A/N: This is the final chapter of this story. I just posted Chapters 4-9 back to back, so if you skipped to Chapter 9 thinking you'd read everything else, you probably want to go back to Chapter 4. Or start over at Chapter 1.

-x-X-x-

When they first drop out of hyperspace over Tython, Harry isn't entirely sure that they've got the right spot. He furrows his brow as he stares between the green and blue planet before him, and the navigational charts currently sitting off to the side. This is supposed to BE Tython, but why does it look more like the Earth he left behind now, then the storm-covered planet he'd come to know and 'love'?

"Lana… are you sure we're in the right place?"

Rather than the blonde Sith answering him, it's Fiona who pipes up. Harry is still getting used to the feminine droid, and he has to resist the urge to jump in his seat when her voice fills his ears.

"This is indeed the Tython System, Master Harry. Guaranteed with a 99.98% certainty."

Harry stares for a moment at the force-sensitive droid. In the end, he's unable to resist asking the question.

"And what about the other 0.02%, Fiona?"

For a moment, Fiona's eye-lights flicker. She stares right back at him, and the wizard is forced to admit that the droid is much more capable of doing the thousand-yard stare than he is. Eventually, she gives her answer.

"The 0.02% is to account for the possibility that you are hallucinating all of this and have in fact hallucinated your entire life from eleven years old on, making up a world of magic, and now an entire galaxy of fantastic worlds and advanced technology. In that case, none of this is real, and thus that is not the Tython System that you are looking at outside the central viewport."

Was… was she fucking with him? Harry blinks dumbly for a moment, before just asking that outright.

"Are you fucking with me, Fiona?"

In response, the feminine droid tilts her head to the side.

"'Fucking'? Would you like me to fuck with you, Master Harry?"

Aaaand that was the end of that conversation.

"Let's just drop this line of conversation. I want to get down to the surface below and meet up with Fay. Figure out what's going on."

Even as he said that, Harry thought he actually had a pretty good idea. Looking past Fiona's odd sense of humor, once he accepted that this WAS indeed the Tython System, which all of the ship's data said it was, then he could guess at just why the force storms covering the planet below had abated. The twin moons circling Tython gave enough of a clue to that.

Fay had managed to find balance, quite clearly. More than that, the Jedi Master had brought balance to the entire planet, from the looks of things. He'd known she was strong, but this… this was definitely something else.

As he brings the Phantom down into the atmosphere and homes in on Fay's location in his mind, he also tosses some instructions Fiona's way.

"Make sure to get some readings of the surrounding geography as we fly, Fiona. Last ship wasn't built to get any sort of data through the storms that covered the planet."

"As you say, Master Harry."

The feminine droid gets to work, and Harry takes a slow, slightly elongated route to where Fay is set up, allowing Fiona to get as much as she can from their surroundings along the way. Tython has its fair share of wonders, both natural and artificial. Thousands of years before, the Jedi had tried to make Tython a thing again… of course, that clearly hadn't lasted forever, but there was a fair number of crumbling structures on the planet's surface nonetheless.

Ultimately though, the hangar that he and Fay had landed in to begin with was the most intact structure left on Tython, even with the storms abated. Perhaps they would build out from it if they were planning on making this world a semi-permanent home. Bringing in the Phantom for a landing next to the transport that Fay had obviously used to get down from the moon where he'd left her, Harry lets out a bit of a happy sigh as the ship fully touches down.

He's always enjoyed flying, to be fair. He's always enjoyed the wind in his face and while there isn't much of that in space, obviously, there's still something just so fantastic about the star lines created by engaging the hyperdrive. Still though, he's been away from Fay for what feels like an eternity now. He's been halfway across the galaxy at this point, and while most of the events of the last few weeks haven't exactly been PLANNED, it's undeniable that a fuck ton of shit has gone down.

