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Alan

Darth Feles. I like it. How about Darth Feleus, like Tyranus and Darth Sidious, a lot of Sith in the Bane line have names like that.

loki98065

Going to Smallville could be fun, but I think Lana and Chloe would be too young to get Gothic's interest as they will be about 14 at this time. Maybe he could lay some groundwork for later.

Like Ra's Al Ghul I could have Vandal Savage be a real threat to Sith Gothic. Assuming they don't all ally and form a version of the Light like in Young Justice. This story has many possibilities.

Sith Gothic 3 - Gotham

"You must begin by gaining power over yourself; then another; then a group, an order, a world, a species, a group of species… finally, the galaxy itself." –Darth Plagueis

Part 5

Event Site. Gotham.

After being invited to the event I'd looked into the Wayne Foundation and I'd discovered that it was a charity organization run by Wayne Enterprises, no big surprises there. I didn't think many people here actually cared about helping others, this was all done for PR and if not for me it would have been the sight of a sort of terrorist attack by Stan Potolosky.

Stan Potolosky was currently in the lowest levels of the Bryant Park Hotel, what was left of his brilliant mind enslaved along his body. He was working to produce drugs that I would further enhance with dark side alchemy so as to create a super-soldier formula that along with brainwashing techniques would lead to me being able to turn kidnapped street thugs into troopers who would do anything I ordered while under my command.

I wouldn't put them up against real military forces as they didn't have proper training, and I had no one to train them even if I had the resources for such things, but if I needed any crooks dealt with then they'd do fine. Their numbers would be limited as I only had so much space to work with and the expendable troops didn't have long shelf lives, however, they were only prototypes. I would perfect them over time and have a small army of killers at my command who unlike other followers of the dark side didn't require training and wouldn't turn on me.

On the subject of prototypes, I'd just done talking with Lucius Fox who had now left. He'd let me know that the very first power cells, all of which had been created in a lab rather than in some factory as we weren't ready to go into production, had been sent off to a military base for testing. He was concerned that the armed forces of this nation weren't going to use them for vehicles, but rather for weapons.

His concerns weren't crazy, the power cells were too large and bulky for hand-held blasters, but perhaps you could build a crude blaster cannon powered by those cells, they'd be massively outperformed by the blaster tech in the Star Wars galaxy, and the local guns would be superior because the power cells had limits and blaster weapons had less range. However, the military wouldn't know that and I could see the appeal for them, even if they were low-grade particle weapons as designs could be improved upon over time.

I'd decided to check on the power cells later as while it didn't bother me that they would be used for weapons, it did violate the contract between the US military forces and Wayne Enterprises. If the breach of contract became public someone would have to be blamed, just not me, and the armed forces would have to renegotiate, which could lead to me getting more money in the future.

"You need to stop bringing me to these things" complained my apprentice.

I smiled upon hearing that having expected her to say something along those lines. In fact, I was impressed by how long she'd held her tongue.

"As I've told you before," I said to Kat "You need to learn to work within different levels of society. You should look just as home here in among all this finery as you do on the streets. Years from now you'll rule his city and you can't do that if the important people don't see you as one of their own".

Selena might have complained some more if she'd not set eyes on a certain boy. Love, at first sight, was not a real thing, but she seemed drawn to a certain young rich person who was in the room with us.

"I know that kid," she let me know.

She'd seen the murders of the two adult Waynes so she'd also seen their son that night.

"Boy billionaire Bruce Wayne," I said "He's your age and important to the future of this city. You should go make friends with him".

She didn't seem at all eager.

"Why?" she asked.

I'd come to understand why the Sith don't normally take children as apprentices. Adult students don't ask so many questions.

"Because he's important to the future" I repeated "and you're a reasonably good looking girl, go ensnare him with your charms as he might be useful to you. If nothing else it will be good practice to learn how to get men eating out of your hands. Or you can hang out with me all afternoon".

She took the least boring option and walked off towards the boy billionaire, leaving me free to go and get a drink.

"Mr Stark," someone said as I sought out my refreshment, "I'm Isabel Rochev. I work in the Acquisitions Department at Stellmoor International. I'd like a few moments of your time".

