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AN: Here is Chapter 4, hope you enjoy it, I put in a few reactions to what had happened in the last Chapter.
An Sionnach Rue: Sorry if I am mistaken in what I saw, your request was a bit open-ended from my perspective, but I'll do my best. ROB generally means Random Omnipotent Being, I've usually seen this being used as the reason behind Self Insert (SI) Stories because the main character got yanked and at least meets the ROB that did it. Also, the B of ROB can also mean Bastard or Bitch, depending on what the ROB has done, how it appears to the character or how it acts. Hope that explains it.
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"I trust that you understand the nature of your Orders, Inquisitor?" Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith, commanded, not really questioning that the Pau'an male before him nodded, bowing his head deeply as he kneeled on the ground.
"Yes, Lord Vader." The Inquisitor intoned from the ground of the Executor Briefing room as Vader nodded in turn.
"Then you may begin immediately." With that, the Pau'an stood and turned, leaving the room without another word as Vader didn't even look around to see the former Jedi Temple Guardian leave as the doors hissed shut behind him. No, Vader had never turned around as he continued to gaze out on the void beyond him, or, more specifically, the damaged remains of what had once been the primary facility of KDY orbiting around the planet Kuat. Just looking at it, Vader could see the damage with ease as fires still burned into the vacuum of space while Damage control teams struggled to get them under control, massive amounts of debris clouded the local orbit and made approaching the station a death sentence for any ship below a Cruiser class that didn't have sufficient Shielding to protect against what might as well be described as an Asteroid Field of metal. Already, Vader had to execute at least five Captains that had wasted had thought it was a good idea to send Fighters into that mess after the first few had shredded themselves on the various pieces of shrapnel as his eyes locked on one detail that still amazed him, however grudgingly.
A large, sixty kilometre hole that had been ripped into the ring, breaking it and exposing vast sections of the ring to space. Vader had to wonder how such a thing was possible, but he put it to one side as he considered the man that had done this, the same man that both he and the Emperor had considered dead after the case on Coruscant.
Riddick, as he had called himself, was a mystery. Imperial Intelligence had found nothing about him, nor could they discover his origins in any way, shape or form, something that bothered Vader as no one was that thorough as to hiding their past, he only managed it due to the backing of the Emperor himself. Moving on from that, Vader considered his meeting with the man, his insistent taunts and inability to feel threatened would have been a major boon to the Empire, especially with the skills he possessed given that he was clearly at the level of, or surpassing, the level of the old ARC Troopers from the Clone Wars along with the current Storm Commandos. Still, that lay with the problem in that he was impossible to predict, having met the man, Vader knew why that was rather clearly, having remembered his failed attempt at a Force Choke on the man before being taunted further.
He had no presence in the Force. Literally, the Force seemed to move around and through him, but if Vader had not been able to see Riddick in front of him, than the Sith would not have even known the man was there. If the Inquisitor was even able to find the Menace known as Riddick, Vader would be especially impressed. His musings were cut short, however, when the door slide open a moment later and in walked an Imperial Officer, the First Officer of the Executor, Captain Firmus Piett.
"What do you have to report, Captain?" Vader thundered as the man came to a stop before the Sith, Vader could feel the skyrocketing heartbeat through the Force and the sudden terror in his mind as the man forced it down with practised ease.
"My Lord. I have a full report of the damages down to the station for you, if you wish to hear it." Vader nodded at that.
"Proceed, Captain." The Sith intoned with a dip of the head. The Captain nodded in turn as he took out a Datapad from behind his back, cleared his throat before beginning.
