So you're probably asking, "what is this?" Well it's my first three-way crossover between Star Wars, Mass Effect, and Harry Potter. Well specifically for the first one is primarily the Old Republic/KOTOR timeline. This is primarily because this story is HEAVILY inspired by the ending of the story by Darth Marrs "Broken Chains" (id: 7718942), note that I said inspired there. This is because in that story Harry is sent to the Imperial era just before the Rebellion takes foot and returns. I won't say more about the story because it's that damn good, seriously go check it out after reading this I mean I did provide the ID of the story for you. And he also just released a sequel so go check that out too. The other story that this idea is based off of is "To Break Thy Chains and Cycles" by WiseSilver (id: 9389599).

Before you list this as a clone or even a plagiarized work, that is not my intent. Yes, it will share SOME events, but only in the broadest sense. The rest will be original "PhillyCh3zSt3ak" ideas and plot points. This is the reason why I mention both of these stories now rather than later. This just prevents so much confusion that is so easily avoided ahead of time. Plus, replying to people that accuse me of plagiarism and asking if I got some idea from another person just gets annoying after a while. Don't get me wrong, I love talking with my readers but responding to the same question over and over again just gets annoying, and if Vaas from Far Cry 3 has taught me anything, that's the definition of insanity. That being said I've got some stuff listed below.

Emperor!Gray Force User!MOD!Harry – After Harry's return, he eventually becomes the head of his own empire, will be explained more in the story itself. In many of my SW-centric fics I usually don't do a Dark Side character because that's not me, so in this fic, Harry will be a character similar in philosophy to Revan post-Light Side ending of KOTOR.

Mandalorian!Society – This was one of the ways to make this story stand out from the other one that I got the idea from in the first place.

Disclaimer: I only own my laptop and my copy of MS Word. References to events or technologies from Star Wars: The Old Republic (or KOTOR) belongs to EA and Bioware (and Disney by extension for the ownership of Star Wars). Technologies from Star Wars belong to Disney. Mass Effect belongs also to EA and Bioware. And finally, Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling, the Warner Brothers, and Scholastic Books. I am not making a single penny from this fic, though it would help with my bottom line and would allow me to do this for a living rather than actually working.

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"Talking."

'Thought.'

[ Optional music for ambiance ]

"Past dialogue."

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New London, New Mandalore (formerly Earth). Imperial Academy. March 2150.

New London, the heart of the Empire. Three buildings dominated the city's skyline of the supercity as both speeders and ground vehicles roamed: The Imperial Senate, the Imperial Academy, and the Emperor's palace. The Emperor's palace is a massive ziggurat-like complex that housed not only the Emperor himself, but his staffers, guards, elite military personnel ready to deploy on his command, and his Hands. While the first three can be easily explained just by their positions, the Hands, on the other hand, were persons strong in the Force that answered to him and him alone and were given the authority to be his voice and act on his behalf. They were trained from a young age but started their service in their late teens; when their usefulness was at an end they were retired and a younger Hand would take their place.

The Imperial Senate building was a massive hub able to hold several thousand people in attendance as well as two senators from each world they represented that their world nominated. While only the lower area was used, the Emperor commanded the builders to make it much larger to later accommodate more representatives in the future, after all, the Empire was constantly expanding to more worlds. It also helped when the descendants of cloned sentient species that brought them back from extinction also added to the Empire and its citizens.

Finally, there was the Imperial Academy. It was designed intentionally as two separate institutions, one mundane and one for users of the Force. Regardless of which side a student was assigned to, the instructors were the finest in all the Empire. Everyone on the mundane side were children of officers in the Navy, children of Mandalorian warriors personally recognized by the Emperor himself for their valiant service, and children of politicians. There was a very strict selection process that involved tests of intelligence and resourcefulness to think outside the box when presented with a problem they were unprepared for entirely. The other side was mainly comprised of those of various levels of Force sensitivity from the weak to frighteningly strong. While the mundane school had registrars and testers that made sure only the best made it into the Academy, only the Force division was hand selected by either the Emperor or his Hands. No one except for him and his Hands knew how or why sometimes he would allow someone who could be considered a backwater hick in over someone from a prestigious family, however no one dared question the Emperor for fear of death or being assigned a posting at the edge of the Empire where the only creature comforts were a shower once a week.

Today was a special day for one of the students in the Force-sensitive section, today in their history course they were presenting their midterm project on significant historical events. "Ms. Ashford, are you ready to present?" the instructor asked the ten-year-old girl.

The girl, a redhead, was dressed in the Academy's girls uniform of a navy blue jacket that had the insignia of the Empire on the left breast pocket, white button-up blouse, modest matching checkered skirt, white thigh high socks and black dress shoes; after all the Emperor wanted those who represented his Academy to be proper and set aside in appearance from other schools. She stood up after adjusting her ponytailed hair slightly, and walked with her datapad in hand to the front of the classroom.

The lights dimmed and the blinds covered the windows as she swiped to the right on her device. In the darkened room the hologram of the Emperor himself appeared on the holoprojector. "For my history report I decided to do it on the Rise of the Empire," she stated with a nervous demeanor that you would have to look closely to see. The Emperor in the image was dressed in his elegant, black robes he wore in Senate sessions or walking around in public. The cowl covered his mask hidden face that added a shadow that rendered most in his presence in awe. "The Emperor first left our planet May of 1996 during a raid on the then British Ministry of Magic to recover intelligence on the pseudo-Sith Voldemort. Before he or his allies could use this information he was blasted into an ancient artifact called the Veil of Death primarily because of its usage as a form of execution prior to the Dementor's Kiss, which was the reigning form of corporal punishment at the time. However, this supposed execution method was a conduit for a one-way wormhole that linked our planet to another inside another galaxy. For three years while the primitive Force users of the time tried to subjugate the mass population of non-Force users the Emperor apprenticed under the Sith Lord Vitiate.

"After the Sith Lord Vitiate was destroyed by the Gray Jedi Revan, who rejoined the Force once his body and soul rejoined, he scoured knowledge stored away in both the Jedi Temple and Sith tombs of Korriban on how to return to our home. Knowing that he would be heading into a fight he brought the first of the Order of the Imperial Knights as well as many Mandalorians he could hire to fight for him. Gathering those the Sith and Jedi didn't want because of beliefs for his new Order and his hired Mandalorians, he retrofitted a Harrower-class dreadnought with old runic carvings along the hull of ancient Sith origin, he returned to our world to see it embroiled in war. The secretive, primitive Force users aligned with Voldemort had attempted to take over the world. They had nearly succeeded if it weren't for contingencies created that dictated succession of power; however, for most of the upper echelons of the military they all held uneasy alliances with each other since their elected leaders and their Cabinets were taken out in the initial strikes Voldemort's Death Eater forces initiated.

"On December 31, 1999, mere seconds to midnight of the new millennium, the Emperor slayed Voldemort and his followers during a ritual that would have killed everyone on the planet since they were considered 'undesirable' in exchange for virtually unlimited power and eternal life for their Master. While Voldemort was killed as well as his inner circle, some managed to escape. The Emperor, seen as a hero and savior of the human race, took control of the planet. This was the birth of the Infinite Empire.

"For the next five years he brought the rest of the stubborner contingencied government leaders under his command. While the normal populace was readily brought to the Emperor's side, the stauncher Force users were a different story. You see, there were three groups at the time of Voldemort's death, one that supported the Emperor and two that were against him: those that welcomed his rule, the Order of the Phoenix, and the Death Eaters. Those that wanted peace and order stood with the Emperor as he was the only one with enough power to control both the Force users and the rest of the planet and keep it from falling into anarchy; a mass majority of civilians, veterans, and those at the time called muggleborns and half-bloods made up this group.

"The Order of the Phoenix was originally created by Albus Dumbledore to combat the dark wizard Grindelwald, the magical ally of Hitler, during the Second World War in the mid-1940's. It continued to see use until the end of the war where it was shut down. It wouldn't see reactivation until the 1970's when Voldemort rose to power with his Death Eaters. They again went underground after November of 1981 when the spirit of Voldemort was kept alive through an evil ritual which saw his soul placed in containers to keep him anchored to this realm, though most of the world thought him dead. One of the largest criticisms made by historians is that the group was extremely ineffective as a counter-terror force for a reason that I'll mention next. They again resurfaced in late 1996 when our Emperor disappeared as the defense against Death Eaters, this time with those of teens added to their ranks, in defense. As I mentioned before the Order was extremely ineffective due to their philosophy pressed upon them by their leader, Albus Dumbledore, of capturing and imprisoning their enemies to 'redeem' them and give them a second chance." Many of the children sneered at that philosophy. "So while their enemies used abilities, called spells, to kill and maim members of the Order, the Order used non-lethal spells to knock them out, which would lead to more problems once their once knocked out enemies were awakened by their Death Eater allies. Historians comment and criticize that if the Order terminated Death Eaters during his initial rise, then Voldemort wouldn't have been resurrected in the first place. Once Voldemort had been terminated once and for all, the Order and most of their members save for a few, attempted to arrest and imprison the Emperor just because he killed a magical terrorist that had many Pureblood followers that the Emperor and his Knights killed during the attempted ritual. This arrest was sponsored by the fractured British Ministry of Magic's new Minister, Delores Umbridge. The ones that tried to arrest him were swiftly killed by the Mandalorian warriors who were currently with him. He then marched on the newly exposed Ministry building and terminated all who stood against him, but spared those who let him and his warriors through. In the end even the great Albus too-many-names Dumbledore fell at the hand of the Emperor and the so-called Minister was vented into space out of the dreadnought's air lock in magic suppressant shackles that they intended for him. Some say that there are still a few of the descendants of the Order members are out on a colony on the edge of the Empire conspiring to make an attempt on his life.

"The other faction that openly opposed him were the followers of the deceased Voldemort, the Death Eaters. These wastes of life believed they were more powerful than our Emperor and his forces. In early 2007 they attempted to kill him in his newly constructed palace penthouse, to which the superstructure of the rest of the palace had already been started to be constructed. They gathered as many of their followers as they could and mounted an assault on the partially constructed structure. While they were able to prevent the Emperor from using the Force through their magics, it did not matter as the Emperor cut them down one by one with his lightsabers. It is said that a few did escape by not attending the assault and they too look for an opportunity to strike at the Emperor once more.