While Wayne Enterprises had been my number one choice when deciding who to sell my power cell patent to I'd considered others. Stellmoor International had not been one of them as it had a reputation for "gutting" every business they acquire and would likely have simply sold my patent directly to some military supplier for a high price while making sure I made as little money as possible from the deal.

"You don't want to bother me" I replied while motioning with my hand "You want to go bother someone else".

It seemed to work but then the youngish woman blinked a few times.

"I really would like to talk with you" she insisted.

Right now I could not test her blood so I couldn't be sure, but I felt certain that this woman had some strength in The Force as well as plenty of willpower, it had been a long time since anyone had resisted my mind tricks.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" I asked "Mrs Rochev".

This lady sure looked familiar, yet I couldn't place where I'd seen here before.

"Miss Rochev" she corrected.

I could tell by the look she was giving me that she wasn't above flirting to get what she wanted, and perhaps she'd do more if it gained her enough.

"Mr Stark, I know that Wayne Enterprises has control of your power cells," she said to me "but I'm willing to bet that you have some ideas that could lead to Stellmoor International making a considerable profit".

That was possible and while I'd have to be very careful about deals made with this woman I did have access to technology that could make us both some money without causing too much trouble. The technology that I knew best was used in the construction of lightsabers and the tech could have other uses as it was all about focusing plasma in a controlled way. The people of this planet did use plasma for somethings. These technologies would be safe to let out into this world because I'd use local materials and knowledge as much as possible when creating them so none of it would be a real game-changer even if the military was making energy weapons because it would all very crude compared to what I could command. Heck if not for this planet's nuclear weapons I might have gone ahead and directly tried to conquer Earth with whatever pirates and hired guns I could bring together with the promise of plunder.

"I do have a few ideas" I admitted.

Miss Rochev might be able to resist Mind Tricks, however, I had more subtle ways to influence her behaviour, I used my powers to encourage her to feel lust towards me. Most Sith wouldn't bother if they desired a woman they'd just take her either with more direct mind control or brute force. I was more subtle than those thugs with lightsabers. I wanted her to desire to me, to think about at night when she laid in bed.

The fact that Doctor Leslie Thompkins thought that we were in a romantic relationship was of no concern. She'd taken a job at Arkham which took up a lot of her time so I didn't see much of her and keeping as my girlfriend was just convenient for my needs as Selena couldn't be my date for every social event. I would cast her aside for someone else when the time became right.

"Perhaps we should meet for a drink or dinner" she suggested.

I took her business card and secured it on my person. I then spent a few moments wondering if Miss Rochev could be a better apprentice that Selena Kyle if she proved to be strong enough in The Force. I didn't think she had that level of power so Rochev would better serve as an ally in the world of business and maybe I'd allow her to learn a little of the Sith arts if she had the strength for it. I wouldn't let her become a Sith, but not everyone who used the power of the dark side was a Sith or a Fallen Jedi.

(Line Break)

Bryant Park Hotel. Gotham.

I put down the phone and then wrote down a vital piece of information on a spare piece of paper before getting up from my desk. I went over to what seemed to be a bit of wall that was covered in an example of modern art, but in reality, there was a door here leading to what would have been a guest bedroom if I hadn't put it to other uses and hidden it with a bit of sorcery.

Magic was of little use to me as all magics were mere illusion when compared to the Force, but sometimes an illusion served well enough. A Force-User such as a Jedi would detect this illusion and once he or she saw it for what it was it would fade away, but even my apprentice was fooled due to her lack of training. Once she'd advanced I'd have to be more careful with my equipment.

This room was my personal armoury and while I had a wide range of weapons on hand I ignored them for now and focused on what armour I needed to wear. I had three sets of armour here, a heavy suit more suited for a Mandolorian than a Sith, the kind of thing I'd only wear in a real warzone, the armour I normally, which was a mixture of Force enhanced durasteel and robes, then there was my new suit.

