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“Wait, no. What… what was that?! WHAT WAS THAT?!”

Harry winces as the Jedi before him raises her voice another couple octaves. It was clear that Mallie was not taking being apparated as well as he’d hoped. For a long moment, he’d thought she’d just let it go. She’d been nodding along in agreement, right up until the moment when she stopped and then shook her head, eyes wide. The exclamation had followed.

Lifting his hands placatingly, Harry adopts his best smile as he looks down at the young woman still on the ground before him.

“It was nothing too serious Mallie. You don’t need to be afraid. It was just a bit of magic.”

The Jedi Knight takes one look at him, towering over her even as he tries his best to calm her down. Scrambling backwards, Mallie gets to her feet, even as she’s very aware of Lana also getting to her feet off to the side. Harry holds up a hand in the blonde’s direction, noticing that Lana looks ready to attack if he doesn’t do anything.

“Wait. Just, let’s all calm down a little, okay? No need to panic.”

Mallie lets out a laugh at that, one that’s a bit frazzled as she runs a hand through her hair. It’s clear she’s processing what he’s said… and even more clear that she doesn’t believe him.

“Magic? What are you talking about? That’s not… that’s just… magic isn’t real, Harry. What did you actually DO?!”

Letting out a sigh, Harry scratches the back of his head for a moment.

“I apparated us. It’s a form of magical, yes magical, teleportation. Let’s me travel across great distances, as long as I know where I’m going… and it lets me take others with me as well.”

The female Jedi continues to look at him incredulously, so Harry sighs and pulls out his wand. She immediately tenses at that, but before she can do anything, he’s pointing the stick at her and wordlessly casting a binding spell. Rope flies from the end of his wand and wraps Mallie up in moments, leaving her trussed up and falling to the floor with a yelp as she tries to step back, only to fall on her ass instead.

“That was magic. The spell is called Incarcerous.”

He’d left her mouth ungagged of course. Mallie stares at him in utter disbelief, before eventually managing to find her voice.

“You… how did you do that? You used the Force to… to make rope out of n-nothing!”

Now it’s Harry’s turn to feel a little incredulous. He glances down at the Elder Wand, and then back at the Jedi he has trussed up and bound. Furrowing his brow, he shakes his head.

“No, this is magic, Mallie. Trust me, magic is much more powerful than your Force. It-.”

His words die in his throat when a metal cup wings out of the kitchen area of his ship and slaps him upside the head. It’s Harry’s turn to let out a yelp as he’s pelted with not just that, but a few other things from around the cabin as well. When he looks to Mallie and Lana however, he sees their surprise on their faces. Neither of them is doing this, but it only takes a moment for Harry to realize just what is.

Growling, Harry looks up at the spaceship’s ceiling, not really knowing where else to look.

“What?! It’s the truth! Magic is stronger and more versatile than anything I’ve seen from you so fa-gah!”

The pillow on his bunk, a fairly hefty cylinder thing, flies off and smacks him upside the back of the head, cutting him off once more. Harry scowls and rubs at the back of his head with his free hand, even as he raises his wand in the other. The wizard isn’t quite sure how to fight something like the Force, but he’s not going to go down without a fight.

“Ah… Harry?”

Blinking, Harry looks to Lana as she stares at him with some concern. Mallie is still tied up on the ground, watching the exchange between him and his unseen opponent even more incredulously than before. Lana meanwhile, cocks her head to the side.

“Harry… when you do the things you do, you ARE tapping into the Force. You know that, right?”

His first reaction is to rebuke her, to tell her no, that can’t be true. But before he can say a word, Harry feels a pulse from the very thing that they’re currently discussing, the powerful energy field that’s also clearly at least a bit sentient when it comes to him, given it just outright attacked him of its own accord. The pulse is filled with a sense of… satisfaction, and Harry is startled to realize that Lana is right.

The magic that permeated his Earth was not present in this galaxy. Or so Harry had thought. He’d felt undeniably connected to the all-encompassing power that had blanketed his world, that had lived in the roots and the people and every living thing. He hadn’t recognized the Force for what it was, mostly because it was spread across an entire galaxy, and it seemed to be fairly hands-off in comparison to what he was used to.

Except… not for him. It was most certainly not hands-off with him. Harry could guess at why he was so ‘special’, but it still left him a bit taken aback by the realization that he’d been using the Force all this time, without even truly realizing it.

