The Lone Traveler in a Galaxy Far, Far Away

A/N: This is meant to be mostly humor. It grew from an idea I had at the end of the Lone Traveler Arcadia arc.

Harry made his way into the local bar. He thought he recognized this bar from somewhere but it had been a long time ago. He hoped they took Galleons – cause that's all he had.

Harry made his way over toward the bar. There were people around of all types. It was obvious that this wasn't Earth – at least not Earth of his time. Earth didn't have aliens of all shapes, sizes, and colors. There were a few humans around the edge, he noted.

As he moved to stand next to the bar, he was bumped. He turned and there was an alien snarling in its own language at him, kind of looking like an upright boar – tusks and all. He said, "Excuse me."

Another alien, a bit more humanoid but still looking like he was related to a boar, said, "He doesn't like you."

Harry shrugged. "I'm sorry."

"I don't like you."

"I'm sorry about that too."

"You better watch out! I have Death Warrants in twelve systems! If …"

Before the man could continue, there was a disturbance in the crowd. The three turned and saw that there was a path being made.

Harry recognized the teenager making the ruckus. He sighed. "Hello, Boss."

The beligerant Alien looked at him in horror. "You work for him? For one of those?"

Harry shrugged. "Well … yeah."

The Alien was all of a sudden far less beligerant and obnoxious. "Oh! Well, we're sorry for bumping you and for taking your time." The two aliens then quickly rushed away.

Harry turned to Goth Boy God. "What was that all about?"

God shrugged. "Hello, Harry."

"Hey, Boss. Want something?"

"Water."

Harry turned to the barman who was now standing respectfully waiting for their order. "Two waters." Harry dropped a Galleon on the bar.

The barman nodded in a servile fashion. "Yes, Sir. Right away, Sir!"

The two received their water and then made their way to an unoccupied booth. The crowd, once again, made room for them to pass – acting very nervous.

"Is that a new piercing?" Harry asked curiously, pointing to the nose on the deity's face.

God shrugged and smirked. "I haven't decided if I wanted to get a bigger one yet."

The people around him, who were nervously trying to overhear, moved even further away at that.

"So, what do you want me to do?"

"In about half an hour, an older man and a boy around Joan's age will be riding in to town. I want you to help them to arrange a meeting with those two." He pointed toward a man at another table that had a tall figure next to him, covered in hair.

The two he pointed at looked nervous by being noticed by the teenager dressed as a Goth.

Suddenly, Harry remembered. "Wait! Am I where I think I am?" God smirked and nodded. Harry grinned. "Ooooh! This is going to be fun!"

God smirked and said, "We'll be coming with them – for at least the original part of the trip."

Harry was excited. He had been to one of these universes.

The two got up and went over to the man and the Wookie. "I heard you have a ship," Harry grinned at the human.

"Uh. Yeah."

"We have a commission for you – some up front and some when we get there. My boss here told me you could help."

The man looked resigned and the Wookie howled – quietly.

Harry looked around and saw the bounty hunter who would have accosted Han Solo waiting in the wings. Noting that EVERYONE in the bar was nervous at the sight of this incarnation of God, he felt a sudden impulse – he WAS the son of a Marauder after all.

He called out loudly to the onlookers, "Me and my boss will be doing some business with these two. I hope that doesn't inconvenience anyone?"

There were a lot of "No" and "Of course not!" and other sentiments expressed by the bystanders. God just smirked.

The bounty hunter had been one of those to express this. He soon rushed out to get word to Jabba – Han Solo was now working for one of those. It was probably best to just let things go. Han Solo had far more to worry about than an annoyed Hutt.

Harry looked at Han and said, "Why don't you have your friend get your ship ready? We have to go get the group that's going with us. Will that work?"

Han did not hesitate to agree. "Chewie. Go get the ship ready." Chewbacca, mighty Wookie and veteran of the Clone Wars, did not protest ... at all.

The four made their way out, once again being given wide berth.

The alien who sat around the bar soaking up information to sell decided that certain things should just be kept to oneself. It didn't pay to get involved when one of those was also involved.

