Galactic Wizardry

Chapter 15

“Remember where we’re parked,” Harry joked as the ramp went up. The Chimaera was parked safely behind a decent-sized plateau that was made up of the same brown stone that everything else around there was. Reaching out with his magic, he felt that the protections that he placed on it were working to the best of their abilities.

“Are you sure that you know how a Slave Owner acts?” Shaak Ti asked him as she enjoyed the heat of the planet. Aayla also seemed to be adapting well to the harsh environment. It wasn’t surprising. Ryloth, the planet from which Twi-leks originally came from, was quite difficult to survive on. Harry on the other hand placed a Cooling Charm on him. The heat, while not overbearing, was intense when there was nothing to provide shade. At least there was almost no humidity.

“I assume the same way they acted on Tatooine?” Harry asked, looking at the girls. They nodded. “Alright. I’ll be down in a second. I’m going up to find a good place to Apparate,” he told them. With that, Harry vanished from their view before he levitated himself high into the air. The higher that he went, the better view that he was able to get. Seeing a large cave entrance that was close to the landing pads, Harry guessed that that was one of the main entrances to the cave system below. There were people coming and going, and Harry didn’t see any militia types guarding the place. Happy with what he saw, he gently lowered himself back to the ground and made himself visible. “Grab on girls.”

Each of them grabbed a hand and closed their eyes. They didn’t particularly like Apparating any more than he did. It wasn’t a pleasant feeling … especially when you had multiple stomachs. They suddenly felt their bodies being squeezed through a very tight, rubber tube before they gasped and sucked in some much-needed air. Thankfully, as Jedi, they were able to recover much faster than a normal person. Harry had long since become immune to the horrors of Apparating. Aayla opened her mouth to say something, but Harry put his finger over his lips to tell her to keep quiet. “The entrance is just around the corner,” he whispered to the both of them. Seeing them nod, they all straightened up and got into character.

As they walked around the corner, they joined the sparse crowds that were making their way in. Harry pulled them to his sides and rested his hands on their hips. Obviously, neither of them objected. Just as Shaak Ti thought, no one bothered looking twice at them … if you didn’t count them checking out her nearly naked ass. The closer that they got to the cave entrance, the more that they could feel the cold air rushing out and washing over them. That was probably why there were a decent amount of scumbags loitering around the entrance. One disgusting-looking male Twi-lek looked Shaak over and grinned at Harry. Now checking out Aayla, he nodded contently. “That’s some prime meat that you have there!” he complimented Harry as they walked by.

Harry smiled and slid his hand over Shaak’s bare ass. Shaak steadied herself as she felt his strong hand squeeze her shapely bottom. “It’s been fun breaking her in,” Harry joked and joined in as the group laughed. Thankfully, they made their way in without drawing any more attention. The entrance tunnel was quite large and carried on for about fifty meters. The cold air of the caves made the girls shiver. They sighed happily when Harry silently placed Warming Charms on them. The further that they went, the more the light became artificial. They suddenly heard the rhythmic thumping of dance music getting louder and louder until they finally came to a club that was blocking their path. It seemed that they would have to go in to continue on their mission. They didn’t even hesitate as they followed the crowd and entered the packed dance club. Harry pulled them close to let others know that they belonged to him. No true Slave Master would allow his property to be so easily violated by others.

Harry decided that having a drink would help them blend in some more. Besides, he was thirsty from all this walking. Leading the girls to the bar, he spoke to the bartender which was a big, fluffy, blue being with a weird mole snout for a mouth.

“Three Andurian Rums with ice,” he ordered and before long, the full cups were placed in front of him. He tossed down some credits as all three picked up their drinks. Andurian Rum wasn’t very strong, and he chose it because he didn’t want Aayla accidentally getting drunk while on a mission. They drank them down as all three scoped out the place. Slaves and their owners were a common sight in this bar. He looked around before Aayla bumped his arm with her elbow. She jerked her head in a certain direction. Looking at where she was indicating, he saw exit doors in the far back of the room leading away from the club. These doors were being guarded by two armed thugs. Nodding, he leaned in and passed the information on to Shaak.

Shaak’s heart hammered in her chest as Harry leaned in and ran his hands up and down her smooth thighs. As he leaned in, he told her about their plan while brushing his lips against her neck and jawline, peppering her with soft kisses. ‘I really need to stop acting like a horny, young school girl,’ she chastised herself as Harry pulled away from her. She really hoped that he couldn’t smell her arousal that had dampened the crotch of her outfit. They finished their drinks and got up. She followed him to the two guards and watched as he waved his hand. If she didn’t know better, she would have thought that he was using the Jedi Mind Trick on them. Their eyes became glassy, and they stepped to the side, letting them pass. They exited the club without any problems.