It's good to be home. With a smile on his face, Harry heads out of the Phantom's cockpit as Fiona runs the shut down procedures, bringing the ship systems offline one by one in an orderly fashion. He's joined along the way by a just as eager Lana, as well as Vhonte in her full Mandalorian Armor, sans helmet. A simple button press sees the Phantom's airlock cycling open and the ramp going down. Harry strides down it with a blonde Sith to his right and a crimson-haired Mandalorian to his left.

Fay is waiting for him of course, a few feet from the bottom of the ramp. Harry only falters when he finally sees her face and the look of exasperation upon it. The slightly elvish Jedi Master's arms are crossed over her chest, and she has a single eyebrow lifted as she stares him down. Slowing to a stop rather than going in for a hug, Harry gives Fay a tentative smile.

He's not totally aware of just how much she felt through their Force Bond. Oh sure, he'd gotten some minor sensations from her over the last several weeks, enough to know she was feeling him and he was feeling her. But ultimately… well… a lot had happened, hadn't it? And Fay would want answers.

"Fay..."

The Jedi Master's eyebrows only go higher as her lips thin out.

"Harry."

The wizard winces at the tone of her voice and glances to Lana and Vhonte before lifting his hands up placatingly.

"I can explain."

Fay's lips curl up, but its not at all a nice smile.

"I'm sure you can… but I don't want to hear it from you."

-x-X-x-

To say Fay has had an interesting past few weeks of her own would be an understatement. But even if the near-human Jedi Master had just spent all of that time balancing herself and then the entirety of a damn planet, she knew that her own adventures had absolutely NOTHING on what Harry had been up to. Still, as she'd said, she didn't want to hear it from him, not right then. Luckily, there were other options.

"Lana."

The blonde Sith freezes, eyes wide as Fay turns her gaze in Lana's direction. Fay is well aware that the smile on her face is not at all nice, even as she stares the other woman down.

"Y-Yes?"

Fay's smile turns beatific as she focuses all of her attention on the blonde.

"Why don't you start us off, hm? You took Harry to… Nar Shaddaa, correct?"

Lana nods her head slowly, even as Harry looks slightly annoyed at being left out of the conversation. But then, that's the point of this little exercise. Harry wants to explain himself, obviously… and Fay isn't going to let him.

"Yes. We uh… we went to Nar Shaddaa to hunt down some research labs that I… or my progenitor at least, remembered."

Fay lets out a soft sigh.

"And what, exactly, did you end up doing alongside that particular objective?"

Lana blushes and her gaze darts to Harry for a moment before she answers like a scolded schoolgirl.

"We rescued a pair of Jedi, ended a slavery ring, and saved Vhonte here from certain death?"

Fay nods her head and uses the mention of the red head standing on the other side of Harry to turn her attention Vhonte's way.

"Mandalorian."

It's not a question, but a statement of fact. Vhonte stiffens a bit, and tries to stare Fay down… before ultimately failing, the Jedi Master's implacable gaze not only seeming to have the serenity of a Jedi to it, but also something more dangerous and more intense lurking just beneath the surface.

"Jedi…"

Fay smiles at that and shakes her head.

"Perhaps not the best descriptor for me, at least at this point. I suppose I will always be a Jedi Master though, even if I'm also so much more now. Heh, it will do. Your name is Vhonte?"

Vhonte slowly nods, treating Fay like a dangerous predator as she sizes the other woman up. Fay's lips curl up into a slightly wider grin.

"Well, Vhonte. Why don't you tell me your intentions for my beloved? I'm sure you're aware of just how close Harry and I are. Will that be a problem?"

It's clear to all that Fay knows just what Vhonte and Harry have done. It also seems that the near-human woman doesn't care all that much, so long as Vhonte understands her place in the pecking order. Ultimately, the crimson-haired Mandalorian doesn't push the issue. Instead, she bows her head respectfully in Fay's direction.

"There will be no issue. I have pledged myself to the service of one Harry Potter. Given your connection to him through the Force, I have no doubt that that service extends to you as well. So long as your commands do not contradict his own, I am yours to direct, ma'am."

Fay snorts indelicately at that.