"In 2008 humanity turned their sight to the stars. The first terraforming platforms were delivered by the Emperor's flagship in the orbits of Mars, Venus, and Ganymede. While habitable zones were created for settlement by colonists hundreds of thousands of probe droids were sent out to find habitable and resource filled planets to explore and claim as ours for the Empire," the girl then concluded her report, to which her classmates clapped politely.

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[ Emperor's Throne Room(Emperor's Theme), John Williams]

Imperial Palace, New Mandalore. 2010.

The Emperor stood looking out of the massive window that looked out over New London and his growing empire. Conquering the planet was an easy task in the grand scheme of things, after all the populace saw him as the hero that stopped a genocidal maniac; it made sense why Dwight D. Eisenhower became president shortly after the Second World War, people love heroes. Cars and other wheeled vehicles roamed the streets below, a few speeders owned upper echelons of society (though in less than ten years everyone would be able to afford them) flew in the newly designated skylanes, and a few fighters screamed by with their twin ion engines.

The door leading to the main hallway hissed open and the lighter footsteps of lightly armored female walked into the room then stopped at the bottom of the small staircase that leads to the window and subsequent high-backed throne. She knelt on one knee, waiting.

"What is thy bidding, my master?" she asked, her eyes downward.

The Emperor turned around and walked slowly towards her, walking down the stairs. "Rise, my friend," he said, gesturing for her to stand up. She noticed that his voice wasn't distorted by the mask he always wore. "Come." He led her to the center of his private audience chamber and used the Force to flick a switch, dimming the lights and lowering the blinds over the massive window. He tapped a few buttons on his gauntlet and above them was a map of the galaxy, dots of blue marked systems under control of his Empire. "The Office of Naval Intelligence has recently gained telemetry from probe droids sent deeper into this region," he tapped another button which highlighted and outlined the entire region in red. "Out of the forty total systems probes were sent into, thirty-nine of them came back with no intelligent life in them, it turns out we aren't the only sentient species in this galaxy."

"My lord, what do you mean exactly?" the woman asked.

"I am excluding the non-human species that accompanied me here. I mean a species native to this galaxy with the promise of more if estimations are correct."

"Estimations?"

He pressed a few more buttons on his gauntlet and the hologram zoomed in to the local star cluster. "Ten light years out the Quickfire-class corvette in charge of relaying signals and data retrieval picked up distress signals originating from a planet called Rakhana. Further investigation revealed that they were pleading for help from a species and civilization called the hanar. According to records that the Intelligence team was able to slice from their servers, about ten years ago they were approached by a space-faring species called hanar that took three hundred and seventy-five thousand of their people that promised to send more help for their species, it's been a decade and these hanar have not kept their promise leaving close to ten billion beings to die 'landlocked', stranded on their dying planet."

"Genocide," the woman morosely stated. "And you wish to help them?"

He nodded, though one unfamiliar with the Emperor's body language would've had look closer than the woman would've had to. "Yes, though provisionally. This is where your family's diplomatic skills come into play."

"And what do you wish for me to negotiate with them?" she asked for clarification, though she could guess the answer already.

"Their integration into my Empire. They are a species on the brink of extinction; their food supplies are running lower each day forcing rationing on their people and hunger runs rampant, inflation has made even those who had respectable jobs are in the same situation that the average Joes of their society started off with, and they know that unless those hanar come back they'll die slowly. In this instance we have all the cards. Offer that in return for joining the Empire we will supply them with the means to produce their own food and to join or start new colony worlds for the Empire. I also wish to establish a shipyard in orbit to take advantage of the asteroid belt around the system."

"And should they refuse?"

"Offer vengeance on the hanar that abandoned them, by joining us they will have a chance when the time comes."

"And will that time come, Master?"

"Time is an ever flowing river where every event is plausible." He turned off the hologram and the lights and shades allowed light into the room once more. "Take the Victory-class destroyer Marilyn's Shield."

"It will be done, my master," she bowed.

"And Daphne," the Emperor called as she turned to leave. "Do be sure to bring yourself back in once piece, I'd hate to lose one of my best Hands."

"As long as you don't disappear again like you did through the Veil, Potter," the blonde formerly known as the 'Ice Queen of Slytherin' playfully snarked back as the blast doors hissed open.

She left and the doors closed behind her. "You are letting her become too flippant," a woman stated as she walked out of the shadows holding a datapad, tapping away on some application with her stylus.

"Cassandra, I've explained this to you once before," he turned to see the fair skinned, raven-haired former Jedi, "when she swore her allegiance to me as my Hand she did so using a Wizard's Oath. She is incapable of disobeying anything contained within the oath she swore."

"So like a slave?" she queried carefully.

"No. She is free to retire from her position at any time, like everyone in my employ, however as my Hands embark on classified missions, details they've sworn to take to their graves along with any secrets they learn that they are not allowed to disclose without my permission." He saw the doubt in her eyes, he didn't even need the Force to see that. "How long have you known me?"

"Several years," she replied, looking up from her datapad.

He stood up, walking slowly to her, gently grabbing her chin and tilted it so they looked eye-to-eye. "And how many times could I have taken advantage of you, an enslaved Jedi, after Vitiate's men captured you and gave you to me as a slave to do as I wished?" he asked.

"Too many to count."

"And did I?"

"No, you didn't."

"And could I have?"

"You were within your rights to do so."

"And yet I didn't, and why?" he took a few steps away from the woman, his back turned to her. "Because I saw potential in you."

"From what I remember you needed an ally you could trust."

"That too, my old friend. That too," he said he stood in front of the window that looked out upon his city, remembering both the good and bad under his tutelage with the Sith and his 'employment', for the better lack of a word, with Vitiate.

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Rakhana, edge of the planet's scanning range. Two days later.

A single Victory-class destroyer dropped out of hyperspace just behind the planet's moon. Hours earlier the same destroyer met up with the frigate that forwarded the probe's data back to New Mandalore to get an updated situation report. This yielded data assimilation of the drell language into vocal translators. Prior to this the only concrete data were bids that were sliced out of the archive servers and a repeating message they insinuated an SOS signal; the former showed news reports of the jellyfish species taking under a half million of the drell away in colony ships and angry crowds later when the promised ships for the rest of them never came, it was only with a Rosetta stone-like program that translated their language into English and from there to Mando'a that a broader picture was formed. The planet, once inhabited by eleven billion people, had been culled by their own people to close to half of their population.

'This will work out swimmingly for us,' Daphne Greengrass, Hand of the Emperor, thought to herself as she looked through numerous intelligence reports on the terminal she was borrowing from a crew member in the crew pit. There technically wasn't a standard operating procedure on how to approach a civilization that existed in this galaxy, so they would be winging it to an extent. They would approach the planet from the moon at full sublight speeds and establish themselves in a high orbit, high enough that even someone with a hobbyist's telescope could see them but far enough to shoot down any munitions shot at them. They would then broadcast an audio/visual transmission formatted for two-dimensional screens, give words of greeting and peaceful intentions, and request a meeting with whoever was in charge, despite the chaos reigning below. If all went well they would add another system and species to the Empire.

"My Lady, we will be in position shortly," said the captain of Marilyn's Shield from the upper area of the crew pit with a Gaelic accent.

She turned to see the redheaded woman roughly the same age as her standing at attention, waiting for her response. "Good, captain. Have a shuttle and fighter escort prepared to disembark."

"It's already been done, my Lady."

"Excellent," Daphne replied, pleased with the foresighted captain. She rose from the station, allowing the officer she commandeered it from to return to his duties, and stood to look out the forward viewport to see the planet growing closer. One thing she initially noticed was the highly industrialized structure of the planet that reminded her of the images shown to her of Taris after Malak had orbitally bombarded the city-wide planet to try and kill his former master, Revan. It was sad and slightly depressing after all, Earth could have looked like this centuries from now if it weren't for Potter.

The crew felt the forward maneuvering thrusters fire to place them in geosynchronous orbit above the old capital if records in the geological data their Intelligence teams sliced from their servers was correct. "We are ready when you are, my Lady," the captain stated.

The cameras wielded by modified probe droids floated patiently awaiting the command to record, the technicians already setting up translation programs to translate the transmission in real time. "Drell of Rakhana," the Emperor's Hand said authoritatively, "we, the Infinite Empire, mean you no harm and come in peace. We come to you as a species with a proposition, an invitation to join our glorious empire as equals. We can offer you many things in return for joining us, however they must be discussed with a representative of your people. We await your reply." She walked off camera and the transmission ended. "And now we wait."

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Planet surface, Rakhana.

Hours after the transmission from the civilization that announced themselves as the Infinite Empire a group of military officials that held very loose grips of power in the regions they were responsible for met in a bunker once owned by the former political system that left with the hanar, and the moment the meeting began they all started to bicker.

"I say we reject their offer!" a male shouted.

"I agree!" another shouted. "The hanar fucked us over and now these... Imperials wish to do the same thing to us! Exploit our people to do their bidding!"

Arguing continued to fill the boardroom as three camps of thought ruled: for joining, against joining, and the few neutral parties. Finally, a single gunshot rang out. "Silence!" a female General shouted. Immediately every person in the room stopped their squabbling and turned to look at her. "Thank you. I say we hear their offer out." When some started to shout again she interrupted them, "I didn't say we accept them, but to hear them out. They could have easily taken us over with that one ship alone, and considering that they said they were an empire it is safe to assume that they have more of them ready to move wherever they wish. The fact they decided to communicate with us and offer is a place in their empire rather than invade is reassuring."

"What if they try to do something like those dishonorable hanar did?" one of her colleagues asked.

"Then we decline their offer and hope they don't invade," she replied bluntly.

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Old Senate building, courtyard. Rakhana. Hours later.

A group of drell, the military remnant and their personal guard along with several thousand onlookers were gathered in front of the old Senate building where they had agreed to meet with this emissary of Infinite Empire and hear their offer. Standing further forward than her colleagues was the general that suggested they listen to said offer. They had elected her as their representative, primarily as if this went south they could blame her for any repercussions that might happen, ass covering at its finest.

