Chapter Three: Coming to the Mountain

Star Wars + Harry Potter Crossover

Chapter Three: Coming to the Mountain

If the mountain will not come to Kyle Katarn, the mountain will die.

Harry rode in silence in the front seat beside Kyle as they drove back to Knott-End-on-Sea. However, they did not drive back to the house but rather to Kyle's golf club, of all places. It was dark by the time they parked the Toyota in one of the paid member's spaces. Given the late hour, theirs was the only vehicle there.

However, in the center of the lot, Harry saw the four large crates that used to fill the car park of their house. "Good," Kyle said when he saw the crates. He climbed out of the car with a grunt of effort and Harry followed immediately after.

Though he suspected he knew what was happening, he was not entirely sure and did not want to ask. After such a great day, he did not want to bother Kyle with what the old Jedi termed as "unnecessary questions."

From the pocket of the khaki slacks Kyle wore, he removed what looked like a thick bracelet or vambrace which he slapped over his forearm. He then began tapping buttons. In response, Harry heard a loud pair of beeps, like from a car alarm. Only, there was no car.

"Even better," Kyle said with a grin. He walked up past the crates and reached over his head as if to point at the dark sky, only instead he began twisting his wrist as if grappling something. A moment later, the night split in two before a line of light from nowhere. Harry stared as the light eased to reveal the interior of what had to by Kyle's ship.

"Came down guided by a beacon in the crates," Kyle explained absently. "Glad the old bird still works." Harry walked around to get a better look into the ship. As he did so, a thick, low-slung sled slid down the ramp, buoyed by nothing. Harry knew from his studies that there were repulsor coils in the sled, and it was these coils that formed the basis of almost all hovercraft technology throughout the galaxy. There were other technologies to counter gravity, but none were as efficient, or simple, as the repulsor coil.

"Slip that into one of the crates and let's start loading, shall we?" Kyle said.

Harry rode the sled like a skateboard to the nearest crate. It took only a moment's study to see that the crate was designed to accommodate the sled, with a slot at its base that the sled slid into seamlessly. Instantly the crate itself, which was as tall as Harry and four times as wide, lifted noiselessly from the ground.

As he brought the crate around, Kyle pulled a hook and rope down from inside the vessel, connected it to the crate, and using that pulled it up the ramp until it was stored safely. The cargo hold was not large—perhaps the same size as their car park, but it was very efficient. Once the crate was in place, something in the wall lifted it up and over along a built-in track. By the second crate, Harry saw all four crates would be stored solidly against just one wall, leaving the rest of the hold free. When all four were backed securely, Harry saw what else Kyle planned to bring—the Toyota itself. The SUV fit snugly in the remaining space.

"Come on in, I'm closing her up," Kyle said. Harry walked back up the ramp and followed Kyle through the now packed area with his duffel back slung on one shoulder. They passed through a narrow doorway into separate section of the ship.

The very first door on his right was to be Harry's quarters. It was a small, cramped space with a bunk that folded out from the wall, a desk that folded out from the other wall, and opposite that a sink, toilet and small shower.

"That's a sonic shower," Kyle warned. "No water. But it'll get you cleaner anyway. With sonic showers you don't use soap or shampoo; instead the nozzles mist you and then the sound shakes it all off. Also good for kidney and gall stones."

Harry didn't know whether to laugh or not, so instead dropped his bag on the bunk and followed Kyle. There were four such cabins on the ship—Kyle's was opposite his. Past the cabins was the kitchen/recreation room. It was the size of the living room of their house on Earth, with an arched ceiling perhaps twelve feet at its apex and five feet at the extreme sides.

"It's large enough to go through a kata or two," Kyle said.

Finally, they reached the cockpit. It was smaller than Harry initially thought it would be, and incredibly dense with control panels, readouts, screens and switches. The seats themselves were actually sunken from the level they walked in on, with a large bar overhead and thick rungs between the two seats to help pilots climb out.

Kyle climbed down with a grunt of effort. "Come on down, Harry."

Harry did as instructed and watched as Kyle began randomly checking controls before nodding in satisfaction. "This ship has two stealth features—an active cloak, and a passive polymer hull. What that means is even if we disengage the cloak there is not a device on this planet save the human eye that could see us; and given the ship is black, I doubt even then we'll be seen. I tell you this because the cloak is a blind option. Cloaks create a complete visual and sensor break from space—you cannot see into or out of them. However, this ship has a periscope that extends beyond the cloak's field so that it can safely operate while cloaked. Still, given the time of day, we won't need it once we're off the ground."

