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I hope you like this chapter. I wanted to explore a different point in time within Star Wars whilst having it unique so I hope this works out for everyone, if not, well, meh~.
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Flecks of black and white whizzed around in the darkness behind my eyelids, my attempts to stymie a conniption failing spectacularly. I had just finished having a conversation with Elon Musk and he was so fixated on making life multi-planetary and exploiting the wonders of space that it was almost annoyingly positive.
The man had the right ideas and had a lot of money to reinforce his ideals but he just seemed to be chaotic. At first we had begun speaking on the scarcity of resources that could be experienced in the future, a problem we disagreed upon. You see, he believed that we would run out of natural resources within the next decade or two, something I knew was false as there were thousands of timelines where that didn't happen at all. The line of thinking was similar to Thanos's in the MCU.
I tried to explain that we hadn't even spread over 20% of the landmass of Earth and yet he ignored me and sharply turned the conversation into a discussion on space exploration and the potential of chips inside peoples' brains. By the end of that talk I was wanting to disassemble him and reassemble him just to get him to focus on one thing at a time. Unfortunately for me the meeting continued for another hour...
It didn't get better either... He was fixated on my new spaceships and whether they would become commercially viable for requisition, fancy speak for he wanted to buy some. Rejecting his request to purchase a spaceship made the man a little pissy but he settled down when I explained my goals and the potential for cooperation, if I needed to outsource some minor RND stuff. And that is how I found myself sitting back in my office chair half an hour after he had left, groaning as I recalled his erratic exit.
"Discordia... Remind me never to get trapped alone with Elon Musk unless we're in a room with other people." My secretary droid giggled at my tired tone, marking my words down on a tablet she usually held under her arms.
"Done, sir. Now, If you could please proceed in procuring more technology for the company?" I groaned even louder now, my throat feeling dry and my day feeling ruined.
"Do I have to do it now...?" My tone didn't seem to impress her as she just stared dryly at me.
"Of course not, sir. Of course, you told me that should you whine or complain that I am free to call Tony Stark and introduce myself to him." I immediately sprung up and forwards, staring at her wide-eyed and slightly desperate.
"NO! No, I won't let him corrupt you... He's already corrupted too many..." A shiver crawled up my spine at the idea of Tony exposing her to jazz music or something even more dastardly, such as sexual culture.
She grinned widely. "Then you should have no issues in procuring technology, sir?"
Narrowing my eyes I huffed out my agreement before walking out of my office, Discordia trailing along behind me as the noise of hundreds of protocol droids shuffling about reached my ears. They were a new addition and would effectively become the HR department of Frostborn Dynamics.
Harry Potter- Ummm, hello?
My eyes widened significantly as I somehow found out for the first time that we had another new addition to the group. Discordia noticed my surprise but stifled her interest as she was met by an R-2 unit that was beeping exceedingly fast at her.
No one answered him. We were all busy, yet again. Jester was fine from what I could understand and had even managed to become heroes of an entire empire/kingdom, how they managed that I don't fucking know...
Drecarios Frost- Hello, welcome to the chatroom... Sorry you didn't get an immediate response, a lot of us are busy and currently logged off
Harry Potter- Thank Merlin... Do you know where I am?
I paused for a moment, my hand hovering over the screen before I responded.
Drecarios Frost- Have no clue. But, if you need help I can pop over real quick?
There was a silence in the chat before he spoke again.
Harry Potter- SHIT! HELP, MY GODFATHER IS BLEEDING OUT AND I DON'T KNOW ANY HEALING SPELLS!
Drecarios Frost- I'll be right there!
Turning on the spot I rushed over towards Discordia and grabbed her by the shoulders, her eyes widening in alarm before narrowing at the expression I wore. I didn't know how I looked currently but It must have worried her.
"Give me all the information on human anatomy you can." She nodded and paused for a moment, her positronic brains connecting to every medical server and database in the world.