"Ah, so that service includes crawling into my beloved's bed naked while he's unconscious, does it?"

This time, Vhonte doesn't hesitate. She's getting a better idea of Fay's true feelings on the matter by this point, so rather than tense up or get combative, the red head simply grins.

"Best to keep his body temperature up, ma'am."

Shaking her head a little, Fay goes back to Lana, even as Harry twitches a bit at STILL being ignored. All the same, the wizard seems to understand that he's currently very much in the dog house, and he doesn't say a word as Fay pins the blonde Sith to his right with her gaze once more.

"So then Lana. You picked up this stray on Nar Shaddaa, saved a couple of Jedi, ended a slavery ring… where did you go next?"

Lana licks her lips at that, but before she can do much more than open her mouth to answer, a clanking sound distracts everyone as Fiona walks down the ramp to join the party. Fay's eyes alight on the feminine droid, and go wide as she senses Fiona's force presence in conjunction with her appearance for the first time.

"By the Force…"

Lana steps aside as Fiona moves past her and Harry. The feminine droid bows her head in Fay's direction, before straightening up and speaking.

"Greetings, Mistress Fay. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Fiona."

The near-human Jedi Master takes a moment to collect herself. Then, she smiles once more. This time however, her smile is genuine and reaches her eyes as she gazes upon Fiona with honest affection.

"You are indeed. It's a pleasure to meet you too Fiona. You are a beauty to behold in every sense of the world. I must know though… how did you come to be?"

Fiona cocks her head to the side for a moment, her eye-lights flickering. She even glances in Harry's direction much like Lana had minutes before. Fay can't help but be rather shocked by just how… life-like the droid feels. Eventually, Fiona turns back to Fay and speaks, what with Harry giving her a small nod of assent to her unspoken question.

"I am a product of the Star Forge, the Personification of the Force, and Mistress Lana here. I was made to serve and learn under Master Harry. But I imagine you have much to teach me as well, Mistress Fay. I place myself under your care in the hopes that you will educate me in all of the matters that cannot be simply uploaded into my databanks."

Fay lets out a shuddering breath as she has it all laid out before her, just like that. Of course, she'd felt the Star Forge coming to life. She'd felt Harry's struggle to survive as it tried to kill him. She'd been scared shitless for her beloved, but all had turned out quite alright. And now here it was, the proof of Harry's insane luck, right before her. A Force-Sensitive droid.

Letting out a light laugh, Fay shakes her head and steps forward, reaching out to caress Fiona's metal cheek.

"You truly are a beauty."

Her tone is kind and affectionate… until she turns to the man she has a Force Bond with, looking Harry in the eye as she steps away from Fiona and up into his personal space.

"So then. Let's recap. You and Lana went to Nar Shaddaa and picked up a Mandalorian Bodyguard who now has a life debt to you. Then, you somehow found a nascent Star Forge and managed to turn it on, leading to the creation of dear Fiona here. Am I missing anything?"

Lana pipes up before Harry can.

"Ah, well there was also Z-Zakuul in the middle of all that…"

That's when Harry jumps in, clearing his throat harshly.

"Zakuul isn't that important right now. Let's leave it for the moment. Fay… you're not truly angry at me, are you?"

Fay looks into her beloved's worried eyes… and sighs as she relaxes her stance and her entire demeanor, giving him a soft smile.

"More worried FOR you then anything else, Harry. And perhaps I have the right to be angry at you over all these shenanigans you've gotten up to, hm? Scaring me half to death with the bare snippets I could feel over our connection with one another? But… you're home now."

Harry's face splits into a brilliant grin as he nods and finally takes her into his arms, hugging her close.

"Indeed I am. Finally home."

They finally kiss. Fay initiates it of course, having greatly missed her lover all of this time. Their lips smash together, and their tongues duel with one another as they kiss quite passionately, surrounded by those Harry has picked up in his travels. Honestly, it's getting a bit ridiculous, but Fay doesn't mind it too much in the end. There's a pecking order, after all. And even Harry knows that she's right on top of it.