Indeed, beyond the cockpit windows, all he could see was black, rather than the lights of the town. Nor did he feel the movement of the ship other than a hum as the engines turned on. After a few moments, though, Kyle dropped the cloak and Harry could see nothing but stars and broken clouds ahead, and they were fast approaching those clouds.

What astounded Harry the most was that he felt absolutely nothing. He remembered a television show about space that looked like the astronauts were shoved into their seats. But in Kyle's ship, Harry leaned forward as the clouds fell away, until they were in space itself.

"We need to get clear of the Earth's gravity well and then we'll plot a course for Ossus. It's on the other side of the galaxy, so it'll take a week to get there," Kyle said absently as he piloted his ship.

"Okay," Harry said, not caring in the slightest.

The novelty of space flight wore off after the first twenty minutes. After that, exhaustion from a long, fun day and a sleepless night before set in. Once Kyle had the ship in hyperspace, he set the autopilot and motioned for Harry to go. Once back in his cabin, Harry was asleep within minutes.

~~Katarn~~

~~Katarn~~

Over the next week of travel, Harry rehearsed his lightsaber technique with the training sabers in Kyle's ship; learned his daily lessons and then proved he learned his lessons to Kyle, and learned not just how to fly the ship, but also learned about each aspect of the ship as well. They spoke nothing but Basic to get Harry's brain thinking in it before they arrived.

The ship diagrams were so far beyond Harry's understanding he grew frustrated just trying to learn them, but as with everything else, Kyle didn't seem to care. "If something happens to me you need to know how to fly and maintain this ship," he said, more than once, to a stubborn little boy who wanted to give up.

But the flip side of the in-depth lessons was that the week went by fast. Finally the day came for their arrival on Ossus.

Harry wasn't sure what he was expecting, but the reality felt oddly…disappointing. Ossus was a cracked, desolate world, a victim of a nova caused during a past Jedi/Sith war. The Praxeum that existed there did so in large part because no one else wanted the planet. The Jedi, it seemed, were not as popular as they used to be.

The navcom beeped, and a voice said in Basic, "Incoming ship, this is Ossus Navigation Control. Please state your identity and destination."

Kyle sighed. "Here we go," he muttered. He flicked a switch as said, "Ossus Control, this is Jedi Master Kyle Katarn on board the Preening Crow. I'm visiting the Praxeum, unless there's something more interesting on this dustbowl to look at."

Harry did not understand the long pause that followed Kyle's statement. "Master Katarn," the speaker finally said. "It's an honor, sir. You're cleared to land. The Praxeum Hangar is available."

"Thank you, Katarn out." Kyle frowned as he leaned back in his seat.

Harry said nothing, since he knew his master would not answer, and instead just watched as the Preening Crow cut effortlessly through the planet's atmosphere, descending down across the baked, barren plains of the world until they reached a massive stone ziggurat that was the Jedi Praxeum.

Harry noticed how his master tensed when he spotted a small crowd forming. "Who are those people, Kyle?"

"Jedi," he said, nearly spitting the word.

He brought the Crow down to a perfect landing in a corner of the cavernous hanger bay before standing. "Grab your bag, Harry. We'll probably be here for a while."

"How long, sir?"

"Until you're ready to move on," Kyle said with a casual shrug.

The ramp opened from the side of the ship and the two stepped out, only to be met by a large crowd of beings in brown and tan robes. Harry tried not to stare at the many non-humans in the crowd. The leader, though, appeared human enough. He was a man of average height with red hair going slightly grey at the temples, and beautiful blue eyes.

"Kyle," the man said with a genuine smile. "I thought I'd never see you again."

"Yeah, me too, Ben. How are you?"

"As good as can be." Those compassionate eyes turned to Harry and widened a little. "Who is this?"

"My padawan, Harry Potter."

"Hello," the other man said. "I am Jedi Master Ben Skywalker. Welcome to Ossus."

"Thank you, sir."

Ben continued staring at Harry until the young man flushed, then looked back to Kyle. "What happened to your vow?"

"The Force kicked my nuts until I took him on; it wasn't my idea," Kyle almost growled. The expression softened, though, when he added, "He's a good kid. Had a hard life and a heavy destiny. But you can see why he needs to be trained."

"I can, he shines with the Force. So he is to be trained here?"