"Most of the primary station has been damaged in one form or another, numerous reactors and power cells were destroyed while Riddick was on the station, causing further damage as the reactors often caused explosions along the fuel lines to the main holdings tanks, taking out them as well. The Tram system has been utterly ruined, numerous Thermal Detonators were set off under the rails of the numerous tracks and have broken it so thoroughly, that it will take years to repair at the best estimate. Riddick also released dozens of what appeared to be suicide bomber droids on to the station, we're not sure how many he released, but we're still getting reports of them jumping out of the metal work and grabbing on to Stormtroopers before detonating. They seem to be drawn to power sources of certain sizes, Intelligences has suggested trying to capture one, but the Admiralty has already voted that down due to the risk of said Droids simply detonating to avoid capture. As you can see from here, the station also had a massive chunk ripped out of it, R&D is still scratching it's head over that. These problems are not the big issue to repairing the damages, aside from the Tram system, most estimates, even the most pessimistic ones, put a full restoration at around six to eight months at worst." Peitt explained as, inside his helmet, Vader raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Explain." Vader commanded.
"Apparently, Riddick left behind a highly malignant Virus infecting the computers of the station, as in, every single computer on it, the Droids appear to be fine from what the experts tell me, but the Program has been causing absolute hell for the damage control teams. It regularly switches the Gravity of sections of the station from one extreme to the other, causes the Lifts to jump between, on average, sixteen floors before finally stopping on the one that you want, and every time someone has attempted to access the computer systems, it freezes the screen blue and displays a message stating the the operating system has crashed. Not only that, but it seems to have been programmed to play a looping song that-" Peitt spoke, but was interrupted by Vader.
"A Song?" In answer to his question, Peitt simply pressed the play button on the Datapad as a recording of a section of the song started playing.
"I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves, gets on everybody's nerves. And this is how it goes..." The song repeated three times as Vader listened, wishing that he didn't have this stupid helmet so that he could massage his temples as he felt a migraine coming.
Screw the Inquisitor! He was going to hunt that impudent little bastard down himself!
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"Pft, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...!" The roars of laughter filled the room as one member of Nite Owl reported of what had happened less than two days ago to the Kuat Drive Yards over Kuat. Throughout the room, Mandalorians were struggling to stand as they roared with laughter, some holding on to each other, some holding on to tables and chairs while others still were rolling around the floor of the underground command centre hidden on the moon of Concordia, hidden within one of the millions of abandoned mines left behind from the search for Beskar ore.
"Let me... Let me get this straight... Riddick attacked Kuat, blow a great big hole in a the Drydocks, firebombed the entire station with Class-A Thermals and half a dozen Suicide Bomb Droids, infected every computer in the station that is still making it a living hell for the Imps to even board the station and survive the first few steps... And that same program has been singing... Singing... That, for the last two days... Do I have that right?" Bo-Katan asked, struggling to get herself back up from the ground as she held the table before her in a death grip, trying to stand as tears of humor were visible on her face along with many others. The Messenger nodded, his face hidden by his helmet, but Bo-Katan didn't doubt that he was hiding the largest shit-eating grin in existence at that moment.
"Indeed, Commander. The program that was left behind by Riddick seems to be proving rather difficult for the Imperials to destroy, it has been playing that song for the last 2 days non-stop at such volumes that anything not bolted down will shake like it a leaf in a Hurricane over two hundred metres from any speakers. They've already tried taking out all of the speakers in the station, the program has since sliced into the Broadcasting equipment and has started to play that same music at full blast over every Comm-link frequency, making it next to impossible for the Imps to communicate as they are being drowned out by that song on all frequencies. Not only that, but the program has started vocalising 'I'm sorry, Dave, I can't do that.' to any attempt at finally shutting it down. Vader actually ordered his ship to open fire on the main communications array of the station in order to even allow the ships to even talk to each other, not to mention that everyone inside the station has been forced to wear modified Stormtrooper helmets with the sonic dampeners set to maximum." More than a few chuckled at that, enjoying the humor in such damage done to the Imps and how they hadn't managed to counter attack since doing so was next to impossible.