-x-X-x-

"There's something else we must discuss."

It's later, over dinner on the Phantom, that Fay speaks up suddenly in a foreboding tone. Harry blinks as he looks up from his own dish, even as the others do the same. The only one not eating is Fiona, of course, but she has a datapad in her metal hands, and in her own way she is consuming, of a sort. Regardless, even the Force-Sensitive droid turns her attention away from the datapad to look up at Fay, her eye lights flickering.

Swallowing the bite currently in his mouth, Harry lifts a single eyebrow.

"Oh? You sound serious, sweetheart."

Fay lets out an explosive breath as she sets down her utensil and gazes around the table.

"That's because I am serious. I do not… I do not have all the answers yet. But the Force has given me some of them, as reward for my efforts in balancing Tython and myself. The darkness that has clouded the Jedi's vision for so long no longer has the same effect on me thanks to my meditations. I know what is coming. The Sith seek to use the Clone Wars to annihilate the Jedi Order in the process, so that they can make an Empire steeped in darkness from the ashes of the Republic."

Harry's own utensil falls from his fingers as he stares at his beloved. Vhonte and Lana are both staring as well. In the end, it's Fiona who moves the conversation along with her head tilted to the side.

"I have been consuming all relevant knowledge on the Galaxy-Wide Holonet. I do not understand how the Sith will turn the clones against the Jedi. From what I can tell, the two are closely knit already, and the Jedi become more and more integral to the Republic's Command Structure by the day."

Harry doesn't miss the way Vhonte's expression suddenly shutters closed. The Mandalorian is abruptly expressionless, even as Fay nods her head in Fiona's direction.

"You are not wrong. But the Force was unusually clear this time. The Republic's army will betray its leaders at the end of this war, at the behest of the Sith."

Harry's attention is focused solely on Vhonte now. Their eyes meet for a moment, and then the red head looks down at her food. Finally, she speaks. The wizard is surprised at just how uncertain the female Mandalorian sounds. Rarely has he heard her so nervous.

"I have an idea of how that might come to be."

All eyes at the table turn to her, and Vhonte looks up to gaze around at them. Her jaw sets as she lifts her chin slightly, as if in challenge.

"It was a job, and it paid well. But… my loyalty is to Harry now. The Kaminoans made the Clone Army off of Jango Fett's template. And you Jedi seem all too happy to simply believe that the clones will be loyal, while forgetting the man that Jango himself was loyal to before he died. One Count Dooku. From what I understand, he is one of these Sith you seek, yes?"

Harry chews on this mentally for a moment. Then, he looks towards Fay, who at this point is exceedingly pale as her vision is confirmed true, at least in part.

"And you say this will lead to the downfall of the Jedi, Fay?"

Turning towards him, the near-human woman nods her head.

"Indeed. It is… the Jedi have already been roped into this war somehow, though I can't possibly fathom how. They have ceased their roles as peacekeepers, diplomats, and healers to instead become the leaders of this new clone army, on the Republic's behalf. And when the war has thinned their ranks, the Sith will enact their revenge and the Jedi will be destroyed. That part was very clear."

Impulsively, Harry reaches over and grabs Fay's hand with his own, startling her a bit as he stares into her eyes.

"Then we stop it."

Funnily enough, it's Fiona who speaks up in support of Harry's words first, even as the rest of the table falls into silence.

"Intervention does seem necessary at this juncture. To stop irreparable damage to the Force through catastrophic loss of life, I believe we must do our part to prevent the Sith's plan from coming to fruition."

Vhonte, stiff in her seat, nods her head in agreement.

"I won't apologize for doing the job I was paid to do… but I live in your service."

Harry glances towards Lana, worried about how the blonde Sith will react. Snorting derisively, she waves her hand through the air, seeming almost dismissive of his blatant concern.

