The Force Reborn:Harry’s Galactic Harem

The neon-lit streets of Nar Shaddaa pulsed with life, a chaotic blend of criminals, smugglers, and mercenaries all looking for their next score. But Harry had no interest in the scum of the underworld—his focus was locked on the small data chip now resting in the palm of his hand.

This chip held answers.

Answers about Project Shadowborn.

Answers about him.

But more importantly, it held a name.

[SYSTEM STATUS]

• Level: 10

• HP: 180/200 (Recovered)

• Alignment: The Grey Force

• Force Ability Progression:

• Force Rupture (Lv. 5)

• Force Synthesis (Lv. 2)

• New Intel Acquired: Encrypted Data Chip – Requires Decryption

• Current Objective: Find a slicer (hacker) to decrypt the chip.

Harry and Zara navigated through the slums of Nar Shaddaa, weaving past spice traders, rogue droids, and gang enforcers exchanging credits for death. The place was a wretched hive of scum and villainy, as some might put it.

Zara walked beside him, her amber eyes scanning the alleys for potential threats. "You sure about this?" she asked. "The Hutts don't like people poking around their business."

Harry didn't slow his pace. "It's not their business I'm poking."

Zara smirked. "Could've fooled me."

At the end of the street, a dingy, flickering sign read: "SKEEV'S TECH DEN – NO REFUNDS, NO QUESTIONS"

Harry sighed. "Charming."

Inside Skeev's Tech Den

The smell of burnt circuits and fried wires filled the air as they stepped inside. The shop was cluttered with discarded droid parts, ancient Imperial tech, and outdated slicing tools.

Behind the counter sat Skeev—a Rodian with oily green skin and wide, glassy eyes that darted between Harry and Zara with suspicion.

"New customers?" Skeev hissed, his voice rasping through a translator device.

Harry placed the data chip on the counter. "I need this decrypted."

Skeev's snout twitched. "Imperial encryption. Not easy. Not cheap."

Harry pulled out a handful of stolen credit chips and dropped them in front of the Rodian.

"Then make it easy."

Skeev hesitated for only a second before greed won out. He grabbed the chip, inserting it into a slicer terminal covered in mismatched wires. The screen flickered as Imperial code scrolled across it, unlocking layer by layer.

Zara leaned closer. "What exactly are we looking for?"

Harry exhaled. "Anything about Project Shadowborn. About me."

The terminal beeped, and Skeev's bulbous eyes widened.

"Ohh… you pissed off the wrong people, friend."

[FILE RECOVERED – CLASSIFIED: PROJECT SHADOWBORN]

The holographic display showed an Imperial research log, dated nearly two decades prior.

A distorted voice spoke:

"Subject 09—Codename: Harrion Varyn."

"Genetic modifications successful. Subject demonstrates abnormal Force sensitivity—unlike Jedi or Sith. Further testing required."

"Orders from Lord Vader: If the subject cannot be controlled, he must be terminated."

The recording cut to an image of a child.

Black hair. Green eyes. Strapped to a medical table.

Him.

Harry's fingers curled into a fist. His entire life—everything—had been engineered, manipulated from the very start.

Zara shifted uncomfortably. "You're not just some Jedi runaway, are you?"

Harry's voice was low, dangerous. "No."

Before Skeev could react, an explosion rocked the shop.

The walls trembled as blaster fire erupted outside. A low, mechanical voice echoed through the chaos:

"Anomaly detected. Surrender or be neutralized."

Zara cursed. "You've gotta be kidding me."

[BOSS ENCOUNTER: PURGE TROOPER SQUAD – IMPERIAL TRACKERS]

• Enemy Count: 6

• Difficulty: High

• Objective: Escape the ambush and secure the decrypted data.

• Bonus Objective: Capture an Imperial officer for interrogation.

Harry grabbed the data chip from Skeev's trembling hands and ignited his double-bladed vibrosword, the crimson glow cutting through the smoke.

"Get ready."

The door blasted open, revealing six armored Purge Troopers wielding electrostaves and blaster rifles. Their dark visors gleamed as they advanced.

"Eliminate the target."

Harry moved first.

With a surge of Force energy, he launched forward, his blade spinning in a deadly arc. The first trooper barely had time to react before Harry's sword severed his arm, sending sparks flying.

Zara fired at another, her blaster bolts ricocheting off their armor.

"These guys are tough!" she shouted.

Harry didn't need reminding.

Another trooper swung his electrostaff, aiming for Harry's ribs. He barely dodged, the weapon's crackling energy grazing his side.

Pain flared through his body, but he pushed through it.

[Skill Activated: Force Synthesis (Level 2)]

• Effect: Enhances speed and reaction time.

His movements became a blur.

With a flick of his wrist, he grabbed one trooper through the Force, slamming him into the wall so hard his helmet cracked.

Another trooper charged—only to meet Zara's vibroknife to the throat.

The last trooper hesitated.

Harry turned, eyes glowing with barely restrained power.

"You have one chance." His voice was like ice. "Tell me what I want to know."

The trooper staggered back, but before he could respond—

A dark presence filled the room.

The air grew thick, suffocating. The neon lights flickered.

Then came the voice.

"Enough."

A new figure stepped through the smoke—cloaked in black, a crimson lightsaber igniting with a hiss.

Zara's breath hitched. "Shit."

Harry's grip tightened on his weapon.

Inquisitor Valen had arrived.

[BOSS ENCOUNTER: INQUISITOR VALEN]

• Level: 18

• Danger Level: Critical

• Objective: Survive the duel.

• Bonus Objective: Wound Valen before escaping.

Valen's golden eyes locked onto Harry.

"You cannot run from your past, Shadowborn."

Her lightsaber spun, the double crimson blades humming with death.

Harry exhaled, his own blade igniting in response.

"I'm not running."

Then he attacked.