“You are exceptionally bright, when I look at you with my force-sense. It… I suppose the evidence is in front of me and I cannot deny it. I can’t help but wonder if you’re the Chosen One.”

Harry blinks as the words fall from a shocked Mallie’s lips. The Jedi Knight is looking at him with no small measure of awe across her face, even as she lays there, still bound in rope. Honestly, she’s looking just a little too comfortable like that. Flushing with embarrassment as he realizes he’d all but forgotten her, Harry whirls his wand and dispels the bindings keeping her trussed up. While he does so, he focuses a bit more on his magic and what’s happening with it… and he can feel it. He can sense it now that he’s looking for it.

Sighing, Harry glances up at the ceiling.

“Sorry. I didn’t understand before. I do now.”

Another pulse of satisfaction from the Force, and Harry chuckles as he swirls his wand through the air, sending all the small objects thrown at him over the course of the tantrum he’d received back to where they belong. Only then does he look to Mallie and shake his head.

“I’m not. Whatever it is, don’t speak of any Chosen Ones or prophecies ever again. I’m no stranger to such things… and I’m completely and utterly done with being the butt of Fate’s jokes. So let’s just forget that right now and move onto what’s more important. This Jedi Master of yours. It’s about time we got you back to her, don’t you think?”

Mallie blinks at that, startling as if she’s just remembering that Shaak Ti even exists. After a moment, she nods jerkily in agreement, even as she rises from the floor once again. Lana watches on with a growing smile on her face. After all, she was quite sure that they’d end up fighting SOMEONE by the end of the day. And she was quite looking forward to it.

-x-X-x-

“Damn, looking fine girl!”

Vhonte Tervho bared her teeth as she glared up into the eyes of the piece of shit bounty hunter leering down at her. The laughter from all around them is irritating, but not nearly as infuriating as the smug look on the fuck-face who got the drop on her. She’d gotten careless, of course. A veteran mercenary such as herself? She’d been a fool to allow herself to be captured like this.

Now her beskar helmet was removed and her pretty face and red hair were exposed to the scum of Nar Shaddaa currently crowding around her. The fact that the job was on this shithole of a planet should have been the first clue that something was wrong. But the pay had been good… too good, now that Vhonte thought about it.

“Heh, she’s so fucking pissed, its hilarious. You can tell the bitch actually thought she was going to get paid!”

More laughter from the idiots around them. Vhonte kept her face from flushing with shame, but she still felt fairly embarrassed over the whole thing. She should have known better. A price tag like this hunt had had didn’t come often, even for a Jedi. Her time on Kamino had spoiled her in regard to rich, honorable clients. The cloners might have been pieces of shit, but they were at least timely in the delivery of their payments.

This though? She’d done the job, she’d accomplished the mission… and now here she was, paying for it. Her eyes widen slightly in shock and even greater anger when the man leering down at her suddenly reaches for the codpiece of his armor. She glances between his hands and his face for a moment, before baring her teeth in another snarl.

“Try it, and I’ll fucking bite it off.”

He pauses, and the laughter peters out for a moment. Then, he’s backhanding her across the face and Vhonte can feel more than one tooth loosening as she roars in pain.

“Shut the fuck up bitch. You want to keep your life, you’ll do whatever the fuck I say, when I say it. Now, fucking-!”

Whatever he was going to order her to do is cut off by the sudden sound of blaster fire and explosions. Everyone around her reacts at the same time, weapons drawn and blasters primed as they all turn to the source of the sounds. The electronic screams of the battle droids guarding the mercenary base can be heard from here, and a slow smile of grim satisfaction begins to spread across Vhonte’s face.

She didn’t dare hope for a rescue… but she’d take these fuckers getting what was coming to them, and a chance to escape at the same time. When the door blasts open and lasers begin to fly across the room, the Mandalorian takes her chance, ducking her head and slamming it up into the exposed groin of the man in front of her.

He goes down like a sack of rocks, and she’s quick to grab hold of the back latch of her helmet with her teeth, before dragging herself across the floor, out of the line of fire. It takes a while for the fighting to die down, but when it does, the only ones still standing are the attackers, and the mercenaries are either dead or unconscious to the last.

“Who are you supposed to be?”