"You know, even back when my progenitor was around, she was kind of against the grain. The majority of the Sith Order has always fed on the worst emotions that the Dark Side has to offer. Fear, hatred, rage. Even by the standards of a millennia before, my progenitor wasn't a 'very good Sith'. Now though… why would I ever want to help some assholes ruin the galaxy, when I can assist you in saving it instead? After all, I DO live here."

Harry smiles slightly at that, but then Fay speaks up in a worried tone.

"This is all well and good, but I do not know if we can truly do anything to stop it. I'm supposed to be dead, and I'm not sure how the Jedi Council will react to my changes in the Force. They may declare me tainted, and they may seek to control Harry for his strength. And while I can still believe, deep down inside that the Jedi Order believes it's doing what's best for the greater whole… I KNOW that the Republic is too corrupt to be relied on at this juncture. There was a reason I chose the life of a wandering Master, after all."

Fay's nostrils flare as she lets out an explosive sigh.

"The Republic has been on a descent for a lot longer than the last few decades. It has been decaying from the inside out for centuries. And now that the Sith have revealed themselves, I believe I know why. But knowing why its become morally corrupt does not give us a way to fix it. It may be too late, at this point, to even think of doing so."

Silence falls around the table. Fay is right, after all. Even Harry doesn't know what to do. He furrows his brow as he stares down at his dinner, a deep frown on his face. There's a sense of tension in the air, as everyone just sits and thinks for a moment. Then, Harry's eyes go wide as he feels the Force radiating a strange, smug feeling.

"Well, there is always Zakuul."

Harry blanches as he realizes what's happening, but before he can get a word in edgewise, Fay is turning her attention towards a lightly grinning Lana.

"Zakuul? There's that word again. What exactly is a Zakuul?"

The Force continues to radiate smugness at Harry, even as Lana shrugs her shoulders, acting nonchalant in the face of the information she's now dropping on Fay's lap.

"It's a planet, as it so happens. It used to be the seat of a not-so-Eternal Empire from back when my progenitor was still running around the Galaxy. Though, maybe the Empire is Eternal after all… because Harry just so happens to be the Emperor of it now. And with the Star Forge active and not all evil, we DO have a Force-Sensitive Shipyard on hand as well…"

Harry sits there as he looks around the table, not at all liking the looks on the faces of any of the women sitting with him. Even Fay is staring at him with a considering expression on her face, while Fiona has her head cocked to the side in an unnatural manner. Meanwhile, it's pretty obvious that this is exactly what the Force wants from him. Harry can FEEL it nudging at him, almost as if its overly pleased with itself and the 'prank' that it's managed to pull off.

It's starting to feel like he's just been led right into the trap of being saddled with building an empire in order to save the galaxy. And he was so looking forward to some quiet relaxation on Tython too…

-x-X-x-

Later that night, Harry isn't surprised when Fay crawls into bed with him, climbing over his naked body. He is surprised that she managed to keep Lana away for the evening though, but he supposes he shouldn't be. It has been a while for the two of them, while Lana had quite a lot of time to play with his body as she liked while they were on their trip together.

Harry groans as Fay's slender fingers slide up and down his length. His lips part, only to be covered a moment later with Fay's open. The beautiful near-human kisses him deeply, and Harry kisses her right back, even as he brings his hands up to her sides, running his own fingers up and down her naked form. When they pull apart a moment later for air, they just stare into one another's eyes for a moment before Harry finally says what they're both thinking.

"I missed you, Fay."

Smiling beatifically, Fay blushes as she moves in such a way that his cockhead is pressed against her moistening slit.

"I missed you too, Harry."

Then, she slowly begins to sink down on his cock, burying him inside of her as Harry lets out another groan. His first love in this universe is as hot and as tight as ever, and perhaps even a bit more than usual as she takes every last inch of his member up inside of her, her inner walls clinging to his shaft and squeezing at his length all the while.

Tilting her head back, Fay luxuriates in the feel of Harry buried so deep inside of her. In return, Harry reaches out and grabs at the near-human woman's exposed, naked breasts, running his fingers along the curvature, and slowly rolling her nipples between his digits. Said nipples harden quickly in Harry's grasp, even as Fay begins to ride him right then and there, bouncing up and down on his cock slowly at first, but more and more swiftly as time goes on.