It had been two days since Riddick was last spotted on Kuat, tearing through Stormtroopers before disappearing into that hanger at the centre of the destruction, but no one had seen him yet. Already, he had gained a bit of a reputation for being able to disappear whenever he wished, being nearly untraceable as he came and went as he pleased. Already, KYD had put a Bounty on his head for their loss in business and product, but very few were eager to pick up that challenge, especially since it was widely known that this was the man that had not only taunted Vader, to his face no less, but had actually gotten away with it without losing a limb at the very least... Or his head.
Bo-Katan had already put the word out to her trusted followers to keep an eye out for Riddick. He was the kind of warrior that they needed, resourceful, skilled and the kind that could look at what others called impossible and simply said that it would make for a better challenge. He had proven himself when he first appeared, causing shit to hit the fan on Coruscant of all places, a lot of people, especially Smugglers, being rather keen to know how he managed to get to the planet, much less land, without being shot down by the Imperial fleet in orbit, much less leave. Hell, the Hutts had even added to the bounty for him, alive, so as to extract the information for how he escaped the planet and how to get there without being caught.
Still, they all ran into the same problem. Riddick was a ghost, he appeared only where he wanted to be and then disappeared without a trace, his attacks were as unexpected as they were damaging. To try and prepare for him was to risk a life of constant paranoia while relaxing your guard was the perfect way to invite an attack from him. Already, every system under Imperial control had undergone massive amounts of reinforcing, upscaling the number of soldiers present in them as well as digging them in even further, though, this was primarily for the Core systems. On Mandalore, they wouldn't see any of that since Palpatine only seemed to care about defending the base of his Power, his Throne, as it were.
However, Bo-Katan grinned, that seemed like it was going to all coming crumbling down with Riddick around.
Practically purring inside, she finally stood and issued her orders to the men.
It was time they saw about doing some work for themselves rather than letting Riddick have all the fun.
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Looking around from the inside of her cage, Vis'n Tarlin forced down a scowl as the various idiots walked by, gawking at her as she lay bound inside of the cage on display for all to see. Vis'n was a Nightsister, former Nightsister, her sisters having been scattered across Dathomir during the Clone Wars by an attack sent by Count Dooku. Vis'n had been looking for her sisters, trying to follow them to where they were gathering when she was caught by Slavers that had come in looking for survivors, they hit her when she least expected it with a Stun net and stripped her before throwing her into a cage like the one she was currently in.
That had been 2 years ago.
Now? Now she was on display for what seemed like the hundredth time this year after having arranged so many 'accidents' for her owners whenever they tried to violate her in any way that she didn't want. Mentally smirking, she still marvelled at just how weak willed most of the idiots that bought her were compared to even the weakest Nightbrother she had known, truly, it was as amazing as it was humorous. Right now, she could feel the stares of the crowd once more as dozens had gathered and were watching her as she moved her hips slightly, trying to at least cover herself as best as she could with the single strip of fabric over her generous bust and a ragged cloth loincloth between her legs and around her waist. Then again, compared to her pink-skinned friend next to her, she was nothing rather impressive.
The pink skinned, blue haired Zeltron next to her was her friend, Myssan Julic, they had meet under the same owner around six months ago and had been sticking together ever since, Vis'n using her Force abilities to keep them together as she influenced buyers to get them together as they looked for a way to escape together. The Zeltron woman was practically a Goddess given form with her curves, extremely generous bust and wide hips, eyes naturally were drawn to her, probably not helped by the fact that her bust was barely contained by a few ratty bandages wrapped around her chest, nor the serie of leather belts around her waist, that just barely reached low enough to cover her up. Though, that hardly mattered when some of the filthy pigs came right up to the cages and stared right up between their legs as they leered at the two of them. The funny thing about it all, though, was that neither of them was as weak or defenceless as these idiots believed.