Vhonte looks up, taking in the man who’d unknowingly saved her life, as well as his female companions. The blonde seemed to be eyeing her with a surprising hunger, while the brunette… well, that was a Jedi Knight if she’d ever seen one. Which explained what they were here for. They wanted the Jedi Master that she’d helped capture. That… that she could work with.

“Me? I’m a prisoner. What the fuck does it look like?”

The young man… at least, he looks young anyways, lifts an eyebrow at her before glancing down at her armor. Vhonte’s grin widens a touch, even as the Jedi jumps in, suspicion coloring her voice.

“Not many prisoners are allowed to wear a full set of Mandalorian Armor.”

Rolling her shoulders and her neck, the red head smirks at the Jedi.

“My status change was recent. We had a difference of opinion. They outnumbered me.”

Sounding amused, the man speaks up again.

“A difference of opinion? Over what?”

Vhonte’s eyes flicker over to the Jedi. She’s still bound, but the Jedi do have an honor code of sorts. One that makes them even less likely to kill a defenseless woman than many other sentients across the galaxy. Pressing her lips together, Vhonte shrugs her shoulders.

“They promised to pay me a considerable sum of credits for the Jedi Master I helped them capture. When the deed was done, they decided that paying me was less cost-effective than being rid of me altogether.”

“You! What have you done with Master Shaak Ti, you bounty hunter scum?!”

Or not. The Jedi was either on the verge of falling, as so many Jedi tended to do, or she was just stressed out, because the next thing Vhonte knows, the woman is moving towards her with a singularly pissed off expression on her face. It’s the young man that stops her, and Vhonte answers with a wide smile a moment later.

“I didn’t do anything with her, Jedi. However… I can take you to her, if you’re willing to unbind me and give me my weapons.”

It’s the blonde who steps in then, scoffing at the idea.

“Why would we do that? Why would we trust you?”

Only the man stays silent at this point, and Vhonte can tell he’s waiting. She can also tell he’s leading the group, regardless of the Jedi’s loyalties to her order, and the blonde’s hungry nature. It’s him she has to convince, so it’s him she looks to, even as she tilts her head to the side.

“You can’t trust me. At least, you shouldn’t. But trust this. I’ve been betrayed, and they intended to rape me, and then kill me, before tossing my corpse into one of Nar Shaddaa’s countless gutters. So when I say I want each and every one of them dead, when I say I want to see their organization, their entire racket burn for what they intended for me… you can believe that. My name is Vhonte Tervho, and I do not take kindly to betrayal, anymore than I take kindly to being underestimated.”

The Jedi snorts derisively, and clearly intends to make some sort of comment. Before she can however, the man beside her cuts her off and with a wave of a stick in his hand, Vhonte feels the heavy metal bindings on her wrists and her ankles unlocking and falling away from her. Eyeing the seemingly wooden stick, the Mandalorian takes up her helmet and slides it back over her head, locking it in place as she slowly stands.

“Thank you. Now, I will gladly escort you all to where they’ve put the Jedi Master. Just as soon as we’ve retrieved the rest of my equipment. Luckily, it should be on the way.”

The Jedi looked uncertain. The blonde woman seemed equal parts impressed and lustful, if her gaze was any indication. The man in the middle just smiles placidly and inclines his head in respect.

“My name is Harry Potter. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Vhonte Tervho. Shall we?”

Hm. She liked this one. Perhaps a bit too much. As she leads the way from the room, Vhonte begins to get an… idea of sorts, running through her head. A very interesting idea indeed…

-x-X-x-

“I thought you said it was on the way! We’ve almost come full circle through this damn base!”

“Well, it was on a way, I suppose. The long way, as it turns out.”

A familiar frustrated shout is what finally pulls Shaak Ti from her meditation completely. The Togrutan Jedi Master opens her eyes as the door opens before her, and Mallie walks in along with three others… including the woman in red Mandalorian Armor who’d captured her in the first place. Shaak Ti’s eyes widen and her nostrils flare for a moment… and then she calms down as she takes in the full scene… especially the hallway beyond, where the blasted apart remains of Battle Droids lay. The tips of the Mandalorian’s DC-17 Blasters are smoking, giving evidence to just who had destroyed the droids out in the hall.

“Mallie…”

The Jedi Knight hurries forward to help remove her from her imprisonment. Shaak Ti had found herself suspended in mid air by a ray shield, held in its grasp and unable to escape it when she’d first awoke. With Mallie working from the outside though, the Jedi Master is free in no time, and while her fellow Jedi has to catch her before she can fully fall, the Togruta manages to pull herself up and stand on her own two feet quickly enough.