"For now, if you allow it. I've not kept in touch with galactic affairs, but his home grew too dangerous for us. He also needs to build his lightsaber."

"He's young for that."

"The Force tells me his battles will start soon."

Ben nodded. "Very well. Will you join me tonight for dinner? There's someone I would like you to meet."

"Of course, Ben." It felt odd for Harry to hear actual, undiluted affection in his master's voice.

"Good, in the meantime I'll have a padwan show you to your quarters while you stay with us."

That night, Harry met the most beautiful and frightening woman in the galaxy. She had long, luscious brown hair and dark brown eyes. She also had a claw-like tattoo that stretched over her left eye down between her eyes, and two more streaks down her cheeks like tears, with a strange mark in the corner of her mouth that made her look like she was smirking all the time. There was an agelessness about her face—she could have been anywhere from thirty to sixty.

"Vestara Khai," Kyle said. "So you finally gave up trying to kill Ben?"

Harry blinked in surprise at the odd remark, but the woman merely nodded. "I have accepted what I am."

"And what is that?"

"I am neither Sith nor Jedi. I am Gray."

"My cousin Allana has begun collecting Force-strong fighters to the Empire," Ben explained with the hint of a frown. "She calls them Imperial Knights, though I and the Council have classified them as Grey Jedi, since they put the needs of the Emperor above the will of the Force. Still, in some ways it has proven effective, and…" He looked down at the woman with a fond smile, "It has brought my wife peace at last."

"Imperial Knights, huh?" Kyle said. "What does Jaina think about that?"

Ben blinked, before shaking his head. "Of course, you wouldn't know. There was a brief Sith resurgence in Imperial Space. Jaina and Jagged fought bravely to save Allana and the crown prince, but in the end they, and Allana's husband Fyric Fel, died. Allana has assumed the position of Regent for Anakin Solo Fel, the next Emperor. It was that attack which made her initially ask the council for more Jedi. When she was refused, she formed the Imperial Knights."

Kyle ran a hand through his stubble. "I haven't seen Allana since she was a kid. What's she like?"

"She's a person, like any other," Ben said with a shrug. "Given her heritage, it is not surprising she is strong in the Force. She loved Uncle Han and Aunt Leia, and loved Jaina so much that when Han and Leia died, she agreed to let Jaina and Jagged adopt her. After all, she was still a great granddaughter of Darth Vader and had a fairly solid claim to the throne. Adopting her and having her marry Jagged's younger brother bolstered that claim. She even admitted it was a decent match, if politically driven."

This time, Kyle shook his head. "You weren't alive when it happened, but Leia almost made a political marriage before Han convinced her otherwise."

"Well, Leia's granddaughter didn't back out, and as a result she now rules the Empire. She has made some improvements. The days of absolute, tyrannical rule appear to have passed. And she engenders loyalty."

"That she does," Vestara said. "She has the loyalty of many—the Imperial Knights will be a Force to reckon with. No more will my old Sith brethren threaten the galaxy, so long as the Imperial Knights stand strong."

Kyle studied the woman intently. "And what of your son? Is he to be Sith, Jedi or Imperial?"

"Anakol is a Jedi," Ben said resolutely, as if the question had been asked repeatedly and that was the only response he could give. "In fact, he is on a training voyage now with Master Geffer."

"Geffer? You mean Bandy Geffer?"

"Yes."

"I am getting old," Kyle muttered.

"Getting?" Vestara said with one elegantly raised brow. "Master Katarn, you've seen a century or more. You are not getting old, you are old."

Kyle shrugged. "It's not the years, it's the distance that gets you."

They settled down and ate in peace. Harry didn't recognize any of the food, but it looked and smelled good. As they ate, he considered what he'd learned. His master was over a hundred years old? He looked better than most men in their fifties, but the Force told him Vestara was telling the truth.

"So the Triumvir is holding still?" Kyle asked.

"For now," Ben said. "It's managed to keep the peace between Alliance and Imperial Space, but at the same time there has been a more definitive split between former New Republic and Imperial space. The Alliance as a functioning government really only extends to the former New Republic systems, while the Imperial Worlds answer directly to the Regent. The Imperial Trimvir really just acts as a liaison between the two parts of the galaxy. It's an imperfect system, but a functional one. Technically Allana is the Imperial Triumvir."

"Luke always did say Allana was going to end up on a throne."

"Many of us saw her sitting on a throne," Vestara said. "My own father wished to kill her because he foresaw her ruling the Empire."

