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Then Aayla ducked underneath his legs, racing towards Harry and the injured Wulo.
Sliding into cover she grabbed up the blaster Alecto had dropped, and began to fire downrange methodically. She wasn't as good a shot as the Duros youth, but she didn't really have to be in this kind of environment.
Beside her Harry gestured forward with both hands, and all of the bits and pieces he had transfigured suddenly lifted themselves up off of the floor. They flew forward, smashing with bone shattering force into the cultists at the far end of the corridor.
He couldn't keep it up for long, not since he was already tired from having conjured them into being already. But the Force was still swirling around Harry as he let go of that spell. Even as the survivors of his attack pulled themselves out of the rubble and began to fire again, he concentrated hard on his happy memories, the memories he had made with Aayla, with his mother, shaped and guided by the memory of Lily explaining a spell from their world once on the trip to the Explorer.
But Harry was tired, his mind and body unable to go on even if the Force within him was willing. He began to falter, the Force around him shivering as it threatened to dissipate in his grip. Then Aayla's free hand suddenly found Harry's. He turned slightly to look at her for a moment and she nodded fiercely at him, not understanding what he was trying to do, but giving of her own energy somehow in a way that neither could have explained at the time. Later there would be consequences of that brief moment of total Force power cohesion, but right now they had no time or concentration to notice it.
Regathering his control and concentration Harry reached for the magic or the Force or whatever it was and shouted two words, the words of the spell that Lily had been teaching him for several weeks now coming to his mind, guiding further by the thought, Defend us! "Expecto Patronum!"
The Force sharpened, singing out in a single peeling note like a bell felt by every Jedi or youngling in the star system. And suddenly between Harry, Aayla and the attackers there stood a massive silver clad knight in shining armor, in one hand he held a lightsaber, in the other a massive tower shield. It stood so tall its head nearly scarped the ceiling, and its bulk nearly pushed Quinlan into the side of the corridor.
It shone silver from head to toe, and gave off a feeling of fierce protectiveness and determination, bolstering the feelings of all the younglings behind it. Some of them even cheered as they saw it, not understanding what it was, only that the vision was on their side.
The phantasm stalked forward, the blaster bolts coming towards it impacting his armor with no apparent damage. Its lightsaber flashed, hitting more like a heavy thick blade than a lightsaber, but it still did a lot of damage, bisecting four attackers before it was in among the others, hurling them back, slicing and attacking with feet and shield.
Lily stared at it, then down at her son, shaking her head in amazement at what Harry could do once again. Then she gasped, moving forward to lay hands on both him and Aayla. "Harry!" Blood had begun to drip out of Harry's mouth, his nose, and even from his eyes as he poured all of the magic he could sustain into the spell. Next to him Aayla went to one knee, her head throbbing, a small trickle of blood appearing from her own nose as she forced her eyes closed, trying to concentrate and retain the flow of power she was pushing into Harry but which she still barely understood.
The attackers were still drugged up to their gills however. The drugs in their bloodstream killed all thoughts of self-preservation, turning pain into pleasure. They still charged forward, unmindful of the seventy-odd of their fellows that had already died in this one corner of the larger battle. As Harry and Aayla began to succumb to their exhaustion the apparition began to lose its form and they began to push past the silver sentinel, heading towards Quinlan.
But then Master Yoda and Master Fay were there. The two Masters struck with a fury that few who knew of her would have countenanced from Master Fay at the very least. Her force power lashed out, smashing man and debris aside with the hand of a giant, flattening them in place. But for the most part she simply brushed them aside to race towards Harry, Aayla and the other younglings.
Master Yoda was everywhere, slashing cutting flashing through the battle a tiny but unstoppable whirlwind of destruction. Bodies and bits of bodies seemed to explode away from him, as he bounced around the corridor, cutting the last of the attackers into pieces.
As the last attacker fell to his blade, Yoda turned to face the swiftly dissipating silver apparition, staring at it as he deactivated his lightsaber, using it for a moment as if it was a glimmer stick. "Fascinating this is," he murmured taking in what his Force senses could tell him of the construct, which radiated to him like something out of the old tales of Force Light and other physical manifestations of the Light side of the Force. And it was built of the Light side, the feelings radiating off it told him that.
Fay however had something else on her mind, catching the two youngsters as they fell, gathering both into her arms. Yoda joined them, projecting before him a feeling of wellness and protection much like the apparition had, only somewhat more diluted, calming the younglings still watching from the doors further down the hallway.
Both Jedi looked up as Lily reached down frantically trying to touch her son's face, shouting his name. "Harry, Harry, can you hear me!?"
The desperation in her tone almost brought a reflexive frown to Yoda's face, the amount of attachment and familial connection between the two startling him for a moment.
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