It took me an additional hour to make physical and digital copies of every Holocron in the Jedi restricted section, my frontal lobe throbbing with pressure despite my supposed immunity to headaches and aneurisms. The upside of my efforts was the fact that I now had a singular Holocron that encompassed all of the Jedi information, forms, etc... And that of the Sith Holocrons and data that the Jedi had scrounged up through thousands of years of conflict with the Sith Empire.
Sifting through the information was quite tiring as each Holocron took about a Terabyte worth of data storage, and there were over one thousand Jedi Holocrons; let alone the several hundred Sith ones. Naturally I haven't learnt everything yet, but that could happen later, after I finished my work...
Work? You may ask... Well, yes, the Jedi weren't only storing Holocrons in the vaults below. You see, after exploring the force and the Galaxy for over 100,000 years the Jedi had horded quite an extensive list of technologies from the Infinite Empire and several other lost civilisations. One of these technologies was an advanced form of computer that was capable of using the force to enhance all of its processes... The perfect concept to enhance Apollo with. I had to stifle my cheshire grin as my mind phased through another layer of the temple and began copying the locked technologies on this new level.
An experimental hyper-space drive that created a bubble around the ship and used a rubber band-like effect to instantly snap into another solar system; no matter the distance, as long as you had the coordinates. The next was a massive space relay that acted much like a Stargate but lacked the frame that a Stargate would require... And then there was a shimmering silver orb that was writhing in the middle of a chamber.
The force warned me of the potential danger as I drew closer mentally. Hatred, agony, despair, madness and a host of other emotions cried out inside the force. It felt much like my experience in learning from Apocrypha upon Korriban except for the fact that the force presences I could sense were a mix of Jedi and Sith, all of them crying out for help. I didn't know what this was and thus i wasn't going to fuck with it prematurely.
Shaking myself from my momentary musings I shifted to the adjacent room and began mentally appropriating the several hundred rare Kyber specimens that I had just detected. All of them were of rare colours and combinations, their frequencies undulating with want, need and desperation to be chosen. The next room was filled with ancient devices that I dully copied and decided to study at a future stage.
On and on this went until I reached several sequestered archives that were hidden behind three large blast doors and droid checkpoints. Using technopathy I started skimming the titles of each digital book. By the end of my quick look I found my mouth open and an expression of shock painted across my face. I hurriedly fixed my gaping and looked through each book more thoroughly.
`Super Weapons, Part 1- Thought Bomb`
`Super Weapons, Part 2- Dark Reaper`
`Super Weapons, Part 3- Centerpoint Station`
`Super Weapons, Part 4- Mass Shadow Generator`
`Super Weapons, Part 5- Star Forge`
I quickly copied all of the information, secured it with several hundred thousand locks and passwords that only my eidetic mind could remember and then hid them under all of the other data inside the USB. Each of those Super Weapons were concerning in their own way and I gathered that just from the first introduction to each of them. My search wrapped up after another few hundred vaults, my mind swirling with the sheer potential of everything I had just found.
Standing up, I sent a small nudge through force towards Sirius telling him that I was going back home to start my project.
Sirius Black- I'll be here annoying the librarian, don't take too long
Drecarios Frost- Don't worry, I shouldn't be long... Maybe an hour?
Sirius Black- Sure Elsa 🙄
Rolling my eyes in response to his emoji I walked towards the bathroom section of the archives, entering a stall that was isolated from the rest. Stretching myself a little from the prolonged stillness, I tapped on the chat-room teleport function and felt myself pulled into my universe and placed carefully at the top level of the Chrysler.
"Oh~! The young master is back...!" I heard Apollo intone in an aged voice, his holographic hands scratching through a long white beard. He was wearing Daoist robes with a Yin-Yang symbol in the middle. In other words, he was cosplaying as the quintessential 'wise-master' from Kung-fu movies or Chinese Fantasy.
"Oh for fuck's sakes... Stop that shit. I had enough of that genre in my past life let alone in this one!" My cry of frustration must have been hilarious to the super AI because he immediately dropped the cosplay and bent forwards whilst holding his stomach... The little shit was laughing!