I didn't even wait for her to finish as I copied the information as soon as it entered her memory banks. The information would usually fry a human's brain but failed horribly when it came to mine, thanks to the immunity from headaches and brain damage I had received.
|ATTENTION!|
|EMERGENCY MISSION FOR DRECARIOS FROST HAS BEGUN!|
|MISSION: Save Sirius Black|
|TIME LIMIT: 1 minute|
|REWARDS: Creation of a Magical Core inside Drecarios Frost's Body|
Grimacing at the time limit I wrapped up all the basic information, let go of Discordia's shoulders and immediately triggered the teleportation function. The sensation was akin to being sucked down a long tube and then scrunched up until you were thrown and then stretched out once again... Especially at the speeds I was doing the cross-universe travel at.
With a gasp of sound I stumbled out into a matte grey chamber that was faintly lit by dull red lights at the corner of the room. Looking around I found several statues that lined the chamber and held lightsabers in front of them. Depictions of the sith empire splayed around the room, long abandoned to dust and grime. Blinking away my surprise I quickly looked towards the centre of the room where I found a fifteen year old boy hanging over the bloodied body of his Godfather.
Rushing over I quickly skidded onto my knees next to the wounded Wizard and immediately scanned his body. He was suffering internal haemorrhages in his lungs and his heart was cut as well. He would die within seconds, if I couldn't stop it.
"Please! Please save him!" The boy with bright emerald eyes cried towards me in desperation as he held Sirius's body limply in his arms. Nodding at him I slowed down my perception of time and began the process of knitting all the internal damage back together with fresh materials, sourced from his own fat-stores. The heart was an easy fix and took less than a milliseconds to fully 'heal'. His lungs were slightly more complex but were also fixed in milliseconds. The man had lost a lot of blood though so I copied his blood and simply created an optimal amount of 5.7 litres. He would no longer bleed out and his internal injuries were fixed.
Licking my lips I looked over his external chest wound and quickly began 'scraping' away any infection or bacteria with my molecular control, healing the layers of skin and muscles as I went. With a final once-over I confirmed that he would survive his injuries and would wake up in a little while.
"Done... Hooo boy, that was a different experience!" Harry was staring in awe at the state of his Godfather, the man's breathing much smoother now and all his blood now gone. The parlour in the man's face had also returned now.
"T-thank you sir, thank you so much!" He started tearing up as he hugged Sirius close, his frame looking small and fragile against the man's unconscious form.
"There is no problem Harry, I'm glad I could help in such a short amount of time."
|MISSION COMPLETE!|
I paled a little at the message.
|DISPENSING REWARDS!|
"Oh, fuck... Harry, I will probably be in pain for a little while. This is a part of the chatroom and-" I stopped for a moment as a burning in my lower stomach started spreading up to my diaphragm. "I'll explain the rest later. Fuck." I bent forwards and clutched my chest as ,whatever the chatroom was doing started poking my internal organs.
"Merlin... Are you alright?" I tried to smile at him but I felt it come off as a grimace instead. My breath was unsteady and gasped as the poker that was this reward twisted in my stomach and eventually began cooling off.
After a minute straight of agony and barely contained grunts the pain subsided and I could now focus on the new feelings spreading through my body.
"Ohhh... This is what magic feels like..." Harry gawked at me openly, my senses providing me a small readout on his mood, which was something between utter exhaustion and immense surprise.
I looked down at my right palm and found a curling mass of golden light or energy tendril upwards from my hand. It was like Gon's hair in Hunter X Hunter but purely magic, it was insane. Looking over at Harry I could see the billowing sun that was his magic wrapping tightly around him like a set of armour or perhaps a small cube that resembled a cupboard.
Acknowledging the new feeling and how it was interacting with my other powers, I quickly sat up onto my haunches. Looking around I found the room was practically seething with unrestrained power, a dark red light softly ebbing and flowing around Harry and I, as if it were a sentient being that was poking an odd creature or object.
"Well, as desperate as our circumstances of meeting were, are, I'd like to say it's nice to meet you." I extended my hand towards Harry and watched as he awkwardly did the same, meeting me for a handshake that lasted all but two seconds before he rescinded his hand.
"Can you get us back?" His voice echoed amongst the ebbing and flowing tide of magic causing the entire current to rippled backwards.
"I don't think so. The veil you probably stepped through doesn't seem to be around here and we don't know which version of your universe you came from to get help from one of our resident Multiverse Hoppers." His shoulders slumped as he looked down at Sirius.