“Confundus Charm is always handy,” he told them as the door shut behind them. “They’ll snap out of it in a moment and won’t even remember letting us through,” he further explained.

“Any idea where to go?” Aayla piped in, looking back and forth between the other two. Harry shook his head as did Shaak.

“We’ll figure it out as we go,” Shaak assured her. The corridor that they were walking down wasn’t man-made. The brown rock walls showed erosion that could only happen naturally after millions of years. The ceiling, however, was strung with lights that easily lit their path. There were doors here and there leading to god only knows where. Harry opened one door to check what was going on and found the room empty. All three slipped in and shut the door behind them.

“Storage room,” Aayla stated the obvious. The room wasn’t very big, but there was row after row of boxed snacks and liquor that were clearly meant for the club that they had just left. Harry smiled evilly. Grabbing an empty box from the room corner, he began shrinking every box in the room. Seeing what he was doing, Shaak rolled her eyes and chuckled while she and Aayla began filling the empty box with their freshly stolen loot. Once the room had been ransacked, Harry waved his hand and the box disappeared. The girls knew that it would reappear back on the ship.

“We can sell or trade the liquor and keep some of the snacks for ourselves,” he told them as he opened the door and checked outside. Seeing that the coast was clear, he waved for them to follow. They continued down the path for a minute or so before they came to a bend in the tunnel. As they got closer, Harry heard two people talking. Gesturing for them to hold, they pressed themselves against the wall and listened. Whoever they were, they were both speaking Huttese which Harry didn’t even need his translator to understand.

“The shipment will be here in a few hours. Hopefully, it’s not late again. I really want to get to the club early tonight. All the best girls go quickly!” he whined.

“Another shipment of pleasure slaves?” the other asked hopefully.

“I don’t think so. I heard that it’s a load of Wookies. Those mutts are being sold for a premium right now,” the other explained. Harry was recording the whole conversation with his earbud.

“Those animals really put up a fight while being processed. I don’t think you’ll be getting to the club early tonight,” he laughed at his friend’s luck. The other cussed before they started walking away. Harry smiled.

“Why don’t you two girls take them into temporary custody,” Harry whispered.

“Gladly!” Aayla whispered back, and Harry watched as they shot around the corner before hearing muffled yelps of pain followed by two heavy thumps of something hitting the ground. Going around the corner, he saw the two humans on the floor unconscious. Looking around, he saw a door a little down the corridor. Going over to it, he opened it up and found an empty security station. He waved them over. The girls dragged their victims into the room and left them lying on the floor as Harry closed and locked the door.

“Let’s see what they know,” Harry said, kneeling down and placing his hand on the man’s forehead. With a silent Legilimens, Harry easily slipped into his memories. Images flashed into Harry’s mind over and over until he found something interesting. Stopping the memory, he let it play out. He watched as the guy stood at a terminal and brought up the KSC’s detailed maps of the entire cave system. Smiling to himself, he left his mind. He quickly went through the other’s mind and found that he was just an ignorant grunt. Standing up, Harry went to the terminal in the room.

“Found something?” Shaak asked as she pressed against his side. Aayla did the same to his other side as they both looked at him expectedly. Harry typed in the man’s secret security code and brought up everything that he could access.

“That’s wonderful!” Aayla squealed happily, scrolling to the map section and finding that it held not only the cave system that they were in but the maps of every cave system that the Karazak Slavers Cooperative used.

“Indeed!” Shaak happily agreed, studying the map of the area that they were in. “These alone will be invaluable.”

Harry pulled out a memory card and slid it into the terminal. When asked for another code, he quickly typed it in. With that done, he hit the button and downloaded all the information that he could. After about a second, he pulled the card out and slipped it into his pocket-sized datapad. Seeing that all the information was now accessible wherever they were, he nodded happily. “Anything good?” he asked Shaak.

“The slave pens. Unfortunately, we can’t free any of them without causing a small-scale war. The Council will have to decide what to do about this. Ah Ha!” she suddenly shouted. “Oria Kiepo … one of the main leaders of the KSC. There’s his living quarters,” she said, pointing to what had to be a very luxurious suite. “He’ll definitely know something.”

“That’s deep underground,” Harry whistled appreciatively. “Probably loaded with security. We’ll never get in there together.”

“You’ll have to go alone. He’s a criminal wanted in many different sectors, so capturing and transferring him into Jedi custody isn’t a crime. I’m sure that Yoda and Mace will be thrilled to ask him a few questions,” Shaak told him.

