s life.

What wasn’t to like about that? Plus, they had an actual, honest-to-force Jedi onboard now. She was in the guest quarters, which just so happened to share a wall with Harry’s room. She might not have been as much a Sith as her progenitor… and to be fair, her progenitor hadn’t been much of a Sith by their standards either from what she remembered, but there was still something oh so fun to consider about the idea of corrupting… or at the very least scandalizing a Jedi.

And she already spends her nights in Harry’s bed anyways, with or without his permission. So was it any wonder that she snuck in that night as well, with this ‘Mallie’ woman sleeping just a room away. Harry was fast asleep in bed by the time Lana slipped into his room. Or at least, he looked fast asleep. She took a single step before she saw his eyes snap open, and heard his exasperated sigh.

Grinning wickedly, the blonde begins to strip right then and there, even as he watches her in the dark, their gazes locked together. Once she’s naked, she doesn’t move to climb onto the bed beside him… instead she moves to the end of the bed, pulling up the sheets and slipping under. Prowling beneath the covers, Lana makes her way up to the space between Harry’s legs. His cock is already bulging against his boxers when she finally hooks her fingers into the waistband of his underwear, slowly pulling them down.

Lana isn’t surprised, she know she has a beautiful body, and she certainly put a little bit of sway in her hip as she stripped for him. Harry… Harry was her Master, or so her mind kept trying to tell her. But Lana had no Master, not anymore. She loved Harry not because she was forced to love him, but because he was the one who’d given her a semblance of choice in the first place. The force bond helped as well in that regard, leaving Lana feeling things she never would have felt if it wasn’t for Harry and Fay.

Even now, she could feel his pleasure as she slipped her lips over his cockhead, sucking the first few inches of his member into her mouth. Through their bond, she could feel Fay as well, the near-human woman a mixture of amused and bemused at the fact that she was being distracted from her meditations once again by Lana’s antics.

Smirking around the dick in her mouth, Lana lowers a hand to between her legs, pushing two fingers into her wet cunt, even as she bobs her head up and down Harry’s shaft enthusiastically. At the same time, she pushes everything she’s sensing, everything she’s feeling, along the connection to Fay, much to the near-human’s mock chagrin. When Fay in turn starts to touch HERSELF, Lana grins as wide as she can, and speeds up the pace of her eager blowjob, until finally Harry throws back the sheets and laces his fingers through her blonde locks, groaning her name in the same moment.

“Lana…”

She happily drinks down his seed as it fills her mouth, and through their connection, she can feel Fay’s jealousy, even as both women come to a mutual orgasm a few seconds later. Sending back a ‘message’, Lana ‘tells’ Fay that she’ll make it up to the former Jedi Master. Then, she slides her mouth off Harry’s length and crawls up his body.

It’s not long before she’s sinking down onto his still-hard, saliva-coated member, a loud happy moan leaving her throat, even as Harry’s hands center on her hips. Fay feels it, every last inch of their lover’s cock filling her insides from halfway across the galaxy. Her ability to sense Harry and Lana is amplified by Lana’s inclusion into their force bond, in point of fact.

Sensing Fay’s pleasure, and Harry’s as well for that matter, Lana moans louder and louder as she begins to ride the dark-haired male right then and there. Before she can really get into it however, Harry stops her, bringing the whole thing to a grinding halt.

“Lana… you need to be quieter.”

There’s a note of warning in his tone as he looks up at her. Lana stares right back with a wide, shit-eating grin across her face. She plants her hands on Harry’s chest, and leans in until their lips are only inches apart.

“Do I, Harry?”

Her tone is breathy and flirtatious, and Harry frowns slightly, even as Lana smirks and pulls back. Then, she begins to ride her lover for all she’s worth, bouncing up and down his cock as hard and as fast as she can. With that comes noise… lots of noise. Enough to almost certainly wake the dead. Or a particular exhausted Jedi Knight, trying to sleep on the other side of the bulkhead.

Of course, eventually Harry gets irritated enough with her that he turns the tables. Half of their playtime is spent with Lana’s face buried in a pillow, her ass up in the air as she gets the railing of a lifetime from behind. Harry’s grunts are kept quiet, and with her teeth biting down on the pillow before her, Lana’s own squeals, cries of pleasure, and moans are stifled.

But what Lana thinks Harry doesn’t quite realize is just how powerful he is. The entire bed rocks with every thrust he makes, and since the bed is bolted to the wall… well, there’s a reason Lana is happy to take Harry’s dick from behind for a good half hour before he finally cums again, and it’s not just because it feels absolutely fucking amazing.

The next morning, Mallie is a deep, dark red color, all through breakfast. Harry blushes slightly too, while Lana herself is all smiles. Wide, wicked smiles. Any time she can get a Jedi thinking… well, the clone has no actual personal experiences with such things, but it feels RIGHT, in the end. Just like, somehow it feels right to go searching for the Sith research labs that she ‘remembers’ from her progenitor’s previous life.

Something is calling to her. Be it the Force, or something else… she needs to know what. Luckily, she has Harry supporting her every step of the way.

-x-X-x-

Harry frowns as Lana leads them deeper and deeper into Nar Shaddaa’s underbelly. They’re far lower than they were yesterday by this point, below level sixty at least. Mallie is by his side, still silent and flustered from the events of the night before. He could tell Lana’s feelings towards the poor girl weren’t actively malicious. The blonde had simply decided that teasing the Jedi with what she couldn’t have would be a… fun way to spend the night. Harry couldn’t deny that it was indeed fun, what they’d gotten up to.

… Still, he wish he’d had a bit more self-control. He felt guilty, over how Mallie was acting now, over letting Lana goad him into fucking her silly. The blonde was ever the mischievous minx, but how much of her desire to play with him was her, and how much was the conditioning that bound her to him through artificial loyalty and devotion?