"Hahahaha, the look on your face! 🤣" He literally summoned a Holographic laugh emoji... 'What has become of my social life?'
"Apollo, we got a project we need to complete as soon as possible." My AI buddy slowly recovered from his chuckles and turned minutely more serious; which wasn't to say he had black hair and a roguish grin.
"Cool! Great to have you back boss. Now, what is this project?" He started tapping his right 'foot' in eagerness, his sun-like aura shining slightly brighter in the darkened top floor.
"I need to alter the Stargate to work across Universes." Apollo brought a hand up to his chin in a thinking pose before he snapped his fingers together as if he had just been given an epiphany.
"In my spare time I have been messing with the Stargate tech, trying to allow them to work between celestial bodies inside a solar system... I've been having some minor setbacks, but If it's just distance that is the issue all we would need is a significant power source and a 9-10 chevron code to access that limited network." Nodding in understanding at his explanation I walked over to the comfy chair behind my desk, sitting down and shimmying into it.
"Great! Now we just need a power source that could allow us to breach between the different universes." I muttered.
"Ah, you see, I was looking into that as well and was able to watch the entirety of the Stargate Series whilst you were away. There is a technology that the Alterans used that created a pocket dimension that they could essentially harvest energy from. ZPMs, or Zero Point Modules is what we need." I looked over at Apollo as he finished speaking, his form blazing like the sun itself despite the fact it was night time.
"Okay, well, I could just create a shit ton of Fission reactions and funnel the energy into a Stargate..." Apollo looked at me as if I were stupid.
"And then only you could use it and we would fail to properly exploit the nature of Stargate's and their engineering. Think about it... If we could place it on an uninhabited planet in whatever universe you came from, we would have an entire world's resources at our fingertips and could thus ensure Humanity reaches the Space Age without any oversight from the stupid politics of the USA and the world at large." His zealous speech finished succinctly and might I say, powerfully. I couldn't fault any of his points.
"Fair enough. Well, let's see if we can use a long string of Fusion reactors from the droid designs to power it for now... I'll look into ZPMs as soon as I can free up some time." Apollo grinned menacingly, which I ignored for now.
"Oh yeah, the universe I went to was the Star Wars universe by the way." The AI looked giddy all of a sudden.
"What era!?" I sighed at his loud question.
"Clone Wars."
He was silent for a moment.
"Yes I became a True Sith, downloaded the entirety of the Jedi Archives and salvaged a bunch of tech from their secret vaults. Here..." I raised my hand and dangled the USB in front of the AI, watching as he salivated at the storage device. "That has the entirety of their database, including their most dangerous tech."
He coughed and quickly directed a droid to grab it from the air and plug it into his primary interface. "You're the best boss around, boss!" He vanished a small poof of sparks, the distant sound of whirring beginning to echo throughout the building.
'Looks like he'll be busy for a while... I guess I'll go fuck around with a few stargates and create this universal bridge.'
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Meanwhile...
Little Whinging, Surrey, England~
Harry shimmered into existence as if he were an errored texture stitching itself to the reality he was re-joining. His consciousness soon followed and he watched as several cars drove past and the tinkling laughter of children could be heard in the background.
A relieved grin stretched across his face as he breathed in the cold British air once again. He was home again. He could finally get back to school... Back to his friends, back to his Hermione...
Taking a moment to bask in his own emotions he slumped to the ground, his back grinding against the grass as he stared up into the thunderous sky. It was another storm-like day in Britain, and didn't that detail just make him feel superb!
The moment had to end though. He had places he needed to be and things that he could be doing. For instance, he had defeated Voldemort and from what he remembered in Hogwarts a History; from when Hermione talked about it, he could be eligible to take everything he owned for himself. That could also include titles, lordships and any assets inside Gringotts.
He soon found himself walking away from the park, his head turning on a swivel given the fact that Grindelwald had escaped and had supposedly started another war, or would be. Nothing jumped out at him however and soon he stood before Number 4 Privet Drive.