"I can't tell Hermione my feelings or even see my friends again..." He solemnly spoke into the silence. Once again he hugged Sirius to him, a few tears striding down his cheeks in messy tracks.
Standing up I began assembling a plan. Harry and Sirius were in the Star Wars universe alongside myself, neither had information or items from their own world to ensure they could fully prosper. I needed to tell Harry about the chatroom still and I needed to stay with them to help them out. I could bring them back to Marvel but we would lose access to this universe and that could be detrimental to the chatroom's future expansion and prosperity... Fortunately, Apollo and I had created a single gadget for these types of scenarios.
"Apollo, I need you to see if you can find any signals or communications." I looked down at my new watch and found a Chibi-version of my best friend giving me thumbs up before a sonar-like animation started displaying.
"Who are you talking to?" Harry was looking at me in confusion.
"My artificial intelligence. It is currently searching out any technological signals so we can find somewhere safer to rest up." Looking down at my watch I found a large red 'X' pop up, showing that there were no signals in the area that he could detect.
"Hermione spoke to me about artificial intelligence, she said it was just science fiction..." I chuckled.
"For your level of technology, for sure. My AI is a reward straight from the Chatroom, meaning it can break conventional logic. Even my friend has an AI, though his is far less advanced." The boy looked utterly flabbergasted by my statements.
Sighing, I told him about the basics of the Chatroom and the members. I reintroduced myself and began explaining multiverses to him, which took far less time than I thought it would as he immediately conjured a comparison between different iterations of spells in Defence Against the Dark Arts Class.
Eventually we returned to silence and I began examining the chamber. Harry was still looking over Sirius, holding his wand in his right hand and dripping with sweat from the combat they both just exited.
The room was definitely Sith in origin and looked like something from the game SWTOR. It was heavily dusted and looked abandoned. Unfortunately there was orange-yellow sand that clung softly to the edges of the far entrance, the metal door somewhat rusted. Why was this unfortunate? It meant that we were probably in the one place that Jedi couldn't help us, Korriban. The birth place of the Sith Empire, at least in the time of the Old Republic.
In the middle of the chamber was a tomb that was just as dilapidated as the rest of the room, it's lid cracked with dark magic seeping slowly out of those fractured sections. The odd thing about it was the lack of feeling ascribing itself to the phenomena. It was as if it was just happening, a natural aspect of existence. Luke most certainly wouldn't like me anywhere near the Sith, considering my past...
"Shit. Harry, we need to move. This is a Sith tomb." The boy glanced towards me, nodding as I finished my worried statement. He scooped Sirius up in his hands before walking over towards me.
"Now, now... What is the rush, acolytes...?"
An almost serpentine voice whispered from the middle of the expansive chamber. I withheld a shiver and quickly created a lightsaber, using the power source in my watch to facilitate the creation of new matter.
"Do not listen to him Harry, these Sith are corrupted, vile... They fed into their desires far too much and fell into tyranny and depravity." I waved my hand towards the rusted Doonium door and immediately atomized it, causing a gout of sand to flow into the room.
The boy quickly nodded and rushed out as I looked at the spectre hovering above the tomb. It could barely be considered a man. One could only equate it to a spectre or mere hollow of what used to be a man. The wicked, spiritual, carcass of an entity that had long ago succumb to death's embrace.
"Why do you shelter him from the TRUTH!? Are you so blinded by your pitiful beliefs that you hope to crush the hopes and dreams of a potential SITH!!!!???"
The voice screeched out in maddened agony, the ebbing flows of red magic spiking into harsh tsunami like waves that smashed against the tomb instead of me. A harsh scream of pain followed the movement before the figure faded into nothingness... Whatever the tomb was, it was holding the spectre back from doing anything.
I simply followed Harry out of the chamber, catching up to him as he reached the main exit.
As I reached his side all I could see was the orange-yellow sand of Korriban and the monolithic ruins of the past Sith academy in the distance. In the sky a single ship could be seen lowering into orbit.
"Holy shit..." Harry swore as we both stared out at this foreign world.
"Holy shit, indeed."
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