It was a little maddening, if the wizard was being honest with himself. How was he-

“Here. The entrance is here, if there’s anything left.”

Harry blinks, startled from his thoughts as he moves to catch up with Lana, Mallie doing the same beside him. They both come to a stop behind the blonde, even as she reaches out and presses her fingers into what appears to be a nondescript durasteel wall. It’s obviously not though, when her digits slide right through at certain points, small circles of the wall giving away before her hand. When her fingers are sunk deep in, Lana slowly twists, and a mechanism sounds through the metal, as a doorway left unopened for possibly millennia slowly appears before them.

When Lana draws her hand back, she’s doing it from open air, as the entire wall has disappeared by that point.

“Come on.”

He really doesn’t have anything to say to that. Neither does Mallie. Though, when Harry steps over the threshold, into the dark and dusty hallway right beyond the secret entrance, he does suddenly feel something. It hits him like a grunt, and he groans as he rubs the heel of his palm against his forehead.

“Harry? Are you alright?”

“Yeah… yeah I’m fine. There’s something here for us.”

“How do you know?”

“The Force. It has a habit of treating me like it’s errand boy.”

“E-Errand boy?”

That’s Mallie, and she sounds rather scandalized as she looks at him with some incredulity. Harry chuckles and shrugs his shoulders.

“Pretty much. It’s how I found Lana after all, thanks to some very unsubtle pushes from the damn Force. It’s the reason I’ve accomplished most things of late, in fact.”

That causes the Jedi Knight some surprise, obviously. She blinks dumbly at that, her lips turning down in what seems to be… jealousy?

“Rarely is the Force so strong with anyone to get what could be called ‘unsubtle pushes’ back from it. But I suppose with you, I can see it. You do shine so bright…”

She trails off at the end there, and Harry can’t help but feel slightly uncomfortable. Coughing into a fist, he moves down the hallway, taking the lead and slipping into the abandoned, trashed Sith research lab that Lana had led them to. The place truly is a dump at this point. Trashed, but covered in such a thick layer of dust that Harry can’t imagine anyone having been in here for ages. Millennia, given when the original Lana Beniko lived.

Still, it’s clear that whoever WAS here last destroyed most of the place. There’s not much in the way of working technology, and the entire lab is just outright trashed. Harry doesn’t pay attention to that though, not really. He’s focused on what the Force is pushing him towards. It’s being a bit nicer about things this time. Not driving a spike into his head just to get him to go where it wants.

So long as it’s willing to ASK instead of DEMAND, Harry can see him and the energy field having a nice, productive working relationship. Eventually, he stands before the only console in the entire place that seems relatively intact. It’s still not turned on though, which leads Harry to running a hand over it, casting a silent reparo charm on the technology. It feels like the right thing to do… and as it turns out, it is because a moment later the entire thing lights up, the cracked monitor suddenly fixed as it turns on.

“What? What did you do?”

Harry ignores Mallie’s question for the moment, looking to Lana instead. The blonde is already holding a datapad, an excited grin on her face as she waits for him to say what they both know he’s going to say.

“Think you can get anything from this?”

“Don’t you know it.”

Her confident tone causes Harry to chuckle as he steps back and lets her get to work. He glances at Mallie as he does so, the female Jedi looking at him with something akin to awe in her eyes.

“I fixed the machine. That’s all.”

“You… you fixed it. With the Force?”

Harry inclines his head in silent agreement, causing Mallie to laugh a little.

“That’s… that’s… wow. I don’t even know what to say.”

Shrugging his shoulders, Harry smiles and waves a hand dismissively.

“Perhaps now is not the time, but you should consider the fact that the Jedi Order is not the end-all, be-all when it comes to the Force. The Jedi are a little bit more… emotionally stunted than a well-rounded sentient should be.”

Mallie snorts.

“You sound like a Sith.”

Harry glances over at Lana, feeling her amusement through their force bond. When he looks back to Mallie, he simply shakes his head back and forth in disappointment.

“From what I’ve seen, the Sith are a lot worse than that. But the fact that you’ve been trained to view a statement as benign as mine as dark… well, it speaks more to the failings of the Jedi than it does the Sith, don’t you think?”

Mallie’s brow furrows slightly, and her lips curl down into a frown. Before they can continue their conversation, an alarm sounds, and Lana is suddenly pulling away from the console.

“Whoops!”

Harry spins to face the blonde.

“Whoops? What does whoops mean?!”

“Self-Destruct in Five Minutes.”

Lana lets out a light laugh, even as she holds up her datapad.

“Nothing serious! I got everything I could… but I might have tripped something on the way. Still, five minutes? We’ve got plenty of time!”

The blonde slaps a hand down on the console… and the alarms begin to sound a lot faster.

“Self-Destruct Priority Upgraded. Self-Destruct in Thirty Seconds.”

Lana’s eyes widen at the same time that Harry’s and Mallie’s do. They all begin to run out of the lab, but as the robotic voice counts down the moments to their death, Harry just isn’t willing to risk it. His hands lash out, he grabs onto both Lana and Mallie, and a moment later all three of them are on his ship, crashing to the floor from the abrupt apparition.

It takes a while for the girls to recover. By the time Mallie specifically is able to get off the ground, Harry is offering her a cup of tea. The Jedi Knight looks around wildly, and then stares at Harry in even more awe than before. A sheepish smile on his face, Harry rubs the back of his head.

“Hey… so now that we’ve almost gotten you killed… how about we go and try to find that Jedi Master of yours, yeah? Sound good?”

Slowly, ever so slowly, Mallie nods her head in agreement.