When the stormtroopers came in an hour later to make inquiries, he kept his mouth shut.

Harry asked God, "Can you tell me where they're planning on selling their speeder?"

God pointed to a lot down the road. Harry grinned. "Why don't we go and tell the proprietor that it's coming and we hope that he will give a good price for it. Then you can go meet up with Chewbacca. You seem to attract a lot of attention."

God nodded.

The dealer was very quick to agree to give their friends as good a price as he could. God walked away and the dealer was suddenly far less nervous. He asked Harry, "How did you come to be working forHim?"

Harry shrugged and grinned. "He convinced me that it was better that I do certain jobs. I get well-rewarded."

The dealer shrugged. He had heard of the planet where the natives dressed like that. The rewards they gave out were nothing he wanted anything to do with. There was a reason why even the new Empire stayed well away from that system.

Obi-wan Kenobi – Old Ben to his new charge – went over to the landspeeder dealer. He would have to use all of his negotiating skills to get a price sufficient enough to book passage.

So, with confidence, he addressed the man … well, alien, but a man nonetheless.

"Hello. I hear that you buy landspeeders."

The man looked over at another man, who seemed to be just sitting there. That man gave a small nod. The dealer turned back to Ben. "5000 credits. No questions. I don't want to know."

Obi-wan was shocked. He had expected to dicker with the creature and maybe get a couple thousand at most. "Done."

The dealer rushed to get the credits and the other man walked over. Obi-wan was wary – but through the force he could feel no darkness. "Hello. How are you today?"

The man grinned. "I'm well. My boss told me that there would be a man and boy needing some help. I've made a arrangements."

"Oh? And how do you know that I am the right man?"

The man paused. "Long story." Another pause. "Let's just say that we've agreed that you need to be kept away from," and he glanced over at a group of stormtroopers who were stopping vehicles, "Imperialentanglements."

Obi-wan Kenobi was a suspicious person – his past had assured that. But he felt that this was right. Obi-wan HAD been a Jedi – and he was trained to follow the Force.

"That sounds excellent. You know of a ship that till allow us passage?"

The man nodded and pointed to another man who was standing on the other side of the lot. "His Exec is getting the ship warmed up and ready. My boss is with him." Obi-Wan nodded. "By the way, Harry Potter." Harry reached his hand out and Obi-Wan shook it. "The ship's owner is Han Solo. His assistant is a wookie named Chewbacca – Chewy."

Before Obi-Wan could respond, the dealer returned. It was a matter of a few minutes to get the deal finished. The two men, followed by the teenager, turned to join Han. "And you will be called Old BenKingley. And your student will be Luke Himmel – shortened from Himmelwunder. On my planet that means Wanderer of the Sky – no need to draw attention by using such a well known name, you know?"

Obi-wan looked piercingly at Harry. "You know who he is?"

Harry nodded and grinned again – he looked to be enjoying himself. "Oh, you'd be amazed at what I know. And my boss knows everything. He's the one who directed me into your path."

The old Jedi didn't know what to make of that. But, they appeared to be trying to keep the Imperials away so he would accept it – and be ready in case there was treachery.

The four men (one barely so) and two droids approached the ship. Han was expansive – he loved his ship. "This is the Millenium Falcon. Fastest ship in the quadrant. It made the Kessel Run in 12 parsecs."

Ben murmured, "Impressive."

Han went the gangplank and called up. "Chewy! They're here!"

A howl was heard from the ship. Luke was startled and looked nervously at Ben. Ben just nodded his head calmly – wookies were good people.

The group made its way up. "Okay. This is Chewbacca. Let's talk price."

Harry interrupted before Ben could say anything. "4000 now. 15,000 when we get there – maybe more if you stick around and help with a few jobs."

Han thought about it. "Where are we going?"

Ben spoke up. "Alderan."

After a moment, Han said, "20,000 when we get there."

Harry shook his head. "16. That will make 20 total. I think my boss will find that acceptable."

Han looked toward the back where he knew Harry's boss was. "Done."

Chewbacca then growled a few things at Han. Han looked confused for a moment and then turned to Harry. "You boss said you'd do some quick repair work before we left?"

