Darth Marrs - The Lord of Light

The Lord of Light

Another Fanfic by Darth Marrs

Author's Note: This is another sequel of sorts to my story Harry Potter and the Four Founders. Like Forever Mage , it is a sequel only in the sense that the events of HP&FF and Forever Mage form the cannon history I will use with Harry's past. The plot device used at the end of HP&FF is also the means by which I introduce Harry into the SW universe. That means that there will be a polygamous relationship in this story, and lots of space sex. If you did not like either of the previous fics, you probably won't like this one either. If you are a Han Solo/Leia shipper, you most definitely will not like this story. It also bears some similarity to Four Founders in that it has humorous elements in the beginning, but does become more dramatic and serious as the story progresses. You've been warned.

In order for this story to work for you, I must ask for a certain willing suspension of disbelief. So please ignore the opening lines of all the Star Wars movies that say: "A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away." The story takes place approximately one year before the events in Star Wars: A New Hope (1 BBY in Warsies Parlance). Luke and Leia are both 18.

Edit 11/11/2011-While the word count may be quite large, please keep it in mind that in addition to the official edition of this story, I have also included a completely separate version as bonus chapters at the end. So the actual word count is closer to 140,000 than the number you see.

Chapter One: The Forever Mage

Pain.

He always woke to pain. The first time, the pain shattered his soul with echoes of death and rebirth. Agony at a cellular level penetrated his whole existence and drove him to the edge of sanity before the cool, healing touches of his wives calmed it.

The second was no better than the first. The pain was laced with broken memories of failure and loss. The third and fourth times were slightly betterthe memories were of love and life, and the healing touch calmed the agony of the rebirth.

Others followed, one after the other. Hundreds. Thousands. Tens of thousands, until the last one. That last rebirth was not just painted in agony, but also in desperation and need. Everything was ending. The gods themselves had declared war, and they called on him not just to fight those gods, but to hold off the end of existence itself. By then they were so different from him, and yet he could still feel the magic within them.

And nowhe opened his eyes for the first time. He should have felt the anchoring bonds of the five who summoned him. He rarely retained memories from those first few minutes after the rebirthing, but he did retain half-remembered glimpses of five beautiful women with dark hair, dark eyes, and low, alluring voices calling out to his power. He remembered the feeling of new bonds forming to anchor him into this new life and strengthen him, but then all the anchors were abruptly, brutally cut. It was the last he rememberedthe feeling of his bonds being severed. The women who revived him were dead, why wasn't he?

When he sat up, he found himself on a featureless white table in the center of a featureless white room. The table surface was soft and antiseptic. He felt a twinge in his arm and looked down to see a tube sticking out of his arm. He pulled it out without a thoughtwhatever they were pumping into him was doing nothing to help. He felt weak and disoriented, much more than he should have. Again, he knew this was because of his bonds being severed so soon after his rebirthing.

He looked around him and saw that the only occupant of the room beside himself was a robot of sorts on wheels. He stood gingerly and held onto the table for a moment to regain his balance before stepping toward the robot.

"Do you have speech capability?" the young man with messy black hair and green eyes asked.

"Yes, sir," the robot said in a calm, older woman's voice.

"What language am I speaking?"

"Galactic Basic, sir."

He pondered that for a moment. "There were five women when I first woke. Do you know what became of them?"

"I'm sorry, sir, I do not know."

"What is your designation?"

"M-D7D."

"I'll call you DeeDee, then."

"As you wish, sir."

"What are your orders?"

"To keep you sedated, sir."

The young man snorted, and then leaned more weight against the table in an effort not to collapse. "How is that working out for you?"

"Obviously not well, sir. Your body metabolized the anesthetizing agents with greater and greater efficiency until they ceased to be effective. However, my sensors indicate you are in physical distress."

"Yeah, noticed that myself. How long have I been out?"

"It has been three standard days since you arrived, sir."

He nodded and looked around the room. "I'm assuming I'm being watched?"

"That would be a safe assumption, sir."

"Can you tell me where I am?"

"Unfortunately no, sir."

"How 'bout what planet?"

"You are on Imperial Center, sir."

"That doesn't mean much to me, DeeDee. Can you give me some context?"

"This planet was previously known as Coruscant. Prior to that it was known as Notron. It is and has been the political hub of the galaxy for many millennia. Currently it is the capital world of the Galactic Empire. It is the sixth planet of the Coruscant System, a system that contains eleven worlds. Coruscant itself has four moons and eight large Orbital Solar Energy Transfer Satellites whose primary function is to keep the world warm enough to be habitable. Current population is estimated to be at or near one trillion beings."

He blinked and stared at the droid. "One trillion? Wow. So, why am I here?"

"I do not know, sir."

"How 'bout food? Am I allowed to eat?"

A slit in one featureless white wall opened to expose a tray of steaming food. He didn't recognize anything on the tray and the smells were odd, but he was hungry enough to try anything. He was pleased to find a three-tined fork on the tray, along with a tumbler of water.

"Thanks," he said as he placed the tray on the bed he woke up on. He stood and ate the food eagerly. "Strange stuff, but it tastes good enough." He paused on one bite, then shrugged and continued eating. "I don't know what type of drug they put into the purple stuff, but you can let your bosses know that it won't do anything to me."

"I will, sir," the robot said.

He finished eating and replaced the tray in the slit. "So, am I going to have to shit in a corner or are there facilities?"

Another corner of the wall spun on a central access, exposing a white bowl. "Some things are universal," the young man said with a laugh.

He took care of business and noticed that instead of toilet paper, the bowl actually shot an intense spray of a sanitizing agent that, upon evaporating in a second after contact, left him feeling as clean and dry as if he'd just toweled off after a shower. He stood and looked down at the bowl in admiration. "Okay, that was pretty cool. M' bums so clean I bet even my farts would smell good."