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Chapter 1
Synopsis: A renegade Jedi has a Force vision of a pair of powerful Force-sensitives. This sets in motion events that will see the rise of a new order. An action that will have profound effects on the future of many worlds. 2026 Edit.
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Authors Note: As always, I take canon and play with it to suit my twisted imaginings. To set the stage the events in the prologue take place during OOTP and 3 years before the events of the Clone Wars (about 26 BBY in Star Wars Canon-verse) and about 7 years after the events of Star Wars: The Phantom Menace (33 BBY).
Earth is in uncharted space, far from the known regions of space occupied by the Republic…
Chapter 1 – Prologue
Talia Tal-Shin no longer considered herself a Jedi, nor did she consider herself a grey Jedi or a Sith.
No, what she was now was an instrument of prophecy. Decades ago, she had received a gift from the Force. A vision that foretold the rise of a new order of Force users. So, she had left her fellow Jedi with their restrictive rules following what she believed to be the will of the Force.
Before leaving the Order, she had been considered a gifted Jedi by her peers and instructors. She excelled in her duties, and many considered her a Jedi to watch.
She also had a profound, seemingly natural understanding of science and engineering. Somewhat amusingly it was not an area of expertise that the Jedi Council had recognised or placed any value on. Yet it was this understanding of engineering combined with being open to the will of the Force that was the foundation for the knowledge, skills and training that she had undertaking after leaving the order.
Even with the Force to guide her, it had taken her years to assemble the knowledge and materials to bring about the situation the prophecy demanded. The Force had needed a place to birth its new order, so she had built it. The Force needed certain obscure, dangerous technologies so she had acquired them. Now she travelled far beyond even the outer rim, territory the Republic knew nothing of. A smile crossed her beautiful face as she studied the unknown yet foreseen planet below, the birthplace of her chosen ones.
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Earth – Ministry of Magic
Harry Potter cursed as he ducked into yet another shadowed corridor, this one barred by a heavy wooden door. His desperate plan to rescue Sirius was rapidly falling apart. Since the clash in the Hall of Prophecy, he and his friends had been locked in a relentless running battle against Voldemort’s followers. One by one, his companions had been scattered in the chaos, until only a bloodied Luna remained at his side. Together, they had somehow managed to overcome half a dozen seasoned wizards. Harry could only hope the others were faring as well but deep down, he was beginning to realise the truth: without help, they were going to lose.
"Harry," whispered Luna as she pointed down the corridor they had just left. The sound of running feet followed by a flash of green light drew a bleak picture of what lay back the way they had come.
He hesitated, trying to find options before giving up. Trying to keep quiet, he gestured toward the door. Luna nodded and he tried the door. It was locked, so he cast the unlocking charm and tried the door again, it was still locked.
He was about to blast it with an explosive hex when Luna was slammed against the door with bone-crushing force before he could even turn his world exploded.
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Lucius Malfoy cursed as he watched Bellatrix curse the Lovegood girl and then Potter.
Pale-faced and snarling he turned to the smirking witch beside him, "What are you playing at Bella? The master wanted Potter alive and we'll both pay if the prophecy is destroyed."
Bellatrix cackled as she watched Potter's blood begin to pool around him, kneeling she began to search through his pockets. She could hear Lucius muttering behind her, but she ignored it as she searched for the glass prophecy sphere. Not finding it, she cursed and searched the dying girl beside Potter, still nothing.
"Damn it," with a wave of her wand she cast one of the few healing spells she knew. It would not heal them but would slow their bleeding and keep them alive long enough to be questioned by the Dark Lord.
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In the Atrium of the Ministry of Magic, Lord Voldemort stood glaring furiously at Lucius and Bellatrix as they deposited their captives at his feet.
"I told you I wanted the prophecy and a living Potter," the Dark Lord's voice was quiet, but none of his servants mistook it as anything other than barely controlled fury.
Lucius flicked his eyes toward Bellatrix as the witch knelt before her master, "My Lord, Potter still lives. He and his little friends were…troublesome so Bellat…"
"Crucio," the Dark Lord held Lucius under the pain curse nearly a minute before relenting.
As Lucius finished writhing in agony, Voldemort turned to Bellatrix. "Remove your spell and guard me as I search his mind."
Voldemort quickly entered the dying mind of the teen and quickly found what he was after. So, the prophecy was destroyed as Potter fled the Department of Mysteries. No matter, the fool had been stupid enough to watch it.
As he watched the memory of the prophecy, he had to stop himself from showing amusement. This piece of dying meat was supposed to defeat him. This boy was Dumbledore's great hope? The old man must be insane. With little regard to his watching followers, he gave in to his impulse and threw back his head and laughed.
With a cruel smile at the dying boy, he raised his wand. "Nothing can stop me now Dumbledore."
"I beg to differ," was the unexpected reply.
Whipping around in surprise he found a young-looking woman standing behind him, close enough to touch. She was slim with an oval-shaped face and long, brunette hair pulled back into a ponytail. He immediately raised his wand to kill the newcomer and then time stood still.
In one fluid movement, the young woman spun left, and a strange beam of light appeared in her hand. Before he could react, she continued her spin and struck, severing his wand hand before dancing away.
Voldemort looked down at his severed hand, still clutching his wand and made to reach for it just as his emergency portkey activated.