They waited patiently for the shuttle that they would arrive in. They expected a blocky, small vessel just a little larger than one of the many drell ground vehicles that the hanar used; to their shock they saw a massive, in comparison, craft that looked like a nocturnal flying mammalian that was split in the middle to show the cockpit and twin cannons under it as well as two sets of twin cannons on the side of the craft. The ship kicked up massive amounts of dust as it landed, the leg joints on the landing gear squeaking only slightly, as if someone had recently greased the joints.

At the back and bottom of ship a ramp lowered with a hiss and extended so it fully reached the ground. Down it walked three individuals, two wearing helmets with T-shaped visors while also carrying rifle-type weapons. The one walking out in front of the two wore a hood that concealed their face, but they could tell it was an adult female due to the breasts and hips, the other two were indiscernible due to their armor. The female though looked unarmed except for the silver cylinder clipped to her waist. When she reached the bottom of the ramp she uttered a command to the two in an unknown language, to which they nodded and stood motionless.

The female continued alone and stopped within arm's reach of the general. They stared at each other, the general attempting not to show fear and the female back passively. Finally, the general spoke and extended her hand, "Greetings representative of the Infinite Empire. I am General Diathem Roth."

The female bowed respectfully in return replying, "I am Daphne Greengrass, Hand to the Emperor."

The general pulled her hand back and gestured to the building behind her as to cover up the cultural faux pas, "Please, let us go inside to discuss the offer you wish to present us."

"That will be unnecessary," the Hand said abruptly, holding her hand up to stop them. "The terms are quite simple: join us, or die."

Immediately one of the younger, hot-blooded generals to Roth's right pulled out a pistol and aimed it at the Hand. "I knew it!" he shouted. "They only want us as slaves!"

The Hand raised her hand, fingers relaxed and splayed, and the firearm was pulled from the military leader's hand and flew into Daphne's waiting hand. She then carelessly threw the pistol behind her. "You misunderstand me. I am speaking of your current social crisis," she replied while slowly walking around the group. "We both know that your planet lacks the resources to continue sustaining itself for much longer at its current rate. Within the next ten years you'll face a societal collapse that'll result in riots over food and basic necessities which will lead to further destabilization as your government attempts to ration out dwindling resources and finally absolute anarchy you can't control. Eventually your species will dwindle to the point of extinction as you are unable to spread to the stars, relegating yourselves to the footnotes of galactic history. We have the means to prevent such a travesty."

"And what would we have to agree to in order to receive these… means?" Roth asked carefully.

"Finally someone who's asking the right questions," Daphne said looking Roth in the eye. "In order to receive the means to save your world, you must join the Empire."

"And what would joining entail?"

"By joining the Empire you would be under the rule of the Emperor and the protection of our armed forces, planetary protection that you currently lack and we have plenty to spare. Your people would be required to add their skillset to benefit the Empire; your soldiers would join our armies, your best electronics warfare specialists joining our slicer units, your builders with our builders and engineers, and so on and so forth. We would build a military base and keep a garrison which would include your soldiers as well. We will build orbital elevators, defense platforms, and shipyards."

"But will my people be taken care of?"

"If you agree to join the Empire, they will be."

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One day later, Rakhana.

[ The Emperor Arrives, John Williams ]

Outside the same old government building stood lines of silver-gray armored soldiers with T-shaped visors with particle based weapons held at parade rest. They stood with one aisle between them with enough space that ten armored soldiers could stand shoulder to shoulder and march comfortably down it. On one end was the building, on the other was a Fury-class Interceptor whose ramp had just lowered. In front of the lowered ramp were the Hand and several of the drell representatives, primarily General Roth.

Down the ramp walked eight red cloaked and armored guards that stood at attention at either side of the ramp's ending. The Hand knelt on one knee, eyes looking downward as she heard the slow, methodical walking of her Master. Finally, the Emperor emerged from the ship, followed by another red armored guard, this one whose head was uncovered showing her fair, pale features to the drell in attendance on the other side of the soldiers. She wore her long, raven hair in an elegant braid, her yellow eyes constantly scanning for threats. The representatives noted that this woman, along with the Emperor and the guards, all carried silver tubes on their belts.

While the red armored woman was dangerous looking and the Hand seemed like she could eliminate them before they would know what hit them, there was an almost primal fear of the very presence that the Emperor gave off, it wasn't like his wardrobe helped either. The male figure, as he wasn't like any drell female nor like the Hand or guard, was dressed in black robes and a hooded cloak; but what was the most disturbing was the mask. It covered his face and didn't show any emotion, any facial expression, any eye movement, it only had a black one-way visor at eye level.

The Emperor stood in front of his Hand and held out his hand. "Rise, my friend," he said, his vocal scrambler slightly distorting his voice. Daphne stood up and took the place at her Master's side, the other woman following close behind them as they walked towards the drell representatives. "You have done well."

"Thank you, Master," she replied. "They will comply with our demands in return for protection, food, and off-world opportunities."

"Everything is proceeding as I have foreseen it." The Emperor made his way to the waiting group of drell with his small entourage following him. "Today is a momentous occasion, the joining of two species to make an even greater Empire," he announced. "This day forth your species is now under the protection of the Infinite Empire. I see great, prosperous opportunities in the future for all of us."

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June 2150. Triumph Under Fire, bridge.

The Resurgent-class star destroyer cruised through hyperspace as those on board worked at their respective stations and the Emperor stared out into the 'blue'; the blue tunnel that a vessel of any size created as they flew through hyperspace that is. The last century had been quite quiet in the terms of Imperial affairs. The drell were accepted into the Empire as a society, though they did grumble about having to learn to read, write, and speak in Mando'a. As promised he built space elevators that ended in berths for civilian and warship departures and arrivals, of which the platforms doubled also as a defense platform making any invader think twice. The Empire helped the now space-worthy species found new colonies on worlds discovered by the Empire. Terraforming efforts were done on Rakhana to start to restore farmland for the drell that wished to remain on their home world would be able to sustain the remaining population. Of course, as he was the self-appointed emperor of an empire there were minor rebellions across the Empire. They primarily consisted of the remnant of Voldemort's followers, the remnant of Dumbledore's followers, and the Jade Court of vampires. What made the Jade Court differ from the members of the Red Court was that the Red Court drank blood, primarily donated blood by law, the Jade Court were a specific species that originated from China and ate the life-force from a living being and always drained their victims of life leaving them looking like a mummified corpse. It was even more horrifying to see them eat as a person aged from their current age to a leathery mummy in anywhere from a few minutes to a few seconds depending on the age and power of the vampire.

Of course, a few defected from time to time and in return for a sentence of house arrest rather than termination they would reveal the current coven's hiding place. There were at least seven known covens that were active all allied with the Jade Court.

Then there were pirates. They were the easiest to deal with in the short term by deploying destroyers and Interdictor cruisers along shipping lanes. This made them more tenacious, but easily defeatable. For the rest of the civilians in the Empire their lives were peaceful for the most part. There was a mandatory service law that required those from age eighteen would serve in the military with the choice of the Navy, Fighter Corps, or Infantry for a bare minimum of two years unless the person was in higher education courses, apprenticeships, or extenuating medical circumstances. They all needed to be ready, when the Reapers returned to the galaxy no one could afford to just lay down and die.

The fleet grew year after year and several new destroyers, like this one, along with several dreadnoughts were created and were prepared to deploy at any time. Then a month ago he felt a disturbance in the Force and sent a Prowler to investigate, what they found was short of astonishing. An entire species of engineer-minded beings forced into exile for centuries living among the stars because they created artificial intelligence and it rebelled. The slicers on board the Prowler had a tougher time getting into their Migrant Fleet's databases, but once they did they found out that this species, called the quarian, had been homeless since the late 1800's and over the centuries had been trying to get this Council to approve them a new home world they could rebuild on. They didn't expect any military action or assistance to reclaim their home world, but they hoped that the Council would at least allow them to colonize another world instead; but this hope and trust was betrayed and not only was their embassy removed from this Council's Citadel, but the quarians were shunned for experimenting and learning. For centuries they roamed systems in their makeshift fleet of colony ships until they were 'evicted' by corporations or other member races of the Council and the cycle would begin anew. They were able to keep their ships running by jury-rigging parts from other species to keep them running, which was damn impressive. The only current true weakness their species has is their extremely weak immune systems; even attempting to procreate brings the risk of contracting a cold or even worse that could kill the potential mother well before they could produce a child therefore reducing their numbers further.

Where this Council saw shunning, shame, and punishment upon the quarian species, the Emperor saw opportunity. After all this was a species that was able to learn quickly how to use technology and implement it in their own ships, they built advanced robotics in the past, and sterile environments free of any bacteria, viruses, and germs. The Council were fools to let such a powerful resource go to waste all because their views differed. This was the reason why the almost three-kilometer long Star Destroyer was heading towards the system the Migrant Fleet was mooring in.

"My lord, we are one minute from reversion to real space," the captain reported coming up behind Harry.

"Good," Harry replied while turning around. "Once we reemerge send the message to their entire fleet and recall the Prowler."

"It will be done, my lord."

And just as the captain reported, a minute later they dropped out of hyperspace showing an entire flotilla of over fifty-thousand ships of varying sizes. Immediately whatever defense force they had immediately reacted to the absolutely massive warship and began to mobilize whatever forces they had. "Sir," a radar technician said, "they are launching fighters and three of their larger ships are on an intercept course."

"Let them do as they please, send the message," Harry ordered.

Then a male voice came over the comm network, "Attention unidentified dreadnought, you will stand down and prepare to be-," the voice ordered before suddenly stopping. "Uh... stand by, dreadnought." As Harry had suspected the voice and the rest of his species were listening to the message that he had been reassured by his slicers would be broadcasted on every ship in the quarian flotilla.

"Members of the sovereign quarian people, I am the Emperor of the Infinite Empire and I come before you today not in a show of force, but to offer your species the offer of a lifetime that will have positive repercussions for generations to come. All that I ask is to come aboard and make my offer in person in front of your Admiralty and your people themselves. My vessel, Triumph Under Fire, will await your decision." And with that, the transmission ended.