“Understood. I’ll take you girls back to the ship before making my way down to him. I’m not sure how long it will take. He may not even be in his quarters yet,” Harry said.

“We know. Just be careful,” Aayla replied as they grabbed his hands. One apparation later and they were back on the ship. Harry quickly placed a copy of the data on his ship's computer so they could analyze it while waiting.

“If there’s trouble, just leave me behind and contact me whenever possible,” he told them as they sat in their seat on the Bridge.

“I hope it doesn’t come to that,” Aayla winced. Harry chuckled.

“It won’t. But just in case …” he told them. “I’ll return as soon as possible,” were his last words before he apparated back into the security station that he had just left. Seeing the two unconscious slavers, Harry fired piercing hexes into their foreheads before transfiguring them into replicas of credit chips. Picking them up, he tossed them behind some of the shelving in the room so that they wouldn’t be found. With that done, he left the room. Harry strolled down to the far end of this corridor, checking his datapad along the way. Seeing that he would have to go down as far as possible, he got into an elevator and hit the button.

Once the elevator had reached its lowest point, Harry stepped out and was greeted by a thick metal, sliding door and a keypad. The thugs that he had just dealt with didn’t have access to this area, so he just did it the old-fashioned way. Since unlocking spells didn’t work on these weird sliding doors, he just transfigured a portion of it into paper and pushed his way through. As he ripped through the paper, he looked up to see the shocked face of what he knew was an Aloxian. Just like the rest of his brethren, this one also wore the skull of a Vonduun Crab on his head as a helmet. As they stood there staring at each other, their hands at their sides, fingers twitching, the sound of a beep from a nearby terminal set them off. The Aloxian reached, but Harry was just too fast. His hand blurred as he drew his blaster and fired. The Aloxian was hit dead in the chest and screamed as his shot went errant and slammed into the wall, sending sparks all over the room. With a smoking hole in his chest, he dropped to his knees before falling forward dead.

Feeling like a badass, Harry spun the blaster around his finger before shoving it back in its holster. Thankfully, there wasn’t anyone else in the room. Harry fixed the door before taking a look around. This appeared to be a command station. There were camera feeds from dozens of different areas. Grabbing the blaster from the ground, he removed anything useful or valuable from the dead Aloxian before getting rid of the body. After that, he sat down at the terminal and tried to find anything that was useful. Sadly, there was nothing. Suddenly, the door opposite of the one that he entered opened up. Going invisible, he waited for the small group of slavers to come through before he slipped past them. As the door closed, he heard them complain about the station being left unattended.

Returning to visibility, he used his mini pad to navigate through the many different cave passages until he found the private elevator that would take him further down to the living area. Seeing that the door wouldn’t open for him, he did his paper trick and entered that way. Harry huffed when he saw another biometric scanner. ‘These slavers are really an untrusting lot,’ Harry thought to himself. Pressing himself against the wall, he turned the floor into paper and sliced it down the middle. Looking through, he could see a deep shaft that led quite a ways down. Hoping through, Harry levitated himself and fixed the floor before slowly lowering himself down until his feet touched the floor. As he did, he heard a noise above and saw the bottom of the elevator speeding toward him! Yelping loudly, he did his magic and jumped through the paper door just as the elevator landed where he was only a second before. Harry groaned from the hard contact with the floor, but what surprised him was the shriek of fright going off right next to him. On instinct, he fired a stunner. He watched as it slammed into the chest of a thin, waifish Twi-lek. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she started tipping over. Harry hurried and caught her before she hit the ground. Lifting her up in his arms, he carried her over to the apartment door and set her on the ground. Like before, he magicked his way into the room and searched for the elusive Oria Kiepo. Unsurprisingly, he wasn’t there. Deciding to wait, Harry picked the girl up and carried her inside.

Dumping her on the couch, Harry got a better look at her. She looked young … just past womanhood. Her skin was a soft pink, and she had a very pretty face. On her head, instead of wrappings, she wore an elaborate, brass-colored metal headband. Since she was a Twi-lek, he assumed that she was chipped. Pulling out his scanner, he ran it over her and found that there was indeed a chip in her head. Putting the scanner away, he stood up and looked around. The apartment was very lavish and full of expensive works of art. Paintings, statues, busts, sculptures, there was a little of everything. Smiling, Harry found a way to pass the time until his target came home.

Meanwhile, Back on the Ship

Another box appeared out of nowhere, and Shaak levitated it up and out of the way. They checked this box only to find a life-sized and very beautiful, nude woman carved from a single slab of exquisite crystal.

“How many credits do you want to bet that Harry will have this one prominently displayed on his ship?” Aayla smirked as they moved the box to storage.

“That’s a sucker’s bet,” Shaak snorted as another crate appeared out of nowhere.