Harry was startled. He seemed to remember that the Falcon had odd issues at odd times.

Chewbacca let out a few more sounds. Han translated. "And to tell you that the droids are hardened too."

"Ah." He looked at the two who ran the ship. "Who knows the ship better – visually? Not specs but the actual way it's supposed to look?"

Han and Chewy looked at each other – they had been working together so long they could speak with a glance. Han turned back. "That'd be Chewy."

Harry nodded. "Why don't all the rest of you except Chewy join my boss."

Luke was curious. "What are you going to do?"

Harry turned and with one of his grins he said, "Let's just say that with the Force – all things are possible."

For the first time in many years, Old Ben felt out of his depth.

The group moved down the passage after C3PO agreed to shut down as soon as they were situated.

When they had disappeared, Harry turned to Chewbacca. "Can you think of the ship and all of its circuits and parts? I'm going to use a force technique to read your mind so that I know the basic structure as well. But I need you to concentrate on it."

Chewy gave a noise sounding confused. "It's too hard to explain. Just go with it. It won't hurt."

Finally Chewy nodded. Harry pulled his wand out and cast the Legimens spell.

After about five minutes, Harry had the imagery necessary. "Okay. Go join the others."

Chewy nodded.

Harry deliberately pulled in as much magic as possible and then performed the spell: Reparo!

Obi-wan – Ben – was considering the creature before him. He hadn't expected THIS when he had gotten up this morning.

"And what is Harry doing anyway?"

Gothboy God (GBG) looked at Ben with a smirk. "He's taking care of some minor issues. You'll see."

Suddenly Ben felt a massive disturbance in the force. Even Luke started looking around as he asked, "What's THAT?"

Ben looked at GBG. "I think that's Harry."

Suddenly, a number of imperfections around the room they were in shuddered – and suddenly the room looked much less worn down.

Han, hearing all the noise, was now worried. "What in the name of the creation is he doing?"

GBG just said, "Wait. As soon as he's done in about two klekkets, we're going to need to lift off as soon as possible."

Han waited for the prescribed time and then grabbed Chewy to get the ship off the ground.

Darth Vader was frustrated. As he listened to reports coming in regarding the search, he noticed a distinct lack of progress. He KNEW they would come here. He had FELT it. But there were no signs.

Suddenly, he felt a massive build up of the Force on the other side of the city. He knew Tatooine and this town. THAT was at the spaceport. He barked to the unit commanders around them. "Come with me!"

The two hours it took to find details would prove costly.

Han checked his instruments as he listened to Chewbacca. "I don't KNOW. I would have expected the hyperdrive to be touchier but it's running as smooth as Dramassian silk.

He listened to Chewy explain what he saw. "And he just waved a stick?" Chewy yowled in agreement. "Wow. I guess it's a good thing that we didn't say no to this job. It's going to save us a ton of credits in parts. It would have been worth it just for that."

Chewy growled a question and Han looked at his second with his classic grin. "No. I'll still take the money. What do you take me for? Some do-gooder?"

Ben was teaching Luke about the Force. After being assured that GBG was NOT going to be unspeakable things to them (those people did perform unspeakable acts regularly), Ben had started taking steps.

Harry was in a quiet conversation with God. R2, fortunately or unfortunately, overheard something which told R2 exactly WHO the oddly dressed teen was.

Harry looked over. "Should we be worried?"

GBG shook his head. "R2 knows how to keep a secret. He's been doing it for fifty years. Right, R2?"

R2 beeped a clicked. GBG nodded. "See? There you go."

Harry shook his head. "You know that I didn't understand that, right?"

GBG shrugged. "I did."

Harry gave GBG a look. "Of course you did. You're you!"

God just gave one of his small smiles.

"Anyway, so the message should be what?"

The Death Star appeared at the edge of the Alderan system. Grand Moff Tarkin spoke to his companion. "You haven't gotten anything from her. It's time to let me try."

Vader nodded in agreement – even though he despised the man, technically he was in charge here.

So, Leia Organa was retrieved from the holding cell so that she could witness where they were.