"And now we wait," Harry commented, folding his hands behind his back.

An hour passed before the comms lit up again. "Sir, a general broadcast from the centermost ship," the communications officer reported.

"Attention vessel Triumph Under Fire, the Admiralty of the Quarian people have agreed to meet with a representative of your Infinite Empire to hear your offer," the same male voice from before said over the comms. "One shuttle and an escort have been approved for transit through Flotilla territory. The representative and escort are to have sealed suits and helmets."

Harry reached forward and activated the comms, "Acknowledged, Flotilla control. Triumph Under Fire, out." Harry then turned to the captain of the ship, "Captain, prepare a shuttle and escort."

"It's already done, my lord," he replied with a bow.

Harry smiled behind his mask, "I knew there was a reason you were made the captain of this vessel, Captain Tiberius Snape. You have made your family proud."

"Thank you, my lord. Despite what my grandfather thought of you, my father, my siblings, and I praise your rule," the grandson of Harry's most hated childhood oppressor humbly replied.

Harry left the bridge and entered the turbolift. As the doors closed he reminisced about his hated childhood oppressor. To an extent Harry did feel sorry for Severus. After all he had a crush on his mother and his father, once he revealed the memories to Harry, was a royal douche in his teen years as was Sirius. After working with Sith for years you tend to learn about people's flaws and how some overcome or how some just disregard them for the sake of their own hubris. His father did grow out of his 'douche' phase when he hooked up with his mother, however, Sirius had remained a prankster up to the very end. While variety is the spice of life and pranking is fun, Sirius didn't take his final fight with his insane cousin seriously and died because he didn't take the fight with an insane, religiously dedicated to her master cousin seriously. Snape was still a pompous bastard who was beyond condescending, however it was hard to override the programming that had been planted in his mind by the manipulative Old Goat.

Harry remembered the first Imperial Senate session that was held after the moon, Mars, and Venus had colonies established and senators had been elected for the colonies. Harry had been pitching his proposal for eliminating the threats to the public that certain groups of vampires and the remaining dementor nests. Snape had stood up and criticized Harry's proposal with gusto. The entire rotunda had been so silent that the only thing making sound were the repulsorlift platforms and holocams, they had been expecting that their Emperor was going to kill the man. However, instead of Harry roasting the man alive where he stood with Force Lightning Harry actually acknowledged his concerns. While Snape had programming that he fought every time that he came into contact with Harry, he was a good advisor. Now he was currently retired on one of the Jovian moons.

The doors opened to reveal the expansive hangar. Waiting for him was a shuttle with a lowered boarding ramp as well as his captain of the guard waiting for him at the bottom of it. She bowed as he approached. "Lilith," he acknowledged her.

"My lord, I reiterate my suggestion from earlier that you send an ambassador in your place. There are too many unknowns about these people," she calmly stated.

He felt her unrest through the Force. She had been like this every since he felt the tremor that brought him here in the first place. "I am always at risk, remember the botched assassination attempt on my life by the Followers of the Light?"

She remembered back to when only the penthouse suite and main audience chamber were built on the palace. An assassin from the Followers of the Light, a group that believed in the ideals, and lies, that Dumbledore preached; the beliefs that everything that was Light was Good while anything that was Dark or Gray was Evil and anything that they didn't understand was Dark and therefore Evil. It was no wonder that the British wizarding society was so stagnant and on the verge of collapse. They had used the chaos of the construction crews and those seeking an audience with the Emperor to avoid detection from security forces and walked directly into his audience chamber where they tried to kill him with the Killing Curse for the 'Greater Good'. However, they did not take into consideration his lightsaber. He had deflected the curse into a wall before killing the man where he stood with a storm of Force Lightning. When Harry was done with the assassin he resembled a luau gone bad.

"I have not forgotten," she replied.

"And the attempted bombing committed by the Pureblood Brotherhood?" Harry asked.

The Pureblood Brotherhood was similar in agenda to the Followers of the Light: they wished and worked towards the death of the Emperor as well as to resurrect their long-dead leader Voldemort. They used whatever spells, hexes, and curses they wished. They especially abused and spammed what were the once called Unforgivable curses. Their philosophy was that of what was developed by Gellert Grindelwald prior to the outbreak of the Second World War, or the First Blood War as it was known to wizardkind, and was adopted by Thomas Riddle as his platform during his rise to power. His followers had constructed a magic/Force based explosive and planted it inside of a shuttle that they placed on a collision course with a new warship that the Emperor had been attending the commission of. It was safe to say that the crew of the Nostromo got a live weapons test much quicker than they expected.

"They decided to give a Bond villain-style monologue instead of just ramming the shuttle into the new Destroyer while they were undetected," Lily replied.

"And they were hunted down until all but those that managed to be away from their hideout were exterminated," Harry finished. "So do you not think that if these quarians did, in fact, ambush me to hold me hostage they would either be exterminated by me personally or by the ship?"

"No, my Emperor, but that doesn't mean that I do not worry about your safety."

Harry reached forward and cupped her chin affectionately, rubbing her cheek with his thumb, "I wouldn't have it any other way, captain." He released her and started up the ramp, "Come, captain. You are to be my escort into the quarian Migrant Fleet."

She followed Harry up the ramp and took her place in a seat in the cockpit inside the old Sith Interceptor that Harry had kept and never retired for a different vessel. He had his most trusted mechanics work and maintain the vessel, after all, it was his personal vehicle. Without having to issue the command the Interceptor took off and left the hangar. Once they passed the main hangar a TIE fighter joined them and flanked their starboard side. The two ships flew through the Flotilla in an unspoken dance, darting between closing Flotilla ships and avoiding traffic from the Flotilla itself. Finally, they arrived at the largest ship in the fleet that housed the Admiralty meetings. The TIE sped off to regroup with the Triumph while the Interceptor turned one hundred and eighty degrees to show the backside of the ship. The quarian vessel extended its docking umbilical and it sealed against the Emperor's ship.

The doors that separated the two civilizations opened with a hiss. Harry already had his helmet-mask sealed and Lily donned her Red Guard helmet and sealed it. Together the two walked through the few meter distance between the ships. They stood in front of a sealed door for a minute before it opened to them. A squad of quarians wielding rifles of a sort that looked like they folded when they were not in use. Their suits looked to be skintight, for the most part. There were a few females that were part of the team that he could obviously tell that they were due to their shape that was very similar to a human woman's. "This way to the decontamination chamber," a male red-clad quarian ordered.

"Might I ask why?" Harry calmly questioned, his own translator translating Mando'a into quarian.

"We don't know what germs and bacteria your species have come into contact with, we will not risk our leaders until proper steps are taken to ensure their, and the rest of the Rayya's crew's safety."

Lily's hand slowly found its way towards her lightsaber, but Harry cut her off before she could do something drastic. "Lilith, that will be unnecessary," Harry said without looking. "We will comply. Please, lead the way."

Not knowing how close the quarian came to death he replied, "This way."

They were lead to a tubular room that had several rails inside it. The quarian went up into the control room after the door sealed behind them. The quarian inside hit a button and the entire tube turned a purplish color as the rails lit up with UV lasers and lights that passed by them several times repeating the phrase, "Decontamination in progress."

Harry turned off his translator, slipping into pure Mando'a, "Captain, that was completely unneeded."

She followed suit and replied, "We still don't have any idea what these quarians are capable of."

"Captain, what did I tell you earlier?"

She bit her lip as she recited, "Unless they attack us, I have everything under control."

"And have they attacked us yet?"

"No, my lord, they haven't."

"Then do not attack unless I give the order to do so."

She bowed her head as she answered, "As you wish."

They both turned their translators back on as the room's UV blacklights turned off and the door on the other side opened. In the doorway, the red-dressed quarian from earlier was waiting for them. "This way," he commanded.

He led them through halls, doubling back several times to try and confuse them in the case that Harry and his companion were hostile and tried to assassinate their leaders. They passed by several corridors where several quarians looked out of their quarters, some with young children standing in the doorway. Several parents pulled their children back inside their quarters before closing their doors. Finally, they arrived at a large antechamber where eight more elegantly suited quarians stood behind podiums.

The quarian leading them stood at attention before the group and said, "Ladies and gentlemen of the Admiralty, I present the representative from the Infinite Empire."

The quarian stepped aside and Harry stepped forward. "Greetings, I am the Emperor of the Infinite Empire," Harry introduced himself.

The entire Admiralty was shocked, they didn't expect the Emperor of the Empire that had contacted them to come in person. "This is a surprise," one of the older male members said in shock.

"This is a unique case where it was imperative that I came to you myself, otherwise, I would have sent one of my Hands instead."

"A unique case?" another asked, a female this time.

"Indeed," Harry replied. "Your species is very unique."

"Unique?" the first admiral asked.

"Unique in the fact that you have been able to survive for almost two hundred years on second-hand ships, repairing them with whatever parts you find. The fact you created an entire synthetic race using a loophole inside of Citadel law. Few other species, including a few inside my own Empire, hold such a resourcefulness in technology that your species has shown."

They were shocked to hear that the Emperor praised them for creating the Geth. "Your words are flattering, however, you do know that what we did got our embassy on the Citadel expelled," another admiral said.

"Indeed. A short sighed reaction from a government that is stagnating."

"The Citadel is stagnating?" the third in the group asked.

"Indeed. Allow me to explain," Harry said before he began to pace. "Tell me, has the Citadel created anything that is the size of the Resurgence-class Star Destroyer I arrived in?" A few of them thought internally and came up with the result that no one had created anything this large in recent galactic history. "And how did I arrive? I certainly did not use eezo based mass manipulation technology nor did my ship use the Mass Relay that you currently are monitoring. So the question becomes this: how did I arrive at your doorstep completely out of the blue?"

There was dead silence while the group thought of what the answer was until one spoke up. "You use a different branch of technology altogether," he answered.

"That is correct, admiral?"

"Rael'Zorah," he replied.

"But that's impossible!" a female shouted.

"Eliminate the impossible, and whatever remains, no matter how improbable, is the answer," Harry replied. "You didn't have to tell me for me to know that no one has created anything the size of my ship, and she isn't even the largest in my fleet that I have planned."