This suit looked much like those that are utilized by members of the League of Assassins, that I had seen in my visions when I attempted to gaze into the future, and like those suits, mine had been custom made so it was a good mixture of flexibility, stealth and protection. Mine was made from materials that didn't even exist on this planet and to further add their toughness I'd worked a little alchemy into their creation.

Since I had planned to be breaking into a military base I needed stealth as even I could not take on the whole base by myself, and I wasn't willing to try, as even I did win it would be next to impossible to cover my tracks. Wiping out street gangs was one thing, taking on the military forces of this world's only superpower was quite another as they the best technology around next to mine, a lot more firepower and vast intelligence networks. Hence the need for a stealth suit and a mask along with certain Force powers.

With that in mind, I put on the light armour and selected some non-lethal weaponry because if I had to take down a few soilders I didn't want to leave corpses behind. I wasn't ready to tangle with this nation's intelligence forces so I couldn't afford to start dropping bodies that people would care about. Not when I could simply us The Force and my technology to confuse minds and cover my tracks so easily.

Luckily for me, stun was a setting available on some blaster weapons, this setting was designed to allow someone to incapacitate a subject without permanently hurting or killing them by overloading their nervous system, knocking the target unconscious. It was primarily used for capturing those wanted as prisoners. Upon contact with the stun shot, the target would briefly turn a sharp blue as charged particles overloaded their nervous system. In less than a second, the target's nervous system would return to baseline as the electrical impulses forced the organism to mentally and physically reset due to the shock to their system. A similar process was used by medical anaesthetics and was very rarely fatal.

Aside from a couple of small blasters I also took a special kind of baton which in the galaxy it came from would be called a stun baton or security baton. It was a melee weapon utilized primarily by law enforcement as well as a personnel defence and crowd control tool. Upon contact with a person, it would discharge and affect a person much like a stun bolt only with less noise. If I had to fight during the coming mission the baton would be my weapon of choice.

I soon headed out and ran into Kat, who wanted to know where I was going.

"Stay here" I ordered, "There's food in the kitchen, money in the safe and you have plenty of study material to go through".

I wasn't too worried about her going out as she could take care of herself, as for the study material I'd lived a long time so I'd plenty of chances to dwell on much of what I knew about The Force and commit to some sort of record. As such it wasn't hard for me to print off some of my musings so that my apprentice had plenty of things to read. Once she became more experienced in matters of The Force and the world, then I would allow her access to some of the holocrons I kept safely hidden away. We might even risk venturing back to the Star Wars galaxy during her studies.

"You didn't tell me the combination to the safe!" she called out.

Hearing that made me smirk.

"Like that'll stop you!" I shouted back.

(Line Break)

Military Base. Somewhere In The USA.

The few prototype power cells that the armed forces had already taken into their possession were easy enough to track given my access to Star Wars tech. Spy satellites and homing devices had been around in one form or another for thousands of years, and I could make use of Slicing (what they call hacking here) methods that no one on this mudball had even imagined could exist.

Star Wars technology didn't look that advanced because it was designed to be easily used by people across the galaxy so it needed to be simple as possible to install, repair and replace. The more advanced stuff involved crystal tech and exotic forms of energy, but for the most part, it wasn't that hard for a human such as me to make use of even sophisticated bits of tech that came from that galaxy so far, far away.

Hence why I was able to hack into the security systems so as to make sure I wouldn't be detected. The droid intelligence in the hand-held computer was no true AI it wouldn't even match an astromech droid or even the most basic model of protocol droid in terms of processing power, so it was good that it didn't need to. All the device needed to do was place the camera feeds on a loop. No one inside the base would see more than a bit of static, easily explained by the thunderstorm going on, and long before anyone noticed anything up with footage I'd be long gone.

With a leap that was greatly assisted by The Force, I made it over the fence and landed on the tarmac with barely a sound, nothing that would be heard by anyone over the sound of the rain. By stretching out with my senses I became aware of everyone around me, both human and canine. There were quite a few guards around and the area was well lit. Whatever was happening here would be hard to discover. Unless you were me.