“Jedi Knight… who are your companions.”

Before Mallie can answer, the sole male in the group steps forward and bows respectfully.

“My name is Harry Potter. This is Lana, Lana Beniko. And that’s… well, you two are already acquainted from what I understand.”

Shaak Ti was a Jedi, but she was not ignorant to the goings on in the galaxy. As a member of the Jedi Council and a Jedi Master of over a decade, she was aware of those who existed that could take down someone of her caliber. It was a short list.

“Vhonte Tervho.”

The female Mandalorian inclines her head in acknowledgement, her voice modulated as she answers the slightly accusatory tone in Shaak Ti’s voice.

“Jedi. No hard feelings for earlier, I hope. They hired me to do a job, and I did it. Then, they decided it would be easier to kill me instead of paying me. That kind of thing really pisses me off.”

A single eyebrow lifts, and a slight smile spreads across Shaak Ti’s face as she regards the Mandalorian with quiet serenity.

“Perhaps you should be more discerning in your employers then. The highest bidder does not make them the most honorable sentient. You would be better off finding a cause worth fighting for, rather than credits.”

She doesn’t expect the admonishment to actually mean anything to the bounty hunter. She’s dealt with more than enough of Vhonte’s kind over the years. Thus, she’s a bit surprised when the armored woman glances towards the one who’d called himself Harry Potter for a moment.

“… Yeah, maybe you’re right.”

Harry cuts in at that point, slipping a familiar cylinder out of his pocket.

“Here, I figure you’ll need this.”

The lightsaber, tossed underhand through the air, lands in Shaak Ti’s palm with a satisfying smack. The Togrutan Jedi Master lets out a happy sigh upon being reunited with her weapon, and a flick of the activator switch sees a blade of contained blue plasma lancing out. Its as beautiful as ever, even more so because of its absence from her side for the period of her imprisonment.

Meanwhile, Mallie is looking at Harry rather strangely.

“When… where did you even get that, Harry?”

The young man thumbs his nose and gives Mallie a sly grin.

“Oh you know, picked it up along the way.”

“I appreciate your efforts, Harry Potter. Your service to the Jedi Order will be recognized and rewarded. But if I may ask one last thing of you, there is information that I was able to gather about CIS movement in Hutt Space. It will hopefully be somewhere still on this base. We must find it before we leave.”

That gets a strange response, as Harry looks at her with a lifted brow for a moment.

“Information? Data? What about the slaves filling the pens down on the lower levels?”

Shaak Ti stiffens at that. She… how could she have forgotten? Reaching out with the Force, the Jedi Master feels it. A darkness, sometimes impermeable, had been clouding the senses of the Jedi for years now. Only Master Yoda could sometimes glimpse through it, and even then… still, this was a rather large misstep.

And yet, being near Harry… looking at him through the Force, the Jedi Master can’t help but be amazed. He shines, like a beacon in the darkness. Merely being in his presence is enough to peel back the shroud of shadows covering her connection to the Force. And with it, Shaak Ti can sense the numerous terrified sentients in the bowels of the base. Abruptly, the Togrutan Jedi Master is reminded of just why she’d come, as she feels the minds of dozens of Togrutan children beneath her feet.

“I… yes. Yes, we have to free the slaves. You’re right, of course.”

Everyone is looking at her oddly now, even Mallie. Harry drops his lifted brow though after a moment, and gives Shaak Ti a pleasant smile, even as he pulls a slightly thicker cylinder from his other pocket.

“That’s what I thought. Here’s the data you collected by the way. Now, let’s get to work, shall we?”

Mallie’s eyes go wide again as Harry produces something that he shouldn’t have. Neither Lana nor the Mandalorian seem that concerned over it, but Shaak Ti makes note of the oddities. There’s something off about Harry Potter. She’ll have to keep a close eye on him.

-x-X-x-

Hours later, the base is shut down, and along with it this particular part of the slave trade on Nar Shaddaa. Those imprisoned in the pens below had been freed, and with her title of Jedi Master backing her, even Nar Shaddaa’s rather corrupt and meager authorities had buckled under the pressure she could bring to bear. The former slaves were well on their way, and the Togrutan children that had been kidnapped were on the first transport back to their home world.