Vis'n was a trained and fully initiated Nightsister and knew many ways of commanding the Force or using Dathomirian Magic thanks to her understanding of the Lore of her people. She was well built with strong muscles from a life of hard work with more than a few scars to show for it, even more, she knew a fair bit of xenobiology, enough to know how to kill most aliens that she might encounter with even the gentlest of touches to the most unassuming of areas. Myssan, likewise, was not weak, her body covered in carefully hidden muscles and numerous cybernetic enhancements of her own design hidden within her bones or muscle layers. Added to this, the Zeltron was a skilled Slicer, expert martial artist and deadly accurate with a blaster, it all painted a picture of a deadly pair of women, both in their early twenties. However, the main reason they had not tried to fully escape was rather simply, the Slavers were as greedy as they were paranoid, often putting multiple explosive Slave implants into their bodies while shackling them with shock-restraints around their wrists and ankles and another explosive collar around their neck. They'd have never made it more than a few dozen metres before being killed by the devices detonating inside of them.
Looking around, Vis'n was already looking for their next 'Owner', one that had enough Credits to purchase them from the human Slaver that held them, but enough common sense not to be an idiot.
That was when she spotted him.
A tall male standing over most of the other Humans, broad shoulders to indicate a powerful build, while most of his body was covered by a coat that reached down to his ankles and had a collar that reached just under his nose. His hands and feet were covered by armor plating, indicating that he was wearing heavy armor underneath the grey coat as he walked by, his slitted red eyes glancing to the side as if noting that they, and the other slaves and slavers, were present, but saying nothing on the matter as he continued on to another vendor a bit further down the street of the market district. Vis'n observed as best as she could as she saw him talking with a Droid vendor, apparently haggling about something as she continued to watch, observing more details. His head was closely shaved, short stumble-like hair covering it while she could see the littlest touches of brown scales climbing up the side of his neck and Jaw. However, that was not the most interesting thing, no, what was interesting was his complete lack of a presence within the force that interested her. No shadow, no nothing.
A grin suddenly found it's way on to her face at that. She had found their next 'Owner'.
"Found someone?" Myssan spoke from her side, her voice quiet, yet held a deeply hypnotic quality to it that would have been able to put a person to sleep if given the chance.
"Big guy, by the Droid Vendor down to the left of us. Black hair, Human appearance with brown scales over the collar of a grey coat." Vis'n replied with ease as Myssan took a few subtle glances at that before a slow smirk passed her face.
"My, my... He is a cutey... Myssan noted as Vis'n rolled her eyes at that, always thinking about the looks, that one. "So, have you already sunk the hook in?" She asked as Vis'n gave a subtle shake of the head.
"For some reason, he's not appearing in the Force... Let me try something else instead..." She mentioned back.
Not being able to effect the man, instead, Vis'n used the force to manipulate the air around him, causing it to push down on the back of his neck as she caused him to turn around to face them. His eyes seemed to immediately focus on her as she saw the narrow slightly, almost like he knew exactly what she had done and that it was here, however, most telling was that he made no move to inform the Slaver, instead, he quickly concluded his dealings with the Droid vendor, seeming to purchase a few Droids that were placed on what looked like a Hover sled before making his way back to them with his purchases. That was when Vis'n almost jumped in surprise as she felt a pressure on the back of her own neck as he stood at the back of the crowd with his sled out of sight, covered by a blanket. Stilling herself and loosening her muscles from the surprise, she felt the pressure return after a second on her back, feeling it, she smothered a smile as it wrote out a message.
What do you want, Nightsister?
It at least showed that he was smart if he could recognise her just from her face paint.
Freedom. For myself and Zeltron friend. No. 52.
She used the number above her friends head to show which one she meant since there was more than a few Zeltrons mixed in with half a dozen Humans and Twi'leks. She was actually rather surprised when he seemed to nod slightly, if barely noticeably to her as another message appeared.
Cost?
15,000 Credits. Minimum. Slaver is Greedy.
Understood. Give me a moment.
She did as she watched him grab the sled and wheel it closer to the Slaver sitting at the side of the cages, a Human criminal that worked for the Hutts wearing ratty clothing with a heavily customised chest-plate from a Stormtrooper while a Blaster was attached and holstered on his left thigh. Vis'n knew that he had another Hold-out pistol hidden under the chestplate as well as one in each boot he wore, but that didn't matter as he gave a greedy smile on his face.