Tarkin turned. "Now. You have been uncooperative with Lord Vader's simple questions. I think it's time for a pointed lesson."

Leia looked on the screen. She started to feel horror. "What are you doing?"

"Well, the Emperor has given me wide latitude in dealing with your little rebellion. I think an example …"

Suddenly there was a call. "Sir!"

Tarkin, annoyed, turned to the man. "What?" Didn't these people see he was busy?

"There's a freighter in front of us and it's hailing us – Video and Audio."

"Deal with it."

"Um. Sir? It's above my pay grade."

Tarkin motioned the guards to pull Organa back.

"Fine. Put it on the screen."

In front of them, on the large screen, was a man with green eyes and a serious look. "Hello. My name is Gary Seven. To whom am I speaking?"

"I am Grand Moff Tarkin, Military Governor of the Outer Rim of the Galactic Empire."

"Impressive. Your name is well known. My employer asks that you leave this system to his … attentions. He has issue with the planet and needs time to take care of these small matters."

Tarkin was annoyed. "And who is your employer?"

The man, Seven, reached out and flipped a switch. On the screen now was someone that scared Tarkin thoroughly – as much as he tried to hide it. The view was switched back, but the corner still held the employer.

"His name, among my people, is not spoken aloud but by a few religious zealots who try to embrace his values according to their interpretation. Others try to avoid them, but of course they do NOT try to offend them."

Seven flipped another switch and the word "Muted" appeared on the small corner. "His name is Jehovah." Seven flipped a switch again and the "Muted" disappeared. "I hope you can accept that."

Tarkin was now very agreeable. He had heard rumors of a "Jehovah" – but they were hushed quite quickly. "Of course. Can you describe the issues?"

"Well, the Senator from this planet has some insurrectionist friends on a planet called Dantooine. They've been a nuisance. My employer wanted to deal with the problem at the source." Seven paused. "Perhaps with your considerable resources, you might deal with the planet in question? He only demands that you help us to … acquire this Organa woman so that we may … educate her properly. As little good as that will do her."

Tarkin looked over at the slip of a girl who had long been a thorn in the Empire's side. She appeared to be quite terrified of the image on the screen. Yes. He would allow it – and make sure that the galaxy knew exactly to whom she was given.

It would provide its own lesson.

Tarkin turned back to the screen. "That is acceptable. Land in bay 147 – a tow-beam will guide you. We have the Organa woman and she will be yours. We only ask that she no longer be available to direct the malcontents among her people."

"Oh. You can be certain. She will not be around on this planet. We will … ask … that they show proper respect for those that properly lead them."

The image cut out. Tarkin turned to Vader. "Well. Alderan shall no longer be a problem." He turned to the guards holding the woman. "Deliver her with the Empire's complements."

Leia screamed. "No! You can't!"

Tarkin looked at her with disdain. "You will find that I can."

He then dismissed her from his attentions and turned to his bridge. "As soon as the transport carrying our guest is away, set course for Dantooine. We shall take care of it directly."

Leia had to be delivered stunned and bound, such was her terror. Harry then directed the Falcon to land on Alderan so that the rest of his money could be gotten.

Harry was curious though. "Won't they just destroy that planet and kill whoever is there?"

GBG gave Harry a very deep look. "It was Leia's Free Will. She had already decided that she would sacrifice Dantooine to save Alderan. It was a good choice. It means millions instead of billions dead. It's not right, and it's not easy, but the scales balance better this way."

GBG turned and started toward his room. He spoke over his shoulder, "Of course, there is the fact that I might have started a rumor in Jabba the Hutt's palace that the Empire would reward those who were in charge at Dantooine. He immediately moved his whole court there as well as calling in every resource he could to take over the place. Many of those that refuse to cooperate are even now using every resource they can to get off the planet and away. And Dantooine happens to be very strong with the Dark Side of the Force – many Jedi who trained there in years past eventually turned."

Tarkin looked at the planet on the screen. There were a number of ships that he knew had heavy firepower in orbit. A number of ships of poor design were escaping. It was obvious that somehow word had gotten out. The terror was palpable. He casually said to the weapons station commander, "Fire!"