"She's formed a bridge between the Order and the Empire," Ben said. "Those Imperial Knights do still acknowledge the Order, even if they don't give us allegiance. And though Allana is not Empress, as Regent she is the most powerful single person in the Galaxy right now. Good thing I helped train her."

Finally, after the meal was finished and they moved to the living area for drinks (Harry had a fizzcaf that tasted a little bit like a soda), Kyle ran a hand over his closely shaven head. "I'm sorry I wasn't there when Luke passed into the Force. I felt it, of course. In fact, I'm fairly certain he came and visited me after he died. You know Luke, always trying to make everyone else feel better, even after death."

"Yes," Ben agreed. "And did it work?"

"It helped me decide for sure," Kyle admitted. "Your father and I were good friends, Ben, but we did have different approaches both to life and the Force. He urged me to find peace by letting go of the burdens that weighed me down. But I was never very good at laying down my burdens. So instead I walked away from them. I resigned my commission, and as you know stepped down from the High Council, and I'm glad I did. I have found meaning of a sorts on Earth, with Harry here. He is to be my last padawan learner. After him, I think the Force will finally grant me peace."

The woman, Vestara, looked intently at Harry, causing his cheeks to blush. "Does the boy understand what it means to be trained by the last living Jedi from the original New Order?"

"No, and it doesn't matter," Kyle said. "Being trained by Kyle Katarn can as often be a curse as a blessing. I only took this boy because the Force willed it. But having trained him, I know with absolutely certainty that Harry, at least, will never turn to the Dark Side. He is so thoroughly of the light that not even an abusive family could drive it from him. Maybe through him I'll find atonement for many own many failures."

"A prayer, Kyle?" Ben said

Kyle looked down at the silent, watchful Harry and placed a hand on his shoulder. "No, with this boy, it is a statement of fact. He won't just be the last I train, he'll be the best I ever train."

~~Katarn~~

~~Katarn~~

Harry scampered desperately between the legs of the battle droid, using the Force to push himself a little. In doing so, he caused the battle droid to overcompensate as its AI tried to find its target, which sent it tumbling into the other droid Harry was running from in the first place.

Rather than stay and take a breather, Harry rolled immediately to his left to avoid a stunner shot from a third droid, while around him twenty more circled, all shooting incessantly.

Harry ignited his training saber, since he was still studying to build his own, and batted down half the stunner bolts. Of the remaining half, most missed, while he ignored those that hit their target. They only hurt a little.

In the observation window, Kyle stood next to Ben Skywalker and his wife, the former Sith Vestara Khai. Ben winced when he saw Harry hit, while Vestara nodded her approval. "He handles pain well."

"He has a higher pain tolerance than most," Kyle said darkly.

"His Force-use is more instinctual than intentional," Ben noted. "He uses it to keep himself safe, but not offensively. See…what was that?"

Vestara also sucked in a breath as a shimmering blue field former around Harry that deflected five stunners and bought the boy time to slide the legs out from behind a pair of droids.

Kyle chuckled. "A native power. On his world he's part of a small sub-species who call themselves wizards. Bioscans show he has a separate organ in his brain, and energy-producing organelles in the marrow of his bones that charges internal power like a battery. His people use this power to temporarily affect matter on an atomic and even subatomic level—they can change living things into inanimate objects and vice versa. They can create objects out of thin air, even if only for a time. They can do self-powered teleportation. The power is remarkable, although it is of limited scale. When I took the boy in, his watchers attacked."

"Did you kill them?" Vestara asked.

"No, but I did have to use small words and my foot to make them understand why he would be staying with me. But before we left, we were attacked by the planet's Dark Siders, and I'm not ashamed to admit they came damned close to killing me. If not for Harry taking some out with my pistol, they might have."

Below, Harry demonstrated his first use of directed, intentional Force power. Cornered, he stomped down his foot and screamed to direct a blast of Force against one of the droids. The droid made an odd squealing noise as it blew backward, taking a pair of droids out behind it. Harry darted deftly into the opening. "Three minutes," Ben noted. "That's very good for a padawan his age."

"I think he could keep it up all day," Vestara said, a note of admiration in her voice for the boy from Earth.

"No, he's getting tired," Kyle said, being more familiar with his student. "See, there? His technique's getting sloppy." He leaned down and deactivated the program and said into the mic, "Well done, Harry. Go take a shower."

"Yessir!" Harry chirped, breathing hard and drenched in sweat. He left the room at a slow, tired walk.

