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Chapter 25

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The cannons fired with a chorus of hisses as the beams burnt the atmosphere around us. I felt a wave of heat pass me as the sky glowed blue. I heard Hermione scream. I looked behind me to see Hermione spinning out of control on her broom. The back end of the broom was missing, where a laser had burnt off the broom's bristles.

Hermione was screaming in fear as she careened wildly towards the ground. I could see the back of her robes were smoking from the heat they had briefly been exposed to.

“Arresto Momentum.” I cast and pulled Hermione off her broom as she stopped in midair. Her broken broom shot off into the sky with blazing speed. The elf fire-team 'Alpha' dropped their disillusionment charm right under Hermione's floating form.

I let the spell drop her onto the floating red carpet with the five of the most vicious little elves in the universe. After seeing that Hermione was secure, I turned my gaze to the sky. I could see the hundreds bright orange balls of fire begin to lose their orange glow and turn into little black dots. The sun glinted off a few of them, making it seem like glitter was falling from the sky.

The laser-cannons continued to fire into the sky. I could see the glittering black dots explode into glowing little balls of plasma. I could hear plasma rockets firing below me, before red light began to rain down from the sky.

“Lets get the fuck out of here!” I screamed over the explosions below us as hundreds of clones died in the lethal barrage of Separatist blaster-cannon fire. Turning my broom around I began to speed towards a nearby crater.

I didn't look back to see if the elves were following me as I raced as far away from the battle as possible. I flew for several minutes until the sound of hissing laser-cannons and explosive giant blaster bolts were muted to far off rumbles.

As soon as I stopped fleeing, I turned around to look at the battle in the distance. I could see Hermione with Alpha team, a half mile back, closing the distance with myself. I concentrated on seeing the battle of Dantooine, as the Separatists utterly wrecked the Republic forces from on high. Or so it seemed to me.

Plumes of smoke rose from the outpost as red blaster-cannon bolts rained down onto a glowing blue shield that covered the square Republic fortress. Balls of plasma shined in the sky as blue beams of laser-cannon fire made their way into the sky. I could see Separatist ships landing on the ground. Although I could not see the droids from this distance, I could imagine thousands emerging from the vessels. I could see the red and blue flashes of blaster fire erupted as the droids met the clones on the field of battle.

“Next time, we all have personal portkeys for times like this.” I told Hermione. “And how did we not notice a fleet of Separatist ships in orbit?”

“No names.” Hermione said quietly. She was still in shock over almost being vaporized. “The fleet has no names. The ships were not obvious, and I didn't think to scan the whole solar system. I was thinking about the planet more than anything.” She admitted bitterly.

I nodded, no smile on my face. I had come within inches of death. “We wait until the battle is over, and then we attack the winners if possible. We need to get into those ruins.” I told her.

She looked at me, confused. “What's so important that you are willing to back,” she pointed at the battle, “there?”

I scowled. “It's what we need to kill the Goa'uld and take over the wizarding world.” I said.

Hermione raised her eyebrows. “How do you know this?” She asked, disbelieving. “I've never heard of these ruins.”

“It's fiction, Hermione.“ I answered with a sigh. “I recognize this galaxy as a piece of old wizarding fiction. It's a space opera called Star Wars.” I lied. “We're in a galaxy that I read about as a child. Jedi, Wookies, Sith...” I trailed off. “All of it is fiction where we come from, Hermione.”

“And that makes these old ruins so important how, again?” Hermione crossed her arms. She took my words as gospel and believed every lie I fed her.

“It contains a piece of a map. The map is in five pieces. I considered this one the safest to reach. It was on an isolated planet with no colonists or trade.” I said. “I thought there was no risk of real danger here.”

“Well there is danger.” Hermione retorted. “What makes this map so special, anyway? How can it help us destroy the Goa'uld?”

I smiled suddenly as I felt a little bit of hope blossom. Hope of conquering the wizarding world and the galaxy it inhabited.

“It leads to a planet called Rakatan.” I said as I turned from Hermione to watch the battle in the distance. “In orbit around it's sun is the Star-forge.” I saw a great explosion blossom as the shield cut off momentarily. I watched as the last of the Separatist ships landed to disgorge the dreaded metal men.

“What is the Star-forge then?” Hermione asked quietly. “It sounds like a fancy blacksmith's shop.”

I snorted as I watched the blaster fire begin to reach a crescendo. Blue and red blaster bolts flew back and forth so heavily, that it looked like a giant purple light in the distance. “The Star-forge harnesses a sun's energy to build anything. Droids. Battleships. Weapons. Armor... anything”

Hermione looked shocked. “And you think the owners will just give it to us? A factory that can build anything?”

I looked back at Hermione. “There are no owners. It was destroyed. All memory of its location and existence was lost.” I admitted.