During my studies, I'd learned much about many dark side groups such as the Umbaran Shadow Assassins and while they were Sith spies employed by the Brotherhood of Darkness during the New Sith Wars they had existed under other names long before then. Shadow Assassins were able to mask their presence, not just in the Force but also from physical senses such as sight and sound such as I was doing now, this would not fool a machine hence my earlier trick with cameras. Shadow Assassins were not as skilled at combat as a Jedi Knight or a Sith Lord, not if their primary advantages of surprise and secrecy, were neutralized, still I made use of many methods in order to get what I wanted. I was no master of stealth, but I wasn't trying to fool Jedi or other Sith only bored guards and dogs that wanted to get out of the rain.

With the kind of stealth that a ninja would envy I made my way into an office block of some kind which only had one occupant due to the late hour. I snuck into this part of the base and soon came across my prey. He was a high ranking officer who was working late, and from him, I felt sure that I'd be able to learn everything I needed to know. After using a stun baton to disable the officer I entered his mind and found that he was a career military man holding the rank of General in the United States Army. After his wife Ella Lane passes away he was forced to raise the two girls alone and this mostly involved sending them off to different schools and using his position to keep his youngest daughter out of jail.

It took some effort to take control of him and I could feel his desire to resist even as he sent emails containing how the contract had been breached to myself and some people at Wayne Enterprises. The US army was planning on using my power cells on a number of projects that involved experimental energy weapons that were, for now at least, useless outside of the lab. If he'd not been so overworked and tired he might have been able to stop me from making do as I wished.

This was all I needed so I could have left after covering my tracks, only I didn't. Instead, I went deeper into the man's mind and found that he'd done some nasty things all in the name of National Security including working towards seizing my technology for the army's needs. Had he been successful my accountant would not have been happy and more importantly for him by doing this he'd sealed his own fate.

I might have left him alive if he were not a threat to my plan. Alas for him he was a problem and so he had to die. I made him write another email, one he sent to the Daily Planet, which no doubt affect his daughter's career, and then I set the scene. I made him drink a lot of something very foul-smelling that he kept in a bottle in his desk, and then as I backed out of the room I made him blow his own brains out.

Even as I exited the building armed men came rushing in. They'd find a man who'd been drinking and sending out emails which incriminated himself and others before ending his own life. No one would suspect that he'd been mind-controlled into destroying his own life and likely that of his two now orphaned daughters. Not that I cared.

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Bryant Park Hotel. Gotham.

The woman known as Isabel Rochev, who worked in the Acquisitions Department at Stellmoor International was not all she seemed to be. She went to a rather fine business school, which led to her interning at Queen Consolidated. She soon rose to become the top intern of the company, catching the eye of CEO Robert Queen. Isabel eventually became Robert's mistress and he started cheating on his wife, Moira, with her. He'd even promised to leave his wife for Isabel, only for him to break all of his promises.

Upon being cast aside she could have been broken. Instead, she'd become driven to prove that she'd never needed Robert Queen. She'd risen up in the business world by being both ruthless and brilliant. Over the years many had been hurt due to her actions, people had lost jobs, homes and savings because of her schemes, and Isabel never let that bother her. She did what she needed to do in order to get ahead.

That was why she'd come to Gotham. She wanted to acquire a certain inventor, to steal him away from Wayne Enterprises so that the company she worked for could acquire some of his work. If he ended up with nothing afterwards then that was no concern of hers. Not that he would as she was the one who would soon be acquired.

The evening so far had been pleasant enough. They'd dined and drank in a decent enough restaurant, and during dinner, she'd felt a need rise up within her. Isabel had been heartbroken enough never to love again, however, this didn't mean she was against a good roll in the hay, nor did she wish to deny herself some affection as long she didn't get too attached or let it get in the way of her success.

Isabel had already decided that she would sleep with Tony Stark the inventor of the power cell that the US Army had been willing to pay a lot to obtain. Very recently it had been discovered that the army hadn't been honest with its dealings and once the public had forgotten about the scandal, something that wouldn't take long, the army would make a new deal with Wayne Enterprises. Not that his matter much to her, what did matter is that the inventor would create new things and once she had him under her thumb he'd be working for her.