"So, next is peer-testing," Ben said. "You say he comes from a pre-Space flight world. Can he handle sparring with a non-Human?"

"He'll handle it just fine."

~~Katarn~~

~~Katarn~~

Harry tried not to stare at the girl's tentacles. He knew it was probably rude—like when the older boys at home stared at the chests of the older girls, but he just couldn't help it. They were just so…neat.

The other padawan, who was likely three years or so older than he was, had the most interesting red-orange skin, with large eyes and what Harry thought at first was an odd, ornamental headdress which he soon learned was an actual part of her head. The soft, hollow horns were called montrals, while the odd tails that hung like human hair would were called lekku. Her eyes were framed by round white patches that made her look like an adorable panda bear, complete with sharp teeth.

Otherwise she could have passed for a human girl, especially with her wearing what amounted to a two-piece bathing suit with a little skirt as her training clothes.

For her part, Padawan Ansaki Taan noticed the strange boy's staring and tried to be polite while their respective masters coached them on their approaching duel. She of course had studied the exploits of the famous—and infamous—Kyle Katarn. Considered by many the only First Generation New Jedi to approach Luke Skywalker in power, Katarn was truly a legend in the Order. His was also one of the more tragic stories. For this human boy to be his padawan was a great honor.

But he would not stop staring at her!

Finally, with instructions from her master to go easy on the boy given his limited training and primitive background from a barbarous world, Ansaki took to the center of the training salle, facing her younger, smaller opponent. Still, before she could begin the training duel in earnest, she had to ask, "Why do you stare at me?"

The boy's cheeks colored almost to the color of a Togruta. "I'm sorry," he said. "I've just never seen an alien before."

"Who is alien?" she asked.

He looked confused a moment, before he suddenly smiled. "I guess I am, really. I've never seen a Togruta before. Your head tails are…"

"I've been told humans are bothered by lekku," she said with a dismissive snort.

"I was going to say neat," he finally said. "The way they move, like you almost but don't quite have control of them? Do they feel like fingers and toes?"

She blinked, having never considered that. "They just are. I've always had them so I can't tell you what they feel like, any more than I could describe to you a color you cannot see. I sense with them, like eyes, ears or nose."

"Cool," he said. She did not understand exactly what the word had to do with their conversation, but supposed it was simply a slang term native to his world.

"Are you ready to begin, then?"

"Sure."

"Very well."

She lit her green training blade while he lit his blue one and the two sparred for twenty-six seconds. On the twenty-seventh second, the padawan of Kyle Katarn was kneeling beside her with a concerned expression. "Are you okay? I'm really sorry; I didn't know that would…"

"I am fine," she said, trying hard to tamp down on her anger at being beaten by a smaller, younger, more inexperienced padawan. "That was a very good move."

"Oh, well, thank you." He stood and offered her a hand.

She considered refusing, but her master stood nearby with Master Katarn, her face a blank mask. If she refused, it would make her look childish in the face of defeat. With a sigh, she let the smaller boy help her too her feet, and the two resumed their positions.

"Harry," Master Katarn called to his padawan, "I would like you to work on defense for this next bout, please."

"Yessir!" the boy chirped brightly.

Ansaki tried to believe Katarn spoke thus for the benefit of his padawan, and not to give her a chance to actually attack. Still, her own master merely nodded, so when they began again she attacked hard.

The session was frustrating in many ways. For one, Harry was very small for a boy. He was difficult to corner. While she was physically much stronger than he was, he rarely attempted to meet force with force, instead he used his blade redirect her blows away rather than block them entirely. He was also astonishingly fast.

Finally, growing frustrated, she pushed him down with the Force. Harry's face showed his surprise as he fell, but what happened next confused her. Rather than showing alarm or frustration, he grinned maniacally; the expression was more frightening than if he were screaming at her in rage.

Suddenly, she felt invisible tendrils grasp her lekku and shove them up her nostrils, both at the same time. "Gahhh!" she shouted as the horrid feeling of her own mucus covered her very sensitive digits.

"Master Katarn!" Ansaki's master said. "That was most…inexcusable!"

Katarn looked at Master Shasuu, a human woman of forty years, with a cool glance. "How so?"

"He…he…"

"Improvised, using a non-lethal means to distract and overcome an enemy. You'll notice she introduce Force-use first, and he improvised an ingenious response."