"There are larger ships?" the first asked.

"Oh yes," Harry replied with pride. "But I think we're getting a little off topic. The Citadel is stagnating technologically speaking. They only use eezo based technologies from a civilization long gone, haven't they thought for a moment there was a reason that they died off? Of course, they haven't. They haven't thought of using other technologies to supplement their civilizations or to improve life further for the people they represent. My spies have already infiltrated their supposedly private networks and have found damning evidence that the asari, the race thought to be the peacekeepers and forefront of democracy in the galaxy, have been hoarding technological advancements to one-up their so-called allies."

"How is this possible?" Zorah asked.

"They were quite cryptic in where it was all stored, but it was eluded to that it was stored in some ancient database they acquired centuries before they became a species capable of traveling the stars. Only a select few even know of its whereabouts let alone its existence."

"And what do you get out of this?" another female asked. "What do you want exactly?"

"I want you to join my Empire," Harry replied firmly.

"Why would we want to join you instead of being autonomous?"

"The fact that you're not autonomous, you are still subjected to the Citadel's laws even though you aren't technically part of it anymore. Your children going on their Pilgrimages are harassed for being homeless by others in Citadel Space, and those of you who don't have any children or have had any yet know that you too were subjected to the same mistreatment that no sentient species should be subjected to. By joining my empire you'll gain what you've lost: your dignity in the eyes of the public. In the eyes of those in my Empire you'd be seen as prodigy engineers, not 'suit-rats' as the public would like to demean you as. That, and I can give you something that no other government can, nor would the Citadel even wish for you to have, should you join."

"And that is?" Zorah asked.

"Your own planet to colonize," Harry replied.

And with that the room was silent, no one made a sound, not even those onlookers that were gathered to listen to the Emperor's proposition made a sound. "Y-you can do that?" the first admiral asked.

"In the system named Eridanus by my people, there are twelve planets that are currently uninhabited and are planned to be colonized within the next solar cycle of my home system. Many different colonists will be leaving from both my homeworld and several colonies in my home system. One of these planets can be yours and yours alone. Your people can intermingle with the other colonists on other colonies should you wish to."

"And we wouldn't be oppressed, criticized, or harassed?" the third, the female asked.

"You would be welcomed with open arms, your technological and engineering advancements making the Empire not only stronger, but yourselves as stronger by default."

"And where is this system?" another asked, this time from the gathered audience.

"I will not tell you unless you join, plus it is far away from any Mass Relay."

"Then how will we get there should we join?" an admiral asked.

"The technology we possess that allows us to travel outside the strict boundaries that the Relay Network has will be given to you, and installed by our engineers, once your Admiralty has agreed to completely break off ties with the Citadel and fully join the Infinite Empire." There were murmurs in the crowd. "And before I leave I give you one last promise. Join me, and the scientists inside my militaries will work tirelessly to allow you and the rest of your brethren to live without the need for environment suits so that the next generation will have the freedoms that you have wished so long for. Contact my ship when you have made your decision." And with that Harry turned around and headed towards his ship.

XxXxXxX

2155. Emperor's Palace, exterior. Night.

Harry was entering a speeder in the palace's garage. Why? He felt a disturbance in the Force coming from the lower income housing sector. While unemployment was at an all-time low all around the Empire, there were those who genuinely fell on hard times because of either just unfortunate events or because of momentary drunken stupidness. Compulsive gamblers were usually the ones that lived here with their families. There were, of course, those who slipped through the cracks like children whose parents were addicts or got killed in the line of duty who found their way to this sector in order to live in decent housing for a relatively low price that one could afford working at minimum wage. He was sitting beside Lilith in the passenger seat as she piloted the speeder.

After a while of traveling on the main airway, after all, speeders became as expensive as cars had been back when he was a child, he had Lilith stop suddenly. Speeders traveling behind them had zipped around them as they resumed their travels. "There," Harry pointed to a block of buildings. The speeder landed on the street next to three apartment buildings that had a park in the middle of it. There were ground cars parked on the street as well. "Wait here," he ordered.

"I'm coming with you," Lily adamantly replied.

"I think I can handle myself, captain. Besides, you'll keep someone with the intention of sealing the speeder away," Harry said before heading down the alley that led to the park. When he entered the park he saw a group of children gathered in a circle that were chanting 'Fight! Fight!'. As he got closer he saw that a young girl, maybe five or six that had brown hair, green eyes, and pale skin, fighting off several boys and girls. She already had several bruises on her arms and face, more than likely from the fight. One boy tried to charge at her from the front with his fist pulled back. When he got in her face she slapped his fist away before delivering a roundhouse kick to the boy's abdomen causing him to fall to the ground in a heap.

Two more, this time, a boy and a girl, charged at her from both sides. The brunette sidestepped the first girl in a way that caused the two attackers to crash into each other. The brunette then kicked the back of the girl, causing the two to fall into a heap. Another boy joined into the brawl and distracted the brunette as the other three got up to attack her once more. The brunette punched the boy away before finding herself surrounded by four enemies. Instead of attacking them with her fists or feet, she surprised Harry by doing the unthinkable for her age. She jumped into the air and hovered there as she curled herself into a ball.

Harry could see the shimmer of Force energy given physical manifestation. 'A Repulse? At her age?' Harry thought in mental shock.

She then unleashed the stored energy with a roaring scream that only a child could have. As Harry had predicted it was a Force Repulse that pushed all her attackers into the crowd. Harry knew without checking that all four were knocked out. Had she had practice and a few more years to mature and train her abilities more she would have disintegrated her enemies at the epicenter of the Repulse.

The crowd lit up in cheers at the girl's victory. There a few kids handing over ration cards and credits over to another boy. 'They had been betting on the fight,' Harry noted. Then he noticed the boy's features, he was a carbon copy of the girl. 'So she has a brother.'

Harry let loose a loud but slow clap as he made his presence known to the children. The children parted for him as he walked forward through the crowd towards the girl. The children were muttering in shock, "The Emperor's here?"

Harry ignored them as he examined the girl. "That was a very impressive fight, young one," Harry said.

The girl blinked in shock before bowing at the waist. "Thank you, my lord," she replied humbly.

"Tell me, where did you learn to fight?"

"I taught myself in order to protect myself and my brother."

"An admirable feat. Did you make enough money for this month's rent and for food?" She looked at him in surprise. "Don't think that such an event wouldn't just gather those who want to see two children fight for no reason, some will capitalize on it. What if I told you that you never had to worry about food or shelter again?"

She was unsure where her Emperor was going with this. "What do you mean?"

"I want to take you as my apprentice," Harry replied.

The crowd was silent as they tried to comprehend the fact that the Emperor himself asked a girl off the street to be his apprentice, an honor usually reserved for those that showed exceptional prowess in the Force in the Imperial Academy. "My lord, I'm not worthy of such an honor," she humbly groveled.

"You show a potential in the Force that I haven't seen so far in this generation. I want to show you how to harness the power that you have. To do that you will attend the Imperial Academy and learn from the best instructors in the Empire."

"B-but what about my brother? I can't leave him here on the streets," she tried to make the excuse.

"Then he will attend the Academy as well, but you will be my apprentice," Harry replied. He did not want to lose this girl to someone in the ranks of the Brotherhood or the Followers.

"But what about the elitists?" she tried to make an excuse once more.

"What is your name?"

"Jane Shepard."

"What of your parents?"

Jane's eyes darkened, her presence in the Force was chilled in sadness. "Our father ran out on us, my mother died in a raid repelling the Followers a year ago."

"If they have an issue with my choice in apprentice then ni kyr'tayl gai sa'ad."

The park was silent once more as they processed the information they had just absorbed. "I-I-?" she stuttered.

Harry then held out a hand to her. "Come, daughter, your room in the Imperial Palace awaits," Harry said warmly, under his mask he was smiling. Jane slowly and carefully reached up and took her now adoptive father's hand. He grabbed her hand, knowing that this wasn't some elaborate practical joke on her, her eyes started to leak out tears of joy. Harry led her back towards the speeder, her brother following close behind her.

As they reached the speeder, the Red Guard captain gave her boss a look of slight disapproval. They entered and the speeder took off and headed back towards the Palace. Harry then said, "Know that being my apprentice will be no easy task. Being the first Imperial Princess puts a large burden on you and many things will be expected of you with such a station." The captain gave Harry another look of 'Really?'

"I understand, father," Jane replied.

XxXxXxX

2160. Councilor private chambers, Citadel tower.

Councilor Tevos of the Asari Republics, Councilor Valern of the Salarians, and Councilor Sparatus of the Turian Hierarchy sat in a private deliberation chamber set behind the actual Council hearing chamber where they heard issues from the rest of the associate races under the Citadel Charter. This is where they deliberated on matters that either the public would never know of, matters that the public would later become knowledgeable of, or of matters that needed to be deliberated further behind closed doors before a decision could be made. The matter today? Well that would be matters, with an s.

"So what is on the agenda for today?" Sparatus asked as he took a drink from his liquor filled tumbler.

"First of which being the hanar's inability to access the drell homeworld," Tevos replied.

"And why should we care that an associate race cannot access their client race's homeworld anymore? Didn't they suspect that the drell on Rakhana would die out in less than a century or two?"

"Yes, but that's not the reason for them bringing this to our attention instead of dealing with the problem themselves."

"It's because the Relay connecting to the system has been moved," Valern finished.

Sparatus spat out his drink in a classic spit take. He wiped the remainder of the drink from his chin with his sleeve. "Surely you jest," Sparatus said in disbelief.

"If it was a joke it wouldn't have been brought to us," Tevos replied.

"How would anyone even do that? They are gravitationally locked to whatever system they orbit around."

"Using technology of an unknown variety," Valern replied. "Somehow they disabled the Relay and disengaged the gravitational locking, then they transported the Relay using a variety of faster than light travel of which we have never seen before, then depositing and reactivating the gravitational lock and Relay in a completely uninhabitable system containing only gas giants."

"This is worrying."

"Indeed," Tevos agreed. "Whomever this race is, they're capable of feats our own respective races and those under the Charter are incapable of performing."