Harry spent the next few hours stripping the apartment of everything of value. Even the furniture was taken. At last, Harry heard the door slide open. Going invisible, Harry walked around the corner just as he heard, “What the …”

Not bothering with magic, Harry reared back and hit him right in the jaw. His head snapped to the side, and his eyes crossed as he fell to the side and hit the floor hard. Harry quickly liberated everything that he had on him, including the detonation remote for his slave chips. Grabbing his ankle, Harry apparated him back to the ship. Shaak Ti and Aayla quickly met up with him.

“Can you girls drag him to the Holding Cell?” he asked.

“Sure, Harry!” Aayla chirped.

“Make sure to have a droid thoroughly frisk him before he wakes up. I already took everything that he had, but just in case. I’ll be right back,” he told them. Harry went back to the apartment and lifted the pink Twi-lek into his arms. Holding her bridal style, he apparated back to the ship. The girls had just finished giving Oria over to the security droid when they met him taking her to the Medical Wing.

“Who’s this?” Shaak asked as they joined his side.

“Don’t know her name … or anything else about her to be honest. She’s chipped and was obviously owned by our guest of honor,” he explained. Being of the same species, Aayla obviously gravitated toward her. She was already checking her over when Harry placed her down on the medical bed. He left her to it and spoke with his medical droid.

“She seems in fairly good health. She’s a bit skinny and should be checked for malnourishment. She also has an explosive slave chip in her head. Are you capable of removing it?” Harry asked, not knowing if his droid was designed for that kind of medical procedure.

“Of course, I can. I am the most advanced medical droid currently on the market. I have the equipment available to easily remove the chip,” he was told. Harry nodded happily.

“Good. Go ahead and remove the chip and treat her for any ailments that you find. Alert me when you’ve finished with her,” he commanded and let the droid get to work. Harry walked over to Aayla who was still fussing over the Twi-lek.

“Do you want to stay for a while so she won’t be alone?” Harry asked. Aayla looked up at him and smiled. When she nodded, Harry leaned down and kissed the top of her blue head, making Aayla blush a dark blue. Both he and Shaak went back to the bridge to get things rolling.

Sitting in the seat, he turned to his red friend. “Can you contact Yoda?”

They weren’t able to get a hold of Yoda but got Mace Windu instead. They sent over the data recovered and the recording that Harry captured about the Wookies being enslaved.

“That’s good work. We’ll analyze the data and get back to you. I’m sure that we’ll learn much more once we get our hands on our newest friend,” he smirked before his face lost any amusement. “This Holocron worries me though. Yoda is the most experienced among us … I think that it would be wise to let him decide. Either way, we’ll meet you on Eden. We can transfer the prisoner and examine the Holocron while there.”

“That sounds good. We’ll make the trip and wait for you there on the coast,” Harry replied. After a few more minutes of talking, they said their goodbyes. As Shaak began calculating the hyperspace route that they would take, Harry noticed that she wasn’t wearing her robe. A whole lot of smooth, red skin was on display. As his eyes traveled upward, he couldn’t help but notice that the skin-tight material that was covering her large and shapely breasts couldn’t hide the fact that her nipples were rock-hard.

Shaak saw him checking her out and blushed a bit. She wasn’t a pubescent youngling anymore, so she was fairly good at hiding her emotions, but still … she had never felt so horny in her long life. It was getting difficult for her to hold back. Lately, she found it difficult to fall asleep. Instead, she would stay awake and daydream about being taken by her handsome Captain. When she finally did fall asleep, her dreams would be filled with perverse visions of her being used in every possible way. She wasn’t a young woman anymore, but she was still young enough to bear a child. Togruta females remained fertile late into their lives, and Shaak was only halfway through hers. Her instincts were betraying her. Her body wanted to be bred. It wanted to be bred by him. That didn’t surprise her. Togruta lived in a warrior culture that prized the hunt . Only the best men would be considered worthy. She certainly considered Harry worthy. Once a prime mate had been found, her body would let her know, which it certainly was. She had gone through similar experiences in the past, but nothing this intense. She really needed to figure things out before they got out of hand.

She cleared her throat, turned to him, and said, “Hyperspace route calculated.”

Harry looked at the deep cleavage that she was presenting to him. He noticed that she subtly arched her back to give him the best possible view of her lovely body. Making sure not to stare too much, he smiled and nodded.

“Then let’s go hit the beach!” Harry chuckled and lifted off from the planet’s surface. Once out of the planet’s gravity well, he pushed the throttle forward and watched as starlines appeared in front of them. Within seconds, they were sailing through the flashing maelstrom of hyperspace.