Ansaki, meanwhile, was shaking as she wiped off her lekku. The tails were not just ornamental—they were highly developed sensory organs which each had a strand of cerebral nerve clusters running down their lengths that in effect acted as an extension of her very brain. To be treated in such a way was…disgusting and wrong. She felt completely violated and wanted nothing more than to…

"I'm sorry," Harry said softly. "I didn't know I wasn't supposed to do that."

She glared at his innocent, open expression, filled with sincere regret at her discomfort. His whole Force presence shouted out sorrow, which in itself was irritating given her desire to shout at him. He just looked… She sighed in defeat. The boy looked like an adorable little pet. "It is okay, Padawan. It is a social taboo to handle the lekku of Togruta or Twi'leks. They are very sensitive."

"Okay," he said. "I…they're very pretty, too. I guess I should have told you that too. I was looking at you because you're pretty. Sorry if I upset you."

In the corner, Master Shasuu was still talking heatedly to a calm, uncaring Kyle. "I hope he doesn't kick her head," Harry said.

Ansaki turned and stared. "Why would he do that?"

"When my Uncle Vernon yelled at him like that, Kyle kicked him in the head. He even said he was going to do it, but Uncle didn't believe him. But I'm glad he did—he's taken good care of me and taught me a lot, and I got to fly on a real spaceship and meet real, pretty alien girls and everything." He sighed at the sheer awesomeness of his last week.

Ansaki grinned. "Have you toured the place yet?"

"No, not yet."

"Come on, I'll show you around."

A Primer on the SW Galaxy in The Katarn Side

I normally don't add long notes to stories, but I figure for those of you not familiar with the now defunct SW legends Expanded Universe, it might be helpful.

After the death of the emperor in Return of the Jedi, the Empire shattered into the hands of various warlords while the New Republic began to expand. There was a brief resurgence with a Chiss named Thrawn (the same character in Revenge of the Wizard) but for the most part the New Republic grew and the Empire shrank until eventually the lines stabilized and a reformed Empire opened a dialogue with the New Republic.

During this time, Luke married Mara Jade, a former force-trained Imperial assassin, and had a single child named Ben Skywalker. Han and Leia married and had three children—Jacen, Jaina (twins) and Anakin.

25 years after the events of the Battle of Yavin when the first Death Star was destroyed, the galaxy was invaded by a wildly-overwritten, poorly characterized group of villains called the Yuuzhan Vong. It generated over a dozen really, really bad books by often good authors who struggled with such a stupidly conceived enemy. (I'm not biased, really). In the end, since George Lucas decided to make prequel movies with a hero named Anakin, he ordered that all the books talking about Anakin Solo's destiny be ignored, and poor Anakin Solo died. Much angst was felt by all.

Things continued happening, until sadly Jacen for reasons went dark, started another civil war, murdered Ben Skywalker's mother Mara, and fathered a daughter named Allana. Jaina trained with Boba Fett (who of course survived Return of the Jedi because he's totally awesome) to fight her brother because of reasons, and she finally killed him.

A grieving Luke and Ben then went off adventuring, discovered a lost tribe of Sith and just like his dad, Ben fell for a semi-evil but totally hot bad girl.

And that's the end of the official timeline as far as I know (I didn't even read the last few books). Everything else in this story is speculation of events that are no longer canon anyway, because they fall between the last of the Legacy era books and the Star Wars: Legacy comics that feature Luke's descendant Cade Skywalker.

So, I speculate that Jaina Solo marries an Imperial named Jagged Fel who takes the throne of a reformed Empire. The Empire and the New Republic during the end of the Vong story line formed an Alliance called the Galactic Federation of Free Alliances (whose acronym I'm sure is completely coincidentally the same as a Galaxy Far Far Away), which is ruled by a triumvirate from the Republic, the Empire, and someone else I can't remember and am too lazy to look up. Jaina and Jagged adopt Jacen's girl Allana, and she marries a Fel to bolster her claim to the throne.

So, by the time this story rolls around, Allana Fel, formerly Allana Solo, Leia and Han's granddaughter and a great-granddaughter of Darth Vader, is the Empress Regent of the reformed Empire for her son. Luke's son is the Grandmaster of the Jedi order and his grandson is named Anakol (for reasons) and Kyle is the last living member of the original class of New Jedi trained by Luke Skywalker.

More detail will come in future chapters. Harry will return to Earth, but he has some adventures in the SW verse first.

Thanks for reading.

[Revised because dang I shouldn't try writing fictional history lessons before I've had coffee.]