“Then what good will it do us? A destroyed factory orbiting a lost star?” Hermione looked at me with confusion. I could see a number of LAATs lift off and begin to fire it's turbo-lasers into the masses of tan, I assumed were droids.

“We're magical, Hermione.” I grinned. “Name one broken muggle artifact that can't be fixed with enough repairos? A few hundred shrinking charms later, and we can fit it in the Freedom.”

Hermione snorted herself. “I doubt it will be that easy.” She looked nervous. “Wouldn't it be less risky to go with our original plan? Learn the technology and magic of this galaxy before returning to our own?”

I shook my head. “We are risk takers Hermione.” I took my eyes off the battle unfolding to look into Hermione's eyes. “Would you rather go back to Earth with just the Freedom with a lot of new knowledge or a trillion strong droid army with a billion battleships and the Freedom and a lot of new knowledge?”

Hermione's eyes went wide. “When you put it that way...” She paused as she thought. “Lets do it.”

I smiled at her. “I'm glad you will face the risks with me.”

She smiled back. “I would have anyway, Draco.” Her face softened. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” I told the truth. I was not in love with her, but I would go insane without her. I loved her like you loved your dog. I loved my Hermione.

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It took two days of waiting on the Freedom before the number of clones dwindled into the low hundreds. Hermione and I watched as wave after endless wave of droids descended from three capital ships in orbit of the planet. I smoked a bunch of weed and worked on the new tunneling rune system with Hermione.

I started my own project after the first day. Some badly needed armor for protection against lasers and blasters. I started with a rabbit fur coat I had the house elves stitch together.

I put ten heat nullification enchantments on every separate square inch of the coat. I followed that up with ten times the standard and ancient quidditch padding enchantments on every rabbit pelt. Then, I added a newer enchantment that stopped high velocity objects like bullets and spears some muggles liked to use.

The heat nullification enchantment should handle the heat of plasma bolts and and lasers, while the 'high velocity stopper' should take the edge off blaster bolts and rocket shrapnel. The quidditch padding enchantments were for general toughness and for physical strikes.

It wasn't fancy, and it looked like a poorly made black fur coat with a hood, but it worked. And I had some pretty good entertainment as I worked.

Marla was kind enough to give amazing head under the worktable. She had to lay on her stomach to fit under the table as Hermione and I worked. Her tongue was long enough to wrap all the way around and tensile enough to... You know what I mean.

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I was very entertained.

“Draco, look!” Hermione shouted and pointed to the section of map on the far wall. “They are leaving!”

I pushed Marla away for a moment. “Not now, baby.” I told her. “We'll finish later.” I assured her.

“Later, Daddy.” Marla agreed as she rose from under the table and sashayed her fat ass out of the control room. Her teddy Wookie followed after her.

I studied the map on the wall. Mace Windu and a hundred surviving clones were escaping the planet's atmosphere in a few LAATs. They appeared to be heading towards a large battle brewing between a Victory Class Star Destroyer with an escort of a dozen B1 frigates and three Banking Clan Cruisers. The cruisers appeared to be backing off.

“It looks like we will be able to leave this planet soon.” I said, studying the battle once again unfolding in front of me. The Banking Clan cruisers were either unmanned or crewed by creatures so inhuman, they failed to show up on the map.

“We can leave as soon as I finish your furry armored coat.” I grinned over at Hermione. “I have no idea how many droids are left there, and we have no way of telling.”

Hermione raised an eyebrow. “Yes we do.”

I raised an eyebrow myself “Hows that?”

“One!” She yelled loud enough to echo through the house.

“Yes, madam?” One asked as he climbed out from under the table. I thought about the mouth that was recently on me and shuddered at the thought of One's creepy ass being anywhere near my...

'Think happy thoughts' I told myself

“Can you go check that that battlefield we ran from a couple of days ago and see how many droids are still functioning?” Hermione asked. “Dismantle them if there are only a few.”

One nodded and bowed “Yes, madam.” He pulled his knife-sword from it's sheath and shuddered in pleasure. He popped away with a dark grin. For some reason, I suspected that there were going to be no droids left by the time One returned, no matter the 'few' he killed.

Hermione turned to face me. “You need to use the elves more often. I find them very helpful for a variety of tasks.” She said in matter-of-fact tone. I think I had turned her Bi-polar. My fucking with her memories seems to have truly fucked with her mental health.

Maybe I shouldn't use techniques learned from Voldemort on her anymore...

“I'll keep that in mind.” I told her before going back to work on Hermione's white furred coat. I wanted to be ready for whatever was in the Rakatan ruins. I knew there were going to be at least a couple of battle droids if I repaired the entire building. Ancient and deadly battle droids, powered by the dark side of the force. I shivered at the thought of an army of sentient droids powered by dark magic taking over the earth.