Its sensual and gentle and perfect in every way. Harry absolutely adores Fay, and he knows she feels the same in return. The pair engage in delicious, slow-paced lovemaking for a time, until eventually Fay leans over her beloved and looks into his eyes.

"You are afraid of power, Harry Potter."

Harry blinks at that, and flushes red as Fay hits the nail on the head. Licking her lips, the Jedi Master darts her tongue out and touches the tip of Harry's nose with it, even as she continues to gyrate herself across his length.

"You are afraid that leading an entire Empire will inevitably corrupt you into some sort of monster."

Harry tilts his head to the side, regarding Fay for a moment, before finally letting out a sigh as he nods in acknowledgement of her words.

"Yes…"

Fay smirks and suddenly bounces herself much harder on his cock, drawing a grunt from Harry and a slightly wide-eyed look as she climaxes along his shaft.

"Do not be. You will have me there to guide you. And I suppose Lana, Fiona, and even that Mandalorian woman can help as well."

Harry grimaces as he averts his gaze for a moment.

"You all owe me so much though… I saved yours and Vhonte's lives, Lana owes me her mind, and Fiona… Fiona's very existence is tied to mine. How will you possibly be impartial?"

Fay reaches out and grabs Harry's chin with one hand, her slender fingers digging firmly into his jaw line as she forces him to look at her.

"I want you to look me in the eye, Harry James Potter. Tell me this. Do you doubt for a moment that I would not stop you if you turned to darkness and wallowed in death, despair, and hatred? Do you doubt that I would not pull you back from the brink? You are important to me, Harry. But you are not the galaxy. And that is how it should be."

Swallowing hard, Harry slowly nods.

"I do not doubt your words, Fay. You're… you're right."

Smirking, Fay releases her lover's jaw and begins to bounce up and down all the faster on Harry's cock. Even as she grows more and more flustered, the near-human woman manages to get out her response, just before losing herself in the pleasure.

"A-Ah, of course, mm, I am! I'm always right!"

Harry chuckles at that, even as his hands settle on Fay's hips. Then, he begins to help her, thrusting upwards into her hot, wet, velvety insides as he gives her every last inch of his throbbing cock. Perhaps this would work after all… perhaps he could save the galaxy this way. It wasn't what Harry planned, but it seemed that the Force had other ideas…

-x-X-x-

The next several weeks are spent mostly in meditation, or preparation for leaving Tython to make the trip back to Zakuul. Lana and Harry learn to harness both the Light and the Dark from Fay, and they find true balance in the Force. Fiona, meanwhile, doesn't actually need to learn this, apparently. The droid seems to innately have balance, which Fay ultimately decides is the result of being a synthetic lifeform in the first place.

Because of this, Fiona spends her days with either the group of biological force-sensitives or Vhonte interchangeably, as the Mandalorian woman goes on hunts through Tython's growing greenery. The only creatures strong enough to survive the world that Tython had been weeks before were certainly a challenge for the Mandalorian woman… but that was fine with her. Vhonte loved challenge.

Thus, things fell into a sort of routine and Harry allowed himself to be lulled into a sense of normality and security as he learned from Fay alongside Lana during the day, only to spend his nights in the arms of one or more of the women he was currently living with. Fay seemed just fine with Vhonte joining in on the fun at times, and of course, Fay and Lana were already a pair that could more than match Harry in bed.

Everything was just fine. Everything was copacetic. But it couldn't stay like that forever, and Harry knew it. The galaxy continued on around them, even as they luxuriated in Tython's new peace. The machinations of both Sith and Jedi, of both the Republic and the Separatists, continued on unabated. The universe would not stand still as it waited for Harry to act. And in the end, act is exactly what he had to do.

-x-X-x-

A/N: In case you missed it up top, this is the final chapter of the story. Expect no more of this from me. Hope you enjoyed up until this point.