"And the other issue?" Valern asked.

"The last known quarian has disappeared from the face of the galaxy."

"Good," Sparatus replied harshly. "We don't need those AI creating suit-rats scurrying around on the Citadel and other respectable locations for their Pilgrimages."

"How did they disappear, exactly?" Tevos asked Valern, knowing that the STG might know something.

"Unknown," he replied. "A signal was sent out from the Migrant Fleet five years ago recalling all quarians to the Fleet. STG was sent in to investigate but each probe was destroyed immediately after exiting the Relay before it could capture any data. When the last known quarian outside of batarian held space headed back after completing her Pilgrimage, she was followed by a manned STG stealth frigate. This was the data they managed to transmit before it was destroyed." The salarian Councilor pushed a button on his omnitool and on the table a two-dimensional holographic image appeared. It showed a triangular shaped vessel that was easily larger than the Destiny Ascension by a kilometer bare minimum in length. The ship the quarian had acquired flying into the lower hangar on the lower hangar on the ventral opening on the ship's exterior.

"That's…" Sparatus trailed.

"Massive," Tevos finished.

"Indeed," Valern agreed. "This was the only footage we got of the vessel before this happened." He then pressed an icon on this omnitool and the footage then showed the entire display was filled with a green light that only showed the outmost outlines of the image showing the inky blackness of space. "That was the last transmission that the frigate was able to send back before it was destroyed. A second vessel was sent through a day later and only found small bits of atomized and slagged debris, the triangular ship was nowhere to be found."

"An unknown ship belonging to an unknown species was able to easily find an STG stealth frigate and destroy it?" a shocked Tevos asked.

"Apparently so," Valern replied.

"We must find these allies of the quarians and punish them to the fullest extent of the law!" Sparatus shouted, his fist slamming on the table.

Tevos caught her own tumbler of Serrice Ice Brandy from tipping over as the base was more-so a glass meant for wine. "We can't."

"What do you mean 'we can't'?" Sparatus spat.

"The STG already dug into the transit records for that Relay and found no outgoing mass shadows." Sparatus took a breath to object before Valern held up his hand. "And before you suggest we search the neighboring systems within range, STG already did. There were no planets within range that housed a civilization large enough to produce what the STG found, let alone any life at all. Any terrestrial planets had too much background radiation, extreme heat, or extreme cold for a species to survive long enough to evolve into a spacefaring race."

"Then we do, hmm? Nothing?!"

"For now, yes."

"I agree with Councilor Valern," Tevos spoke up. "If this species is spacefaring and are assisting the quarians, then we can assume they will show up sooner or later. When that happens we will welcome them with open arms as an associate species of the Council with the promise of eventual membership. Once they sign the Charter we will levy charges against the ones responsible and demand reparations in the form of whatever FTL and weapons technology they possess. Then we will restrict their armies and navies so that we will remain the dominant forces in the galaxy."

"That is…" Sparatus trailed.

"Brilliant and devious," Valern finished.

"Why thank you," Tevos preened before taking a drink of her brandy.

"However, should you be wrong, I feel as though a storm will approach our way that will end civilization as we know it."

"What are you going on about?" Sparatus asked.

"It's just… a feeling that I can't shake that if we were to go to war with this other race it might be the end of the Citadel Council itself. And with that Valern left the room, the chilling feeling he felt was left lingering inside.

XxXxXxX

2167. Emperor's Palace, Throne Room.

Harry sat on his throne in his aptly named throne room with steepled fingers and a content smile behind his mask. His now seventeen year old adopted daughter cum apprentice was standing at the bottom of the stairs that led up to his throne standing with her arms crossed behind her back, her brown hair in an elegant braid that hung over her shoulder. She had rose-red lipstick on and a dusting of makeup that made her look the part of a princess. She wore a cross between the robes that Knights and Red Guard wore in design and color but had the utility that the wardrobe that the Hands wore when in uniform. All of what she wore in the Palace was made by the greatest fashion designers and made with the best of materials. On her belt hung her maroon bladed lightsaber. The hilt was elegant in its design, yet that didn't limit its functionality. It had gold and platinum accents around the hilt, showing her status to passersby if they didn't already know who she was. She had adopted the roles and responsibilities expected of her as both an apprentice to the Emperor and a princess of an empire. The way she acted along the way she dressed made her the perfect role model for young girls to look up at as the Imperial Princess, she was both elegant and strong as a warrior. Harry had raised her well, after all, he knew what bad parenting looked like thanks to the Dursleys. Oh, how he enjoyed torturing them to death.

Next to Harry was Lilith "Lily" Moon, the captain of his Red Guard. She had changed very little over the last twelve years physically. She was dressed in her Red Guard captain's uniform which only had subtle differences between the standard Red Guard uniform and hers. The two primary differences being her shoulders bore the rank of captain, she did not wear a helmet which allowed her ponytailed hair to hang freely, and the detachable red cape that billowed behind her as she walked.

At the bottom of the stairs opposite stood Jane's twin brother, John. He had been apprenticed to Lily when he had shown an impressive ability as a warrior and was being trained as such in ranged weaponry and melee based weapons. While he could use the Force, he wasn't the prodigy that his sister was. She was already nearing the power level of a Master at the age of seventeen while John had only the level of a Knight at most. He was dressed in the standard Imperial Knight clothing which was similar to the Jedi robes but with an updated scheme designed for battle rather than meditation. He too had a lightsaber, but instead of his sister's hand and a half blade, his was of the crossguard variety that vented excess plasma out side vents; his blade's color was a golden yellow color.

Everything that Harry had planned had gone swimmingly over the last decade for the quarians. They had slowly started to recall all quarians on Pilgrimage, unfortunately, the signal took a while to get all over the galaxy, hence the five years. After the Migrant Fleet had been upgraded with new hyperdrives they were given the coordinates of Eridanus and began to colonize one of the planets. A single Destroyer was kept where the Flotilla once was to bring any wayward quarians back to their people on their new colony. Once they had been settled in enough they started volunteering for tests to hopefully cure themselves of their immune deficiency. The first few trials had been unsuccessful, but that didn't deter hopeful quarians and the biomedical scientists of the Empire.

After three years of failure a new retrovirus had been developed to carry the right triggers to jumpstart the quarian immune system. Tests were originally done once again on volunteers. When they didn't die from being exposed to the atmosphere the cure was administered to expecting mothers and their fetuses, newborns, and children before moving on to teenagers and adults young and old alike. Some, unfortunately, didn't react well to the cure and were forced to be inside sterile environments or environment suits for the rest of their lives, however, this was a very small minority of the recipients that got the cure and primarily affected older adults. Over the next six years the quarian community slowly began shedding their suits and donned clothing that they once had before the geth forced them off their world. Since they shared many physical body traits with humans, they dressed in similar styles that humans had which made fashion designers and fashion outlet businesses happy since they wouldn't have to create a line of abstract clothing, though they did have to for pants, gloves, and footwear as that was different compared to humans, drell, and other Imperial citizens.

The facial features of the quarians were very similar to human facial features, although they looked like the dark elves from the World of Warcraft games (that somehow had subscribers in an age of space exploration) with their elongated ears, blue-purple skin, and a shorter nose. Some would describe their features as cat-like. Their eyes were colored black for the most part with an iris whose color differed from quarian to quarian. They had seamlessly fit into the Empire's society without issue. Many found fields in electrical engineering, aerospace engineering, weapons engineering, various repair shops all over the Empire, and more recently: AI development for droids. While the Citadel looked down on AI development, the Empire already had them in the form of droids; quarians looked for ways to improve them. From the brief that Harry had read from the Imperial Institute of Advanced Intelligence Development teams were trying to find a way that would allow the intelligence inside a droid to transfer its core personality to another body. An interesting concept for combat oriented droids.

Right now in front of him was the quarian senator. She was dressed in formal business attire that senators usually dressed in. She had requested a private meeting with the Emperor to discuss something, but she hadn't really told his secretary what it was about. As per protocol, all onlookers were removed and that only left the senator, the twins, Lily, and Harry in the throne room.

"You requested a private audience with me," Harry stated.

The quarian bowed at the waist before standing upright once more. "Yes, and I thank you, my Emperor," she replied.

"What is it you wished to discuss without the prying eyes of the public?"

"My Emperor, please know that we have been wanting to bring this up ever since we joined the Empire, but our attention was turned to the immediate concern of helping our people settle in to not only being able to own land once more but also adapt to not having an enviro-suit anymore."

"No more platitudes, what is it that you require?" Harry politely ordered.

She thought for a moment before continuing with her request. "My Emperor, years before we joined the Empire we would send out many of our young people on Pilgrimages to find something that would benefit the Flotilla in one way, shape, or form. Of those that we sent out many would return, but a few wouldn't due to being mugged or by being stolen and forced into the slave trade; most of them managed and run by the Batarian Hegemony."

"And what do you know of these batarians?" Harry made sure to show his distaste with the batarians by spitting their species' name out in distaste.

The senator was shocked at the calmness that Harry responded to her with. He was a well-known anti-slavery advocate that personally broke up slaver rings on New Mandalore before sending his Hands to destroy them wherever they showed up in the colonies. He was known to eliminate them with extreme prejudice and always ordered the deaths of the heads of these rings. "They're a society of slavers living inside the Terminus Systems. The Citadel knows very little about them other than they have a caste system of government, of which slaves are at the bottom which also includes their species as well. Those that accidentally wander into their territories, which they do not claim with the Citadel to minimize confusion, are forced into slavery and are conditioned as they see fit in order to sell them."

"And why did the Citadel do nothing about this? Are they not against slavery inside their borders?"

"Only if it extends into their borders, and even then indentured servitude is considered in the case of settling debts with loaners and banks so long as the person signs a legally binding contract that can be sold to others. Asari on worlds like Noveria and Ilium are known to fool defaulting debtors and those looking for work into indentured servitude with contracts lasting decades."

