Harry Potter and the Mandalorian Saboteur

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XXVI

It turned out, the Oath that Ursa Wren had witnessed and carelessly sworn herself to, had in fact meant 'Ursa on behalf of the entirety of Clan Wren' and not just 'Ursa Wren, of House Wren'. That hadn't splintered the clan but had caused the Mandalorians on the Krownest and their allies had learnt or even somehow learnt about their resident 'Mandalorian Miracle Maker' was in fear of marching away before he could cement his bloodline.

Mand'alor The Breaker had dismissed Harry from his position of Active Service and had told him to start building the temple for the future. Harry had found everything rather dull, especially the bedrest. But, he had kept his word.

Being married to an artist and a Mandalorian had given Harry lots of ways to de-stress. On more than one occasion, members of Clan Wren had found him sitting on a tree-stump, multiple datapads open and curiously writing. It was during one of these sessions that Alrich, found him.

"Up to much?"

"Not especially…chronicling bladed katas and fighting styles; and breaking the esoteric ones into more suitable and easier to learn. Oh and recording everything really happened during the Clone Wars and in this Uprising."

Alrich looked at him "And my wife has cleared this?"

"Aye, as has Bones…Maggie Wren aka 'Bones', the best frontline combat-medic, I've had the pleasure of working with…"

"…and the worst patient I've ever had to heal. Your Grace, Lord-Knight…How's retirement?"

"Positively delightful, Doctor. Just a young man with a wealth of experience; no-one to really comprehend the sheer genius stupidity that is me. Oh and let us not forget the wonderful manuals of 'How not to do something'…"

"Aren't they kids books? For young Mandalorians who disregard 'Hunter and Prey' talks."

Harry shrugged "Wouldn't know. Do not know, nor do I really wish to know…I've also taken up pottery, woodworking and various other physical activities."

Bones snorted "The Great Commander Potter, humble woodworker and author."

Harry shrugged "There is that. Although, surprisingly according to Mand'alor, grass is growing on Mandalore itself, as are faint evidence of nature and wildlife."

Alrich looked at Harry "Are you, doing it…I mean willingly."

"No…One second." Harry succumbed to the force, he extended his senses and ever so briefly touched the planet of Mandalore. He returned to his body moments later.

"Yes and no. Planets die, planets revive and the cycle continues for a few million years; it explodes and is reborn again…It was going to happen; I just sped it up a little bit. I brought it forward a decade or three…Don't worry, messing with temporal nature on anything that isn't human, mammal, reptile or any other organism is a bad thing. Planets…less so."

"So…the Ancient Sith Empire and the other Empires all…"

"Fucked with the natural properties of the fabric of the universe. Why'd you think they all…exploded violently."

"Equal and opposite reactions."

"Can't stop what'll happen, can delay it…for a cost." Alrich nodded.

"Just so you know, Ursa needs you to perform your final act of the day."

"That is?"

"She needs you to guide Clan Wren. She sees lots of paths but she needs your…insight…to lead Clan Wren down the path of preservation."

Harry sighed "You do know that just because we've dodged one crisis doesn't mean we're going to avoid them all. We still have that Moff to deal with…And the Beskar to hide away."

Ursa had made her way out of the Throne Room with Sabine and Tristan accompanying her; along with six guards. Normally, the Mandalorians of Clan Wren would be out en masse, but after the most recent events and that the six guards were…avid enthusiasts of unconventional tactics or Harry-defence style; and had worked with him. Everything was under control.

Now, Harry's supposed 'dynamic entry' in some views or 'fiery crash' had caused ripples amongst the Wren Mandalorians. Some disdained him due to the fact that he was a Jedi; it appeared they completely dismissed the Mandalorian Knights completely. Others were wary; at just how easily he, an outsider, easily walked into Ursa Wren's council of councillors and had managed to obtain the post of stand-in vizier whilst the Lord Vizier; Duke Alrich, was in prison.

Oh he'd been welcomed into the clan, even they couldn't defy the writing on the wall. The way he walked, talked and even japed about his skills and the fact he hadn't been wrong had won everyone over.

They'd accept him, but now how would their children turn out.

(Sorry for another short one. Life's been life.)