"Hello, good sir, what can I help you with today?" The Slaver asked, coming across as a cliche gentleman as the Mark simply looked at him flatly.
"I wish to purchase two of your Slaves. Number 52 and 53." He stated simply, getting a nod from the Slaver.
"Sure, that'll cost you 15,000 Credits." The Slaver stated, just as she had predicted as she rolled her eyes, but was surprised by what the Mark said next.
"18,000, and you will provide them with decent clothing. I do not wish for everyone and their Grandmother to be gawking at my property while walking down the streets." He stated simply, surprising them as the Slaver nodded, walking away to get their passed belongings that had been taken with them, they knew that the Slaver had a chest filled with their old clothes since they had influenced him into keeping a hold of it. Vis'n smiled at that as she directed him to not only provide the chest to the Mark, but also filling it with a decent portion of his earnings for this day, making him forget about the previous deals he had made as he disappeared into the YT-2400 Light Freighter.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Myssan smirk as the man came out with the full chest and planted it on the Hover sled, smirking as the Mark had pulled a Credit chip from his coat and gave it to the Slaver.
"Pleasure doing business with ya!" The Slaver stated as he unlocked the Cage and let them out, passing the Slave implant controller to the Mark before he walked over to them and unlocked their shackles, letting them go from the chains holding them up as Vis'n stumbled slightly at suddenly not being held up while Myssan managed due to her enhancements. Both girls glared slightly at the lecherous Slaver before walking over to the Mark with smiles on their faces. Without another word, both girls followed the Mark as they walked down the street, following him, but being sure to keep the illusion up as they walked before taking a turn off the main street and heading out of the settlement on a back street. Both women followed as they ventured further out of the settlement before stopping and going off the semi-decent road, following the Mark as they disappeared into what remained of the forests of Nal Hutta.
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I had to admit, my luck works in weird ways.
I came to Nal Hutta to buy a few pieces for some Droids, a few complete Droids along with a couple devices of interest and end up rescuing a Dathomiri Nightsister and a Cybernetically enhanced Zeltron with all of said enhancements internalised to prevent someone from noticing. It was a rather interesting turn of events as I lead them into a small gathering of thick trees before stopping the Hover sled and looking at them, glancing around as my eyes scanned the area before mentally nodding to myself, the place was clear.
"You can get changed here, I'll take the Hover sled and wait elsewhere until you're finished." I stated as I got a good look of them before dropping off the chest on the ground and taking the hover sled with me.
Honestly, both of them could have made supermodels green with envy. Both had well built figured, mile-long legs with smooth skin in their respective colours of a health ashen grey for the Dathomiri and a bright pink for the Zeltron while both had equally good hourglass figured. The Nightsister wore her black hair back, tied into a pony tail that seemed to be made from a series of Dreads that came down to her lower back while the Zeltron wore her own hair short, mostly in that it was messy and only came down to the base of her neck, even dipping over one eye. One thing I couldn't help was my eyes drifting to either their chests or their asses, considering that the Nightsister had a large DD cup bust while the Zeltron had one that was at least an F, while both had perfectly sculpted butts, I think I could be forgiven for staring.
"Hey, Victim!" I suddenly saw flashing through my vision as I left the area. I groaned at that, while I was thankful for the upgrade, the ROB seemed to be being an ass now, though I was willing to bet that me finding those two girls was something he had set up. Said upgrade was actually my reward for blowing the hell out of Kuat, and it came in three parts: the first was that I was now part Krogan with all the memories that would entail, giving me somewhere in the region of 3,000 years worth since, apparently, Krogan didn't really die of old age, just when they were killed, otherwise they would only grow stronger, tougher and faster at regenerating with age. As such, I had grown scales on the sides of my neck, under my jaw and down my spine, my flesh was tough enough to stop a normal, non-Vibro, knife with ease, probably even breaking it in the process, and I had secondary and tertiary organs in place while my eyes turned into red, snake-like, slits.