Everything was well… except Shaak Ti had seen things that were impossible. She’d watched Harry Potter do things he shouldn’t have been capable of doing. And now she had a choice to make, as she stood there before his ship, Mallie at her side. The two of them were once again dressed in the brown robes of their order, even as Harry and Lana stood at the foot of the ramp up into the ship. The Mandalorian was gone, and in truth, the Jedi Master was happy for that. It meant she didn’t have to worry about that particularly greedy spirit hearing what she was going to say next.

“I will not be reporting your involvement in these matters to the Jedi Council, Harry Potter.”

That garners surprise from everyone, even Mallie. Harry just looks at her, mildly surprised as he cocks his head to the side.

“And why is that?”

Letting out a slow breath, the Togruta opens herself to the Force once more, and basks for a moment in Harry’s metaphysical presence.

“You are an anomaly. And though I know from seeing with my own two eyes that you have a good heart, the Jedi Order is being turned towards war. And in war, one’s view changes. You’re either with us, or against us… and I would not have you hounded for being who you are. I suspect you have no desire to join the Jedi.”

Harry exchanges a glance with Lana, and though Shaak Ti cannot fully discern WHY, she knows that the pair are overly amused by that last bit.

“No. No I do not.”

Nodding her head in agreement, the Togrutan Master bows at the waist.

“Thank you, Harry Potter, for all you have done in the service of the Light. We will now take our leave. I wish you the best of luck in your travels. However, be warned. The war spreads by the day. No matter what you do, it may very well swallow you up before you can stop it.”

“Is that what’s happened to you? Is that why your judgment was so clouded?”

Shaak Ti stiffens at Harry’s blunt words. But he’s not wrong. Smiling sadly, Shaak Ti relaxes her shoulders and turns away from the man without responding. Mallie follows her a moment later, and they leave the duo standing there on the ship dock. Harry Potter… is an enigma. Shaak Ti doesn’t know what he is, or why he’s come into being… but given just how much the Force seems to favor him, she’s sure she’ll find out eventually. A man like that can’t simply stay out of things forever.

No… this was not the last she’d seen of Harry Potter.

-x-X-x-

After Nar Shaddaa, both Lana and Harry are more than happy to go somewhere without so many… people. Without so much… moral decay. In the end, they settled for Ilum. From what Harry understood, the planet was extremely important to the Jedi Order in this time. But to Lana, it was supposedly the sight of a great deal of conflict, as well as several Sith Bases from her time period.

Harry rather doubted there was anything left like that, but it was a nice change of pace after Nar Shaddaa regardless. In the end, they slipped past the orbital defense systems around the protected planet thanks to Harry’s magic, and landed on the ice world below at the coordinates that Lana remembered.

They didn’t find much of anything, in the end. The trip turned out to pretty much be a waste of time, though they did pick up a crate’s worth of kyber crystals. Lana had seemed insistent on doing that, and Harry could understand why she might want one or two, but he wasn’t entirely sure why she would want enough to make over a hundred lightsabers.

He wasn’t about to question things though, not after their trip had ended up exposing nothing of the Sith Empire that the blonde woman’s progenitor had once lived in. As they moved back into the ship, Harry empathized with his blonde companion.

“Sorry there wasn’t anything in the way of an actual base leftover Lana. I suppose the Republic and the Jedi were just a bit more thorough in erasing the traces of their enemies on this world.”

Lana snorts derisively at that.

“You’re not wrong. The Jedi have always been attached to Ilum. I’m not surprised they wanted to forget that the Sith once took from it as well. It’s practically sacred to them. Always has been.”

“Yes, well-.”

Harry cuts himself off as he hears sounds coming from the ship’s main room. Frowning, he sets down the crate of kyber crystals in the cargohold and pulls out the Elder Wand, moving a bit more cautiously into the lounge area. What he finds surprises him, to say the least. It surprises Lana too, if the sharp intake of air from behind him is any indication as she too lays eyes on their uninvited guest.

Harry can’t exactly deny that Vhonte looks good out of her armor. Hell, she looked pretty good in it too, but with the woman sitting there in nothing but a tank top and shorts as she thoroughly cleans a piece of her disassembled Mandalorian gear, laid out before her, Harry is able to see far more of the toned, beautiful bounty hunter’s body than he was ever expecting.

Vhonte looks up from her work as he and Lana walk in, and she blinks at their sudden presence.