The house was perfectly clean and the flower garden spectacularly clean and well arranged. It was the same as always. He looked over at the old hatchback that his uncle owned and felt several hundred painful memories paint themselves across his thoughts before he turned and simply stared at the slightly chipped front door. Uncle Vernon had always wanted him to repaint the door but let his hatred of him get the better of his common sense... It slightly irked Harry for some reason. Fortunately the trip to the other universe allowed him to control his emotions and mind to a level beyond anything Occlumency could achieve...
Raising his right hand he went to go knock the door, stopping before he made contact, letting the arm hang there. He could just leave and they would never know he was back or that he was even alive. He could skip all of the pain and trauma that this meeting may cause and that his connection to the force may exacerbate. With a deep exhale he dropped his clenched fist on the door and knocked, once, twice and eventually a third time.
He waited patiently for his relatives, their shouting reverberating through the walls and floors until it vibrated up his legs and into his ears. In the past he would have flinched at his uncle's shouts, now, he couldn't even feel a twinge of fear at the prospect of seeing him let alone hearing him.
"WE DON'T WANT ANY COOKIES OR SALES PITCHES! GO AWAY!" His uncle's shout boomed through the door and caused a few dogs in the area to bark restlessly.
"It's me uncle Vernon, open the door." Harry stated calmly, his force senses telling him that whatever hatred they once held for him was equal to a leaf on the wind... He really liked the movie that saying came from.
A small, lethargic, gasp spread on the other side of the door before it was pried open just enough for a single eye to peek through the gap.
"H-harry...?" Vernon, was different... Harry noticed.
The man looked slightly less fat, his eyes carrying a haunted quality to them that reminded him of himself when he was thrown into the cupboard as a child. Vernon's arms were minutely more muscled and his frame showing some of the wear and tear of exercise. Harry began to wonder if the Horcrux in his head had really been affecting so many without him noticing.
"Yes uncle Vernon, I am back."
The man slowly blinked his eyes before pulling the door back and silently inviting him inside.
Much like the outside, the inside was almost perfectly clean. There were only a few tells that he could see that showed some magnitude of neglect... A few scuff marks on the walls here and there... Some stains on the floor from where someone had dropped food. It was, crazy, to see the house in such a state; given his aunt's propensity for cleanliness.
Walking into the living room he watched his aunt hover through the kitchen as if she were a long-necked fairy. She was humming a little tune whilst washing dishes and drying them with a hand towel. Looking towards the couch he could see a slightly more fit Dudley watching a boxing match on the television, his fists following the motions of some of the contestants' punches. Things had really changed at Privet Drive...
"P-petunia, guess who is back..." Vernon stuttered out, his tone carrying a hint of deep-rooted guilt and self-flagellation.
His aunt turned to regard her husband and ended up dropping a wine glass to the floor in shock, the crash of glass snapping Dudley away from his TV show to now stare at me in sorrow.
"Hey aunt Petunia..." Harry said lamely as he watched the woman break down into tears, her once hateful gaze filled with nothing but utter sadness, horror and regret.
"H- ... Harry... It's good to see you... I-" She paused and looked down at the ground, wincing. "Let me clean this and, w-we'll try to explain... I suppose..." With a defeated look she tried to move and winced again as a flash of pain flickered across her face.
"Let me, it'll be easier." Harry raised his right hand and called upon the force to lift all of the glass shards.
In moments the hundreds of shards, small and large, swooped up into a small cloud in the air before whipping down towards the counter and forming the shape of the glass it had once been. `Repairo` Harry thought as the shattered appearance of the glass disappeared and the rough edges melded together until the glass was as it once was before.
Licking his lips a little he regarded his only living family, besides Sirius, and watched as they smiled at the display. It was a completely different reaction than he was used to, but that just summed up his entire experience since appearing in that tomb with Sirius...
"Do you feel like eating?" Petunia questioned happily, the smile lingering upon her features.
"Sure... I could eat something." Harry smirked cheekily before walking over towards the dining room table.
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