Within another couple of hours, One returned. “The planet be clear of working metal men, Sir.” I nodded and stopped working for a moment. “Thank you, One.” I waved a hand at him dismissively. “Thats all for now. I'll need you again in another hour or so. Go take a break.”

One grinned a wicked grin, showing off his crooked teeth, before he popped away.

I finished Hermione's white furred hooded coat within the hour. “It looks beautiful, Draco.” Hermione slipped on the coat over her robes. “I'll treasure it, always.”

I snorted. “Its a hack job, Hermione, and you know it.” I said with a grin. “We'll get better materials to work with next time.” I promised “Maybe some enchanted aluminum would look nice?”

Hermione smiled. “I hope there are no more surprises on this planet.”

I slapped my forehead. “You just jinxed us!” I exclaimed.

Hermione smiled. She created two portkeys out of golden rings. “These are set to take us back to the Freedom, if we tap them with our wands.”

“I say we remember to apperate next time theres an emergency.” I suggested

“I'm not so good with apperating, Draco.” Hermione disagreed. “I might end up splinching myself, and then where would we be?” She asked rhetorically. “Are you ready to go?” She inquired.

I thought about it for a moment. “No, One more thing.”

I made my way up to my room and dug around in my drawer of wonders once more. I finally found my pack of 'special' gummy bears. By special, I mean it has two hits of LSD on it. I put it on my tongue to dissolve slowly. I grimaced at the flavor. A mix of rusty nails and Tylenol.

I walked back down stairs into the basement and turned to Hermione. “Let this dissolve on your tongue.” I handed her a yellow gummy bear.

“What is it?” Hermione asked as she put it on her tongue.

“Power booster.” I half lied. “And a really good time.” I added, telling the whole truth.

She shrugged. “Are we ready now?”

I shook my head once more. “One” I called.

He rolled out from under the worktable on the far side of the room.

“Here, sir.”

“Get all four fire-teams ready to rumble and meet us down at the ruins.” I ordered.

Two popped into the room. “We already be ready and waiting, sir.” She prompted

I shrugged and nodded. “Follow after us then.”

Hermione held out a length of rope for me to grab. I took hold, tightly. Hermione tapped it with her wand. I felt a pulling sensation in my stomach as the world disappeared in swirls of color. Less than a second later, We were standing on a deserted battlefield.

Flies buzzed everywhere, feasting on the dead clones left to rot. Broken droids lied piled up everywhere. They were piled into barricades in some places. The square fortress was half melted and scorched black on three sides.

The dim twilight hour made it a very creepy scene. I had to stop myself from giving a shudder of revulsion at the horror of the scene around me. Corpses littered the landscape. Some clones had heads missing. Others had their helmets missing. I could see the expressions of agony on a few of the clone's faces. Maggots crawled out of one's mouth as I tripped over the body.

The alert siren still wailed loudly.

I fired off a silencing charm at the offending speaker mounted on the side of the fortress. It was quieted instantly. I began to walk around the rubble, inspecting it as The elves began to pop in. The rubble had ancient looking carved stones sticking out of it. It appeared that the entrance to the ruins may be intact under all the rubble.

“Start clearing away all this dirt.” I told One.

The elves all snapped their fingers at once. The rocks and dirt blocking the entrance vanished. It looked almost exactly like the entrance to the ruins in the game. I approached the door. It didn't open automatically, unlike the game.

“Alohamora.” I jabbed my wand at the door. I could hear gears turning and locks clicking as the door slowly slid upwards and open. It was pitch black inside. The twilight had faded to a moonless night. I could see countless stars in the sky.

“Lumos.” I pointed my wand at the opened door. Light shined inside. There were ancient driod parts laying the ground in the entrance. I pointed my wand deeper into the chamber. There was another door deeper inside.

I snapped my fingers on my right hand, and blueball flames lit the room from all four corners. I descended down the ramp leading to the door. The door slammed behind the elves as they followed us in.

“Hoods up, Hermione.” I reminded her. “You don't want to be shot in the back of the head.”

Like the outer door, the inner door, did not open automatically.

“Alohamora.” I cast once more. No affect. “Back up, Hermione.” I smiled at her. “I'm going to blast the door to pieces.”

Hermione chuckled “You back up, I want to have some fun too.”

I shrugged and threw up a protego shield to block debris from cutting into my elves. I turned around to let the back of my hood face the door as Hermione started to cast the exploding hex.

“Reducto.” There was a whooshing sound as the spell flew out of her wand. No explosion. Hermione cast again, to no affect.

“It's not working, Draco.” Hermione complained. “I wanted to blow something up.”

“Try the bombardment curse.” I suggested.

“Good idea.” She agreed.

“Bombarda!” Hermione literally shouted. I heard a dull thumping sound as the spell collided with the door.

“What the fuck is wrong with this fucking door!” Hermione was pissed. “Bombarda!”