Harry 'hmm'ed as he listened to the senator. In the Empire indentured servitude was a last resort for those in debt and only covered their debt until it was paid back at the standard minimum wage that was in effect for each colony or on New Mandalore itself. Again, it was a last resort. There were other options like consented conscription into the Imperial Army, Navy, and Fighter Corps and the Empire would then handle paying back what was owed from wages, paying back the debt in payments with an added interest rate that won't increase so long as the debtor paid each payment on time, or paying in a lump sum. However, with indentured servitude the contracts were non-transferrable.

The senator continued, "As for why they have done nothing, the batarians live inside the Terminus Systems and Citadel law does not apply to the Terminus Systems. The Terminus Systems are what would be considered humanity's Wild West, there are no laws and those that wish to escape the laws of the Citadel Council go out into these systems. The only law that is understood there is force. If the Citadel Council were to order war upon the batarians, they assume that the rest of the systems that include fleets of pirate and mercenary ships would fight them back in a bloody war that would accomplish nothing in the end."

"And you can confirm that there are many quarians being forced into forced servitude on the batarian homeworld?" Harry asked.

"Among other species they have come across wandering accidentally into their territory, yes."

"Very well." Harry then stood up. "Daughter, prepare the Fifth Fleet and invasion forces and head to the batarian homeworld. Show them the might of an Empire built upon honor and freedom," he ordered.

Jane turned around and bowed to her father. "It will be done, father," she replied elegantly.

"Apprentice Shepard." John perked up and turned around. "You are to accompany her."

"Yes, my Emperor," John replied as he bowed.

As both twins left the throne room with the senator that left Harry and Lily alone as the door sealed shut. "Is my private project complete?" Harry asked Lily.

"Except for a full weapons test and a run through the proving grounds she is ready for deployment," Lily replied.

"Contact the shipyards of Reach, let them know to be ready to launch at a moment's notice." She too bowed before leaving the throne room. There was work to be done and the Empire would expand once more.

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Twenty hours later. Batarian homeworld, high orbit.

Twelve hours after they left Sol, the Fifth Fleet dropped out of hyperspace to view a rust-brown planet with a size that was smaller to New Mandalore's. The fleet consisted of twenty Resurgent-class Destroyers, ten carriers, fifty Victory-class Destroyers, and a dozen assault landers. Jane Shepard-Potter stood on the bridge of the flagship of this operation: the Shadow of Intent, a Resurgent-class Star Destroyer. The point of the operation was as follows: eliminate any orbiting hostile vessels, capture HVTs for interrogation, and commence the surface invasion. It was a simple task in the grand scheme of things, after all the weapons the majority of the races in the galaxy used were magnetic accelerator based projectile weapons. Sure, they were devastating on unshielded opponents and soft targets, but particle based turbolasers were much more powerful than those 'boomsticks', even if they were slower.

"Your grace, we're receiving a transmission from one of the larger 'dreadnought'-class ships," a communications officer reported.

"Put it on screen," Jane ordered.

On the main hologram projector was shown a two-dimensional image of a four-eyed humanoid that had a face only a mother could love. "Attention transgressing vessels: you have entered the sovereign territory of the Batarian Hegemony. Surrender now and prepare to be boarded and enslaved for your transgressions," it said.

"Open a channel, make sure their entire planet can hear it," Jane ordered her crew. They pressed a few buttons on their consoles and nodded towards her when ready. "Attention ruling members of the Batarian Hegemony: we are the hand of the Infinite Empire. For too long your oppressive species has enslaved those you have found to be under you and those who had lost their way. And today that ends. Unlike the pathetic Citadel Council that refuses to help their own races enslaved by you, we will not idly stand by and let this affront to the rights that all species have go unchecked. Surrender now and your punishment will be light, but should you not your punishment will be your immediate deaths."

"Then your deaths will be most painful after decades of slavery," the batarian said on the other side before disconnecting.

Not for one second did Jane's stance falter. "Launch fighters and bombers. Cruisers, pick your targets and fire at will. Show them the might of the Infinite Empire!" Jane ordered.

To be continued…

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Codex: The Infinite Empire
While the Empire itself is only close to one hundred and fifty years old, it is said, but no one has truly confirmed, that the Emperor himself is close to one hundred and seventy years of age himself. Addressing the question on the naming of the Empire, the Emperor stated that the Empire had the capability to be massive with infinite possibilities. The Empire was officially formed on July 31, 2006 after he had unified all previously fractured governments under his rule. He is also referred to be some as Mandalore the Uniter. The Empire consists of the Sol system and its planets and moons, the Alpha Centauri system, Epsilon Eridani, Tau Ceti, Gliese 832, Gliese 876, Gliese 674, Lacaille 9352, Groombridge 34, Epsilon Indi, Eridanus, and Chi Ceti and their planets. Plans have been made to expand into other systems containing planets that hold no intelligent life and to offer membership in the Empire to those who are in the advent of spaceflight or pre-spaceflight levels of civilization. Each colonized planet elects a duo of senators to represent them in the Imperial Senate and reelects senators once every six years, sooner if the senator retires or is forced out of office.

Codex: Imperial Knights
The Order of the Imperial Knights was created by the Emperor as an Order of peacekeepers as well as an order of well-versed warriors when called upon to do so. All Knights in training attend the Imperial Academy in the Knight program, a program specially designed for Force users. They are taught everything their non-Force wielding counterparts learn in the Academy along with lightsaber and Force skills. The Knights themselves are separated further, one of which is an organization not dissimilar to the Red Cross of old, willing to help all who request it, but able to wreak havoc when placed in a hostile situation. Knights are taught to use all aspects of the Force, both the Light and Dark sides and to embrace the Balance, a philosophy that takes the best of both the Jedi and Sith codes and combines it into a set of universal truths: "There is no Dark Side, nor a Light Side. There is only the Force. I will do what I must to keep the balance. There is no good without evil, but evil must not be allowed to flourish. There is passion, yet emotion. Serenity, yet peace. Chaos, yet order. Death, yet the Force." While not required, Knights are expected to know how to pilot various vessels and operate common technologies used in the Empire. Apprentices are taken by Knights and Masters when they usually reach their pre-teen years, however it does uncommonly happen to have a younger child or older child to be apprenticed earlier or later respectively. When the apprentice has learned all they can from their Master, they are allowed to take the Trials which if they pass they are knighted into the Order; however, should they fail they must wait a full year before attempting the Trials again to ensure they are fully prepared both mentally and physically. While extremely uncommon, the Emperor does occasionally take an apprentice, an honor most Initiates drool over the opportunity should it present itself. Knights wield both lightsabers as well as blasters out in the field.

Codex: Hands of the Emperor
While a powerful man, the Emperor cannot be everywhere at once, hence the creation of the Hands. They act on his word alone and report and take orders directly from him. To refuse an order from a Hand is to refuse an order from the Emperor himself. Hands supersede all chains of civilian and military command if required to. Hands are carefully chosen by the Emperor himself and always are able to use the Force. It is commonplace for Hands to originally attend the Imperial Academy to begin their learning prior to the Emperor turning his attention to them. Once selected to become a potential Hand, they are given and are expected to adhere to a very strict diet and exercise regimen, be well read in various fields of study, master all weapons both projectile and melee, be able to use various Force abilities, be able to perform acts of espionage, be able to seduce a target for either information gathering or termination, and be able to expertly duel with a lightsaber. Potential Hands are apprenticed to current Hands about to retire from their service until their Master determines they are ready, once Masters determine that their apprentice is ready the apprentice begins their tenure as a Hand of the Emperor. Should they fail or quit their apprenticeship, they are sworn to secrecy by an Unbreakable Vow to protect the secrets gathered and learned while an apprentice of a Hand. It is unknown to the public by which specific criteria the Emperor chooses his Hands.

Codex: Red Guard
The Red Guard are the elite of the elite from the Imperial Knights. Their intelligence, combat skills, and critical thinking under pressure are vetted by both former Hands and the Emperor himself. To be a member of the Red Guard means holding the Emperor's, and those around him, life in their hands. They are required before donning the red armor of the Guard to swear an unbreakable oath to protect the Emperor with their lives until they are released from their service. Members are also required to be excellent fighter pilots should they need to pilot several types of fighters and transports used by the Empire. All members of the Red Guard wield silver bladed lightsabers.

Codex: Lilith Moon, The Loyal Hound
Lilith Moon is the Head of the Royal Red Guard and has been since its inception. She has the misnomer of "The Loyal Hound" due to her status as an Alpha Werewolf and has sworn her loyalty until death to her Master, the Emperor. Being an Alpha of her own pack she has magics that allow her to retain her youthful appearance and live an exponentially long life compared to her fellow weres and Force users. Her fair features throw potential threats off as she doesn't look threatening at all, but looks like arm-candy for the Emperor to parade around. However, there is a reason she is captain of the Red Guard. She is an accomplished blade duelist on par with the Emperor himself as well as a mastery of the Force on par with Masters and can hold her own in fights where she is outnumbered by three people with little trouble.

Codex: Jane Shepard-Potter, The Imperial Princess
Jane Shepard is the adopted daughter of the Emperor and princess to the Empire and personal apprentice to the Emperor himself. She began with humble origins with her twin brother as the children of a mother who was in the Imperial Navy as part of a protection detail. With their mother's passing and their father running off well before then, they made their way to the low income housing that the Empire provides for those less fortunate. They made rent money as well as money for food by setting up fights where Jane would destroy her opposition. When she was the age of five she was discovered by the Emperor and was made his personal apprentice as well as the Emperor adopting her, making her Princess of the Empire. She holds this position with grace, authority, and power that not many others could have. She is incredibly talented and skilled in the use of the Force, using abilities that should be well outside her skill range making her an opponent to not be underestimated by any means. She has stated on record the reason for her hyphenated last name. The first is to honor her late mother in keeping her last name while now continuing the Potter name as her adoption allows her to.

Codex: Mandalorian culture in the Empire
One of the dominant cultures in the Empire is Mandalorian. This is due to the mercenary forces the Emperor brought with him. After the creation of the Empire in 2006, in order to unify the Empire's people, the Mandalorian language was made the official language of the Empire. While old languages are used in the homes of their residents in their countries of origin by the older generations, everyone born from 2006 onwards knows Mando'a by heart. All of their armor is an updated scheme that the original Mandalorian warriors used that came with the Emperor. Their code of honor is also derived from the warriors, making those in the Imperial Navy and Army effective and lethal warriors.

