Ahsoka had gone to sleep composing that list in her mind, and was picking up right where she left it. She found it incredibly easy to do; not only to make that list, but to remember it and every single event that inspired each bullet on her list. She realized this was one of the benefits from all the effort and time she had been putting into occlumency for the past two weeks.
Harry came out a few moments later, hair still tousled and damp and with an empty plate in his hand. Then there was a small burst of the Force out of nowhere and suddenly the plate was heaped with food. That made her blink, despite how often such things happened with Dobby around these past few weeks. Apparently she was not yet as inured to it as she had thought.
"Thanks, Dobby," he said to thin air.
There was silence at the breakfast table, with Harry seemingly oblivious to it. Shaak Ti had never seen food appear out of thin air, and she was also keenly aware that Ahsoka thought nothing of it, and Aayla had only acknowledged the strangeness for a moment before returning to her own meal.
Harry only took a few bites of his own, before he waved his hand, and an old-fashioned calligraphy pen and a roll of parchment appeared in his hand. He flattened the parchment out, checked it for something, and began to write upon it Finally, Ahsoka broke the silence by asking curiously "Why are you using something like that rather than a datapad?"
Harry blinked at the question and then laughed a little. "I'm just old fashioned in some ways I guess, even by the standards of my world. I actually keep telling myself that I'll convert a lot of my observations and findings to datapad, to say nothing of my library of books, but I just never get around to it,"
"Why don't you get a droid to do it?" Aayla inquired, thinking of the odd protocol droid on his ship.
Harry snorted, "The contradictions and concepts in what's in half of these would cause Minnie's logic circuits to melt. To say nothing of the books that can only be read under certain lighting, time of the year, or while performing certain actions,"
Ahsoka frowned but had a thoughtful look on her face, "You know, if that is a serious problem you're facing, I could update her logic to handle… odd things,"
Harry snorted. "It wouldn't do any good. Magic … and logic sometimes just flat out don't like each other,"
Any further discussion was cut off as a beeping sound filled the area. Ahsoka only took a moment to recognize it as Dobby reappeared next to the table.
"Master Harry Potter sir be having comm call from ship beeping at him." Dobby reported. It took a few moments for Harry to process that statement, as he was concentrating on the parchment in front of him and the notes he was jotting down. Harry looked over at Dobby curiously. He had no idea who would be calling him.
"Not expecting a call?" Ahsoka asked based on his expression, pulled out of her own thoughts, but distracted from her intent to question him for some context on his history.
"No, almost no one has credentials that would cause this one to beep." Harry shook his head absently as he got up from the table and moved to a desk in the corner of the room. Harry pushed aside some books and one large crumpled up blanket to show a comm station. The items seemed to have been tossed there carelessly rather than deliberately, but clearly there was a message waiting at the comm station given the telltale flickering red light on it.
The girls all watched his communication with undisguised interest.
Harry curiously opened the signal, noting it was a communication from the Gryffindor. He made no effort to quiet or hide the conversation from the other people in the room.
Minnie's distinctive odd shaped image popped up, and seemed to waste no time in pleasantries. "Mr. Potter you have an urgent message routed through your accounts. We received it last night, and I apologize for the delay. The computer reformat did not include your standard notifications. I was not made aware of it until my morning systems check."
"Alright, Minnie, patch it through." Harry replied, tilting his head and waving aside the droid's apologies.
Minnie's face was instantly replaced by a cowled and obscured figure that constantly fizzled, indicating the message was sent with haste without concern for quality. However despite distortion anxiety and stress was evident in the voice.
"I don't know who you are or what the frak you've gotten me into," the figure started with a trace of anger in its voice.
It took Harry and Ahsoka a moment to realize who it was, but clearly it was a sent message rather than an open call because the voice continued.
"I've got hunters and bots after me left and right. There's a bounty out for any information that may lead to me." The figure paused a moment and looked left and right as if expecting to be attacked at any time.
"I've got a hit on the information on that primary name you told me to track down, but it stirred up a whole frakking nest of angry gundarks. You have to find me if you want this information, because I'm damned near out of options to get myself out of this. I'm hiding out in one of my last safe houses on the off chance this heat dies down. Find me fourteen levels below where we initially made contact. Speak with a mechanic named Nllr Dep, he's easy to spot, he's got a robotic leg. The password is the same one you used when we first met." "If you really want this information, you're going to have to come to me and get me someplace safe. I've already lost three of my bolt holes. Whoever I pissed off looking for this information wants me badly. I can't even escape the moon. Suffice it to say, if I survive, we're definitely going to be discussing price."
The call disconnected and Harry stared at the terminal in disbelief as he processed the call and replayed it in his mind.
"Harry?" Ahsoka started, her voice quiet and concerned. She could feel the shock and confusion in him.
Her voice seemed to snap him out of his shock, but Harry didn't respond to Ahsoka, instead merely said two words which all three females, who possessed extremely advanced hearing heard.
"Holy shit," he whispered.
He shook himself, and keyed up the comm channel to his ship, "Minnie."
"Yes, Master Potter." The droid's voice came back almost immediately.
"Start a systems check for takeoff, now." He ordered, without preamble.
"Yes Sir." The droid replied. "May I ask wh-"
"No." Harry cut off the droid and then killed the com connection. He spun, walking past the table. "Dobby!" He shouted. completely ignored the Jedi sitting at the table.
Dobby popped up floating next to him this time, drawn by the urgency in his voice, he didn't make any smart comments or jokes.
"Get everything ready to go, I want to be out of atmo in twenty minutes tops."
"Harry?" Ahsoka repeated with a frown on her face. She could feel a whole cascade of emotions from him. Shock and confusion still rode freely, but anxiety, anger were also mixed in.
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