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Talia palmed her lightsaber and then dropped her Force bubble and appeared behind the force user, "I beg to differ."
The Force user was absolutely cloaked in the darker side of the Force, so she was prepared for an attack and predictably it raised a weapon to her. With her trained reflexes, she spun away from him and ignited her lightsaber. It was a simple task to continue the spin and disarm the darksider. Powerful he may have been, but his close combat reflexes were terrible.
Almost immediately, the surrounding lackeys raised their Force foci, forcing Talia to deflect a barrage of attacks. She spun her lightsaber in a precise defensive pattern, turning aside each strike as she assessed their formation. Their movements betrayed a striking lack of combat awareness; they relied almost entirely on their peculiar Force-based assaults…an odd tactic, and one doomed to fail. With a sudden surge of speed, Talia pressed forward and launched her counterattack.
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Albus Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix apparated to the Ministry atrium and froze in shock at the strange one-sided battle before them.
A single figure, wielding what looked like a glowing blue sword was engaging a half-dozen Death Eaters. As they watched the figure, a young woman he saw, deflected a spell with a sweep of her glowing sword before decapitating the spell caster and spinning away from a volley of spells.
His interest in the spectacle waned as he spotted Harry Potter and Luna Lovegood slumped motionless in the middle of the floor. He felt a moment of fear, the prophecy, his plans, they couldn’t fail, "Dear Merlin, no."
With a curse, he directed his people in to battle. The Death Eaters reacted to his arrival with a barrage of spells. He was a skilled duellist and a powerful wizard despite his years. With a twist of his wand, he deflecting a curse thrown his way and began fighting his way to where Harry and Luna lay together amidst their pooling blood.
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Talia caught sight of the newcomers; their auras radiated authority…local enforcers, no doubt. The Force sung aiding her in anticipating the strike before it came, she pivoted, shielding herself with a flicker of power, then turned back to the two wounded souls she had crossed half a galaxy to find.
Before anyone could intervene, her will surged. A shimmering Force bubble enveloped them, lifting their bodies effortlessly into the air. Cloaked by her Force manipulation, she moved with calm precision, ascending toward the exit as if the chaos behind her were nothing more than a distant storm.
A few paces away, the white-bearded figure scanned the chamber, bewildered by her sudden absence. Talia’s brow arched in surprise as his senses stretched outward—something akin to Force perception. Dangerous. She couldn’t allow interference. With a decisive gesture, the Force roared to life, hurling him across the room like a rag doll. Without a backward glance, she pressed on, her path clear and her resolve unbroken.
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Albus watched as the single cloaked figure moved toward Harry and Luna and then abruptly disappeared. Shocked, he quickly cast detection and then cancellation spells. It took a moment, but his spells detected three magical beings moving toward the exit. Unfortunately, before he could raise his wand, a spell struck him and threw him halfway across the room where he collided with the last upright Death Eater, knocking both himself and Bellatrix Lestrange unconscious.
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Talia working in concert with her medical droid, MK-67, to quickly prepare and then immerse both critically injured teenagers in Bacta tanks. Once that was achieved, she sat, closed her eyes and meditated awaiting the droid’s diagnosis.
MK-67 worked methodically to complete his diagnostic scans and once satisfied prepared to report to his owner. Despite the distraction, it continued its work on the two patients. "Mistress, both subjects are suffering from severe trauma. I would calculate a nine percent chance of a full recovery."
Talia sighed and then nodded, "As I expected then. MK, please begin the cloning process. Use the Khalodian memory crystal to map out what you can of their memories and thought patterns."
"Of course, Mistress, I shall begin the procedures immediately."
On her way out she turned to look for a moment at the two figures suspended in the tanks before turning and walking from the medical bay. Despite her concern for them, she had other vital things to take care of.
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To all those watching, Albus Dumbledore seemed a shadow of his former self. His face drawn, his eyes heavy with sorrow—as he rose to address the gathered members of the Order of the Phoenix.
"My friends," he began, his voice low and grave, "I fear the news is… dire. Last night, Harry Potter was deceived into believing that Sirius Black was imprisoned in the Hall of Prophecies by the Dark Lord. Unable to reach Sirius, Harry chose to attempt the rescue himself. He was not alone…"
As Dumbledore recounted the events of the previous night, a chill settled over the room. A sense of dread crept into every heart. With Potter gone and perhaps lost forever, the Order’s hopes rested more than ever on their leader. Yet in that moment, Dumbledore looked not like the indomitable wizard they had always known, but like an old, broken man.
Within the fortress of his own mind, Dumbledore remained unbroken. Even as years of careful design began to unravel, his resolve did not falter. This was but a fracture in the grand design…a setback in his relentless quest to end the shadow cast by Tom. Yet, in the quiet depths of his thought, a whisper stirred: perhaps there were other paths.
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As soon as Talia reached the flight deck of her ship, she began the pre-flight checks. Once they were completed, she lifted off and set her course for Trallax 3. It was the work of moments to enter the pre-prepared coordinates for the first of many hyperspace jumps, each designed to disguise her course. It would also make backtracking her journey to the Outer Rim somewhere between difficult and impossible. Both her mission and her cargo were far too precious to take any risks, no matter how long the odds against detection.