I turned back around to watch the door absorb the spell with no effects. There was one last thing to try.

“Let my try something, Hermione.” I suggested. “I have an idea.”

She huffed and moved aside. I pointed my wand at the door and imagined Charl's father and Voldemort lapping at Marla's pussy while she squealed in joy. I was royally pissed instantly. I wanted to cause them pain. Intense, unending pain.

“Crucio.” I hissed in a quiet voice. Red arcing electric light lit up the chamber as I channeled my hatred and intense anger into the spell. I heard the door begin clicking and opening itself up. I cut off the spell as the door opened.

Rakatan technology ran off of what I assume was darkside energy. It's batteries had simply run dry after a 30 thousand years with nothing to sustain it. I took it to the next logical conclusion and charged it with pure hatred and anger.

I flicked my wand, and The blueball flames swirled into the next chamber. Hermione pointed her wand as she noticed a droid moving towards us.

“Reduc-” I slapped her hand down to stop her from finishing the hex.

“No, Hermione.” I gestured at the droid. It had legs resembling a spider's with a cone shaped torso. “It's not here to hurt us.”

As I spoke, the droid began to speak back in a wide variety of languages. I made as close to a Wookie's cry of greeting as I could. It began to speak in an ancient dialect the Wookie language, yet I could still understand it.

“You are not of a slave species. You are of the species of the ones who came before you.”

I transformed into a Yeti so that I could enunciate more clearly. “Yes. We are like the ones who came before.”

It began to walk back to the center of the room. It's legs making little clicking noises on the ancient stone floor as it walked. “I am the Overseer. Do you seek information of the Star-forge, like the others?”

“Yes.” I roared again. “I must prove myself worthy in these two doors, Am I right?” I pointed to the doors to my left and right. “Then I will be able to receive the information on the Star-forge?”

“Yes.” The droid replied. “Prove yourself worthy, and the temple's defenses will not destroy you.” It spoke. “Prove yourself worthy, and the door behind me will open, allowing you to receive the information.”

I nodded to myself and turned back into my human form. “Did you understand that?” I questioned Hermione. “Through that door, there are two powerful battle droids that need to be destroyed.” I pointed to the left.

“I didn't really believe it until now.” Hermione said quietly. “I thought you were mistaken, but this is too specific a place and it spoke of the Star-forge before you did.” She whispered more to herself than anyone. The acid was making her introspective. A bad sign. “I believe you now. You really do know about this galaxy.”

I took that as a yes. She had understood the conversation. “Focus Hermione. You don't want one of these droids shooting you in the face with a carbonite projector.” I said. “They are both armed with repeating blaster rifles. One has a flame thrower, and the other has a carbonite projector.”

Hermione looked nervous. “What the hell is a carbonite projector?”

“It's cold enough to freeze you solid in seconds while the repeater burns you to cinders.” I answered.

“If its so dangerous, lets let the elves do it.” Hermione said. “No need to risk ourselves when we have them.” She gestured to the nodding form of One.

I opened my mouth to argue before I stopped. That was why I had the elves wasn't it. Thats why I had them watch so many horror and war movies. To make them want to kill.

“I will enjoy ripping the metal men apart, piece by piece, sir.” One stated in an excited tone. The others nodded eagerly behind him.

I shrugged. “Alright then.” I put up a shield in front of Hermione and I as we moved closer to the door.

The elves split up into their four little five elf fire-teams and stood behind Hermione and I. “The door should open as soon as you are close enough.” I said. “Go ahead and kill the droids as fast as you can.”

“As fast as we can.” One repeated dryly. “Sir, you not be letting us have any fun.”

I glared down at the little elf. “Have fun when we are doing something fun, like hunting Wookies through the shadow-lands or hunting gangsters in back alleys.” I glared even more as I scowled “Now is not the time for fun. We will have fun on our next planet.”

One pouted like a spoiled child. “Yes, sir.”

Alpha team followed the little elf to the door. It opened with a whoosh as they approached. Flames jutted through the door's opening as soon as the doors opened. All the elves vanished with a pop. The flames penetrated my shield like a hot knife through butter. I felt the heat before the flames hit the enchantments on our fur coats. The heat vanished as the flames washed over us like a gentle breeze.

There were squealing and snapping sounds as metal twisted and broke. The flames cut off suddenly, and I could see into the room. The elves were gathered around the twisted, sparking, and smoking remains of two droids. Their ears drooped as their sadness showed on their faces.

“This was too easy, sir.” One said in a depressed tone of voice. “We be getting very, very bored.”

“I'll make sure to give you plenty of killing action the next planet we come to.” I said. “Flesh and blood beings next time, not droids.” The elves' ears perked up. They looked at each other with excitement.

“I look forward to it. When might we be leaving this planet, sir?” Two inquired.

“Today, as soon as we are finished here.”

The elves cheered.