Codex: Eezo usage in the Empire
Eezo, or Element Zero, usage in the Empire is quite limited despite its usefulness. The primary reason for this is the Warning on Mars extracted from the Prothean archive. Uses are limited to personal anti-kinetic shields, usage in fighter mass reduction. The Emperor decreed that Eezo based technologies should not make up a mass majority of the tech market as to not allow the Reapers an advantage on the Empire.

Codex: Magic in the Empire
As stated by several historians inside the Order of Imperial Knights over the years, both the force called "magic" and the Force are in fact the same thing, but different applications of the same energy that permeates all life. One of the big key differences are their users, the Knights depends on drawing the Force into themselves while mages draw it from themselves. One historian suggested that they did draw it from the universe like the Knights, but store it up for when they need to use it. Another key difference is that magic users, or at least the variant (see Witches of Dathomir) that originated on New Mandalore (Earth). Replication charms are in constant use to produce the materials necessary to make the ships that make up the Imperial Naval fleets. Those who specialize in replication charms are highly paid and are encouraged to work in the shipbuilding industry and to take on apprentices or students to pass on their knowledge to the next generation.

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Alright and that's chapter 1 of this total of 3 chapters for a pilot I'm doing. This pilot trilogy is what I've started as an idea for a romp through the ME trilogy with a society on Earth that is not only more powerful than the Citadel in terms of technology, but is also on par with power that the Reapers will try and keep while fighting a more technologically superior and unpredictable humanity. I don't know if I'll do the actual run through the trilogy or not, but I will finish this series of 3 chapters for the pilot. That much is certain.

As you'll notice there's quite a bit of codex entries, that's a contingency that I've created in the case that I do the whole trilogy romp idea. Read them, it took me a while to come up with them. You'll also notice that I used a lot of ships from Star Wars, again this is going off the idea of a technologically superior Empire headed by Harry in comparison to the technologically stagnating Citadel. Plus, I sort of wanted to cut the quarians a break in giving them the freedom that they deserved in living outside their suits instead of being imprisoned inside them.

Just for references sake the species that Harry has inside his Empire are: Humanity and its magical subhuman races (Veela, weres [cats, wolves, etc.], human-animal hybrids), twi'leks, Mandalorians (from Mandalore), goblins, drell, quarians, and zabrak. There are a few that I skipped over as his ship did contain many different species that came along with him back to his home galaxy. And before I get to my hint at next time's chapter: an omake/outtake for you guys that I thought was funny but didn't fit in with the narrative above. It does get into "lime" territory, but isn't that graphic at all.

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Outtake/Omake – "Explanin'"

2161. 1am, Imperial Standard Time (UTC). Imperial Palace, Princess Jane's quarters.

Princess to the Empire, Jane Shepard-Potter wandered the halls of the sleeping quarters of the Imperial Palace, her bare feet 'pitter-pattering' on the clean black marble floor as she walked from her room to her father's suite on the north end of the palace that overlooked the River Thames. The reason she was wandering from her room to her father's? She had a vision while sleeping and her father told her to come to him immediately if she had a Force vision.

He had been very specific when explaining it during a teaching session a year ago. "It feels as though it's like a dream, however, something feels off about it and you can't put your finger on it immediately. It feels real but unreal at the same time. There are three types of Force visions: past, present, and future. When you see into the past you can see events from angles that those who originally experienced them might have never seen. Take for example the JFK assassination. There are so many theories that exist that never got answered that if someone who was Force-sensitive were to have a Force vision of that day of the killer who struck the killing shot you would be able to then search out that evidence further. For visions of the present, it's stuff happening here and now. This is the type of vision that is associated with Battle Meditation as you can see everything about the battle even if you can't see it physically. The third type is the most dangerous as it can be misinterpreted in many ways bringing on the event that you intended to avoid in the first place."

"What do you mean, father?" Jane had asked.

"Many years ago a prophecy was foretold about me by a very loony woman by the name of Sybil Trelawney when she was being interviewed by Albus Dumbledore for a job."

"The former leader of the Followers of the Light?"

"The very same Albus. She had a Force-induced vision of the future where she saw two children being born to parents that defied the Dark Lord three times beforehand that fit the prophecy a few months down the road. She then saw one of these children, their face and any defining features blacked out and fuzzy, defeating the one named Voldemort with a 'power that he knows not.' A very generic prophecy that could have happened years down the road without any context to them. But one man overheard part of this prophecy and brought it to his master. Voldemort then went to my parents home when I was fifteen months old and fulfilled the prophecy he overheard when he was defeated by a 'power he knew not' as my mother had performed a ritual that used her life as a catalyst to fuel it, allowing me to survive the Killing Curse. He would return fourteen years later only to be killed by me personally. Now that I have told you this tale, what have you learned?"

The girl thought for a moment, putting her finger to her chin. "To take prophecies and visions of the future into context, not taking them at face value but examining any deeper meaning embedded in them whether they be visual, audible, or Force clues before acting upon them."

"You have learned well, my apprentice. We must not dwell on visions of the future, but we also must not dismiss them. I think a concept from the long done manga series Naruto fits here, 'look underneath the underneath.' Whenever you get a vision, do not fear bringing it to me because I am not only your master but your father as well."

"I understand, father."

Jane remembered these words and promised that she would approach her father if she ever got a vision of the future. For the next four years she never received one, this until tonight happened. She had been enjoying a wonderful night's sleep when her mind was assaulted by images that she didn't understand. She woke up startled in a sweat. After she had calmed herself down she changed from her sweat stained sleepwear into spare workout clothes and walked to her father's room.

As she started to approach the doors to the room she started to hear some interesting things coming from inside the room. First of which was what sounded like the sound of wet hands clapping to her. As she actually came up to the door she put her ear next to it hearing a woman oddly saying, "Oh yes, deeper~! Ahn~! Yes! Play with my tits! Suck on my nipples! Ahn~!"

Curious, Jane used the Force to open the door just enough for her to look in and what she saw confused her further. On her father's bed was a naked woman who was bouncing on the bed on her knees as something looking like a thick rod slipped in between her legs whenever she came down. This woman had what looked like brown wolf ears on top of her head and a bushy brown tail continuing off of her tailbone that wagged happily as she bounced. There were a pair of hands coming from the bed touching the breasts of the woman.

"You love my tight wolfy pussy, don't you?" the woman asked huskily.

What shocked her next was the next person that spoke. "Of course I do," the man grunted as he pulled the woman closer to his chest as they began to kiss sloppily. Jane had noticed that it was her father replying to the woman. "Lily, I'm going to-!" he exclaimed as the woman now identified as her father's captain of the Red Guard increased her bouncing on top of her father.

"Me too!" Lily exclaimed. "Don't you dare pull out! Ahn~! Spill all your baby batter inside me~! Mark me as yours! Ahn~!" she screamed as her father held himself tight against Lily as they kissed sloppily once more.

"I love you, Lily," her father said before kissing Lily once more.

"I love you to-."

"Daddy?" Jane asked finally, the doors opened to reveal a very confused yet curious Jane.

"Shit!" Lily shouted in surprise. As she immediately rolled off of her father and covered herself up to her chest with the bedsheet while her father covered himself up to his waist.

"Jane! What are you doing here?" Harry asked as Lily began to cause her partial transformation to regress so she was a human once more.

Jane rubbed her eyes as if rubbing the sleep out of them. "I was going to tell you about a vision I had in my dreams but I started to hear what sounded like hands clapping coming from your room and saw-."

"Shit, she saw us," Lily said to Harry, knowing that Jane was more than likely going to describe their sex act to them.

"Daddy, what were you doing to Captain Lily?" Jane asked in a way that suggested that there was no way out of this.

Harry sighed and summoned two bathrobes, one for himself and one for Lily. She immediately rolled off the bed and put it on out of sight of the preteen and stood up, excusing herself to head to the washroom. "Jane, do know what happens when two people who aren't blood-related love each other?" Harry asked.

"They kiss?"

"Yes, that's part of it. You see when two people love each other very much they do things for each other like what you saw me and Lily doing."

"You mean bouncing on each other?"

"Sort of," Harry laughed. "What you saw me and Lily doing was what is called heterosexual intercourse where a man puts his bits into a woman's bits and they rub together until they feel good."

"But don't people who love each other get married?" Jane asked.

"They do," Harry replied, unsure where she was going with this.

"Then are you married to Lily?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"It's complicated with me being the Emperor and her being the captain of the guard."

Not knowing that Lily had just walked in Jane asked, "Then are you going to ask her to marry you soon?"

Lily burst out laughing and Harry lit up red in embarrassment. "Why don't you tell me about that vision you had?" Harry said, trying to change the conversation. It was going to be a long night.

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Alright so that was it. Hopefully you liked it. I thought of the awkward humor that a parent would have to go through having their kid walk in on them while they were in the middle of having sex and having to explain what happened. Yeah, not something I want to look forward to for when I eventually do get married.

Plus I also hint at the hidden relationship that Lily Moon and Harry have been having for a while behind closed doors and out of sight from the public. Is it a pairing? I don't know. Are they two consenting adults letting off steam in a, no pun intended, pleasurable way? Yes. I should also mention that the scene was inspired by a creation by FFN user megamatt09 called "The Breeding Ground" (id: 11578938) where basically it's a series of smutty one-shots. The idea is that Lily is a werewolf that is given a charmed piece of jewelry that allows her to have a sort of halfway transformation (see chapter 12: Under the Full Moon). I totally liked that idea and took it with some liberties thrown in. If you want a clearer idea of what I'm talking about, google image search "Lily-chan Lost Pause" and if you get a wolf-girl dressed like a mechanic, that's the general image I was going for. And if you know who Noble is and what his channel "Lost Pause" is about, kudos to you. There's a few images out there describing the levels of anthropormorphism, level 0 being human and level 5 being completely animal. If anything Lily in this scene would have been level 1: mostly human with some traits, i.e. RWBY Faunus. Again, hopefully you guys liked it.

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Next time: Jane leads the invasion on the batarians with her brother and Harry prepares for his confrontation with the Citadel.