And no, this did not mean that I suddenly gained two extra balls... Even if I wanted to just so I could claim to having a Quad.
The second part of my reward was becoming part Salarian, said Salarian having given me roughly four decades of experience in the STG plus that same fast metabolism along with an even faster mind that could calculate the trajectory of an enemy's shots based on the sound of the round passing through air and fire at them with perfect accuracy from god-only knows how far away. Without looking.
The last part of my reward, and probably my favorite, was the Blackware Nanonics that I had gained, proof that my ROB was a fan of LogicalPremise since he gave me the stuff. Blackware Nanonics were potent things, it was a Nanotech-based augment that allowed a user to augment themselves with a weaponised 'Grey Goo', literally, I could unleash a 'Grey Goo'-type situation with ease, and it would be completely under my control. Not only that, but the damn thing could be used to do anything from suddenly arming me in a full Battlesuit with enough weapons to make a Star Dreadnought jealous, to making a virulent Biological weapon within moments, right on the spot. I had already used it to further augment myself, but I pushed those thoughts away as I returned to the ROB.
"Yes, ROB?"
"I've got a little deal for you, thought you might be interested. Are you?"
"What do I get from it?"
"Two rewards of your choice, be they a weapon, a style of combat or knowledge of how to fight using a certain type of weapon or technology."
"Is it limited to just the ME or Star Wars Universes?"
"No, but if you go outside those 2, at least for the time being, then I will have to cut it down to one reward. Now, do you want to hear the deal or not?"
"Sure, what do you want?"
"Well, in exchange for those 2 rewards, I want you to use your new tricks to enslave those 2 girls you just picked up, specifically, I want you to enslave them to yourself and use them however you wish."
"... You're trying to get my to build a Harem, aren't you?" (You can practically see the Deadpan in the text.)
"I would never dream of such a thing!"
"And yet, here you are telling me to do this to two girls that I just happened to rescue... One is chance, Two is coincidence, but three is enemy action. You're going three for three right now with just how perfectly this is all falling into place. So, yes or no?"
"... Fine, yes... But it was going to be SO entertaining... Besides, you do get a prize out of it, don't you? Not to mention the fact that you get two beautiful women to obey your every desire..."
"I get the feeling that you are going to be the Devil on my shoulder that is going to be popping up every time I meet a new woman or something that convinces me to do this, ain'tcha? Fine. Just give me a heads up and be straight with me, I prefer that to having to beat around the bush."
"Yay!"
I sighed at that as I waited for the two women to finish changing, plans already skimming through my head. Reaching into my coat, I pulled out a thin cigar as I placed it in my mouth, holding it between my fingers as my Biotics flared, targeting the end of the before a bloom of dark energy and High-energy Plasma ignited it through the use of a miniscule Biotic Flare. I took a deep drag as I appreciated the flavor before blowing the smoke back out as I held the cigar between my index and middle fingers, tapping once to get rid of the ash before putting it back into my mouth.
I had never been much of a smoker before being yanked, hell, I barely drank, but I found that since I was on the shit list of at least 2 Sith Lords, the entirety of the Moth Council, the entire board of KDY, probably more than a few millions pissed off Stormtroopers, Imperial Officers, and, let's not forget, Imperial Intelligence, even though I figured that was an oxymoron, I figured to cut loose. My new body could handle enough drink to probably kill just about anything in existence, so I was being a hell of a lot more liberal with it, besides, I was more likely to die of blaster shots, decapitation, vivisection, dissection, torture, or dismemberment via a pissed off Vader. A couple of cigars were nothing next to that, besides, they helped me relax for a bit.
Still, as the world turned and the sun moved through the skies of Nal Hutta, I smirked as I considered the future to come.
It was going to be a blast.
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AN: There you have it, please remember to sent your reviews into me so that I can improve further updates. But I hope you enjoyed.