“Huh, with the way you were talking about this place, I was expecting you both to be gone a while longer. Nothing worth finding?”

Lana bristles behind him, but as usual, Harry is more able to take everything in stride, smiling slightly as he shakes his head.

“No, nothing worth finding. Of course, looks like the real treasure was back on the ship all along, hm? What are you doing here?”

Vhonte scoffs at his minor flirtation, but Harry can’t help that she’s pretty. Hell, he’s feeling Lana’s skyrocketing lust for the Bounty Hunter over their force bond as well, making it all the harder to focus, even as the blonde woman fantasizes about pinning Vhonte down to do oh-so-terrible things to her for the invasion of their privacy.

The Mandalorian Bounty Hunter, unaware of any of that, stands up and sets aside both her tools and the armor she was repairing. She steps among the strewn-out armor all over the floor, and she comes to a stop a few feet away from him and Lana. Then, descending to her knee the red head speaks in what has to be a foreign language. Only Harry’s overpowered translation spell, still active even now, allows him to understand her.

“I, Vhonte Tervho, pledge myself to you. In recognition of the life you saved, I give my life in service to you until the end of my days.”

Harry is stunned to say the least, but he’s even more stunned when his magic, or the Force, or whatever the fuck they wanted to call it, REACTED to her oath. There’s a swirl of wind and energy in the contained lounge room, and Vhonte’s eyes snap up, wide as she looks around. A moment later things die down, and the oath is set. The red head has sworn her life away to him, just like that.

“What… what did you just do?”

Still a bit in awe of the lightshow, Vhonte looks around curiously, before gazing up at the man she’d pledged herself to.

“I owed you a life debt. Now, some Mandalorians don’t put much stock in that sort of thing. I never had, if I’m being honest. But there’s something different about you. And given what just happened, it looked like I was right. Tying myself to you will certainly prove interesting, won’t it Harry Potter?”

Pressing his lips together, Harry lets out an exasperated groan, even as he pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger. Great. Just… great. It doesn’t help either, that Lana’s excitement and lust have shot up so much over this new development that even Fay is taking notice, halfway across the galaxy.

This… this is just his life now, isn’t it? Condemned to wander around this new galaxy while pretty women practically throw themselves at him. Hey, maybe Vhonte wouldn’t be interested in that kind of thing. Glancing at the red head, he watches her rise, and she in turn sees him looking at her. Grinning wickedly, Vhonte slides one leg out, and runs a hand down the side of her body.

“Do you like what you see, Master?”

Harry’s blush answers that question, but thankfully, the red head loses the pose a moment later, letting out a burst of laughter as she turns around and moves back to her seat, returning to her armor. The Mandalorian woman gives him a shit-eating grin as she goes back to working at the greave she’d had in her hand when they’d first entered.

“Just let me know when you need my blasters, sir. Happy to gun down the opposition.”

Letting out an explosive sigh, Harry decides he has no more patience for the crimson-haired woman at that point. He doesn’t give her another moment of his time, instead moving towards the cockpit with Lana on his heels. By the time he’s seated, Lana is trying to crawl in between his legs. He stops the blonde and she pouts at him.

“Haaarry~ You can’t just let her tease me like that and then leave me high and dry!”

Groaning, Harry rubs the bridge of his nose again, before looking down at the kneeling blonde.

“Did you have any luck with that data you picked up from the lab on Nar Shaddaa yet?”

Lana grins at that and nods eagerly.

“Oh yes. It had a very specific set of coordinates in it. To a world my original knows very well. A little place called Zakuul.”

Harry doesn’t recognize the name, but to be fair, he hasn’t exactly been in this world long enough to recognize most names. Shrugging his shoulders, he tosses his head towards the navigator’s seat.

“Well? Input the coordinates. Let’s get going. And if you’re good, maybe I’ll let you suck my dick later.”

He blushes the moment the words leave his mouth, even as Lana grins widely and hops to her feet to move towards the navigational systems. Why the hell had he said that? Honestly, he was beginning to think the blonde was a worse influence than he’d originally believed. And now he had Vhonte to deal with as well. He wasn’t sure if the red head understood yet just what she’d done with her magically-binding oath.

But he was definitely stuck with the Mandalorian now, so long as she lived. And he wasn’t exactly looking to kill her, just to be rid of her. This was his life now. Just… great.