She was wrong about this and as the two of them entered his penthouse suite, a set of rooms that were impressive even by her standards, she started to feel unexpected levels of desire for the man she intended to soon have sex with. Far more than she should have. This struck her as odd since they'd only met once before and they'd spent a few hours together, yet there was something about him that made her want to please him.

"You should take off your dress" advised her date.

Isabel wasn't shy and more than once she'd used her slim form to get what she wanted from a man, so she let the dress fall to the ground without much consideration. Now she wore just her bra, panties and stocking, having already kicked off her shoes. She saw herself in the mirror and she felt glad that she'd dressed to be sexy earlier on, having know even then that she might end up not returning to her hotel room this night.

"Thank you, Tony," she said.

The businesswoman accepted the drink she was offered.

"My name is Gothic," he told her "You can call me that".

It was an odd name, but she didn't dwell on that as she was getting hornier by the moment. It helped that the inventor had started to undress, but he wasn't doing so fast enough for Isabel so she decided to give him a hand, revealing more and more of his body for her visual consumption. The dark-haired vixen ran her hands down Gothic's well-toned arms and all the way down to his delicious abs. She didn't know that this body was kept in good shape by a training regime and by stealing life energy from others, and by this point, she wouldn't have cared even if she knew.

When Isabel finally released his hard cock from what was left of Gothic's clothing the attractive businesswoman dropped to her knees without even meaning to. With one swift movement, she brought the erect dick into her mouth and filled it with his man meat. Isabel knew how to please a man as she'd given head to get ahead more than once (although not recently as she'd found other ways of getting what she wanted) and she was quite happy to practice her oral skills.

"Lick my balls" Gothic demanded of her.

Isabel did not need to be told twice. She gave his testicles a good tongue bath while keeping a not to firm grip on the man's hard rod. When she moved on from doing that she found Gothic grabbing ahold of her head and forcing his cock down on her throat, showing ownership made the ruthless business woman's secret desire to be controlled bubble up all the way to the service. Isabel Rochev sucked Gothic's cock like it was her only purpose in life, having transformed from a strong independent businesswoman to an eager to please slut in one evening.

She was unprepared when he reached climax and it made a mess.

"Looks like you're a messy eater, Miss Rochev," Gothic teased.

Isabel scooped the thick droplets of cum off of her face and shoved them into her mouth. Not wanting any of it to go to waste as that might disappoint him. She expected things to be peaceful for a while only as it turned out Gothic needed no time to recover. So once she got to her feet she wasn't given time to relax, instead, she was undressed by the man she'd learn to call Master.

Gothic spun her around, pushed her over the nearby couch and pulled her underwear down. Her sex, was wet and ready, prepared for him even his cock did seem large to her. Isabel silenced her objections and just enjoyed the moment. The thick tool pushed against Isabel's opening and filled her up vigorously.

"You're so big!" Isabel called out

The businesswoman knew that something was going on. Gothic was doing something to her and perhaps had been all evening. She'd not planned to end up bent over as this man used for his pleasure for the second time this night. Yet she couldn't resist him, she needed to be fucked, it was something primal inside her, making her submit to the strong male, an attitude that should have no place in her life only it was how she felt.

"Take me, claim me!" Isabel cried out.

The world barely existed for her outside of getting fucked. Gothic showed no concern for her pleasure, although she having plenty of that, she might as well have been turned into a toy for his sexual needs. Not that she would protest to this, her will to resist had vanished.

"Am I your master?" she was asked.

She couldn't deny the truth

"Yes," Isabel said. "Master...make me cum!"

How long this took, it could have been seconds or hours, time lost all meaning, but it did end when he came inside of her. Sending the warm seed splattering inside of Isabel's body, and she could longer take it, she orgasmed and passed out.

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Bryant Park Hotel. Gotham.

Since I desired Isabel to be more of an agent in the world of business rather than a mere slave I'd needed to do some delicate work on her mind, not only because I needed her to be able to function on her own and make use of her own willpower, but also because I didn't want her to betray me in the future. As such, I needed to alter her mind just enough that she would be loyal to me without making her merely a vessel for my will.

I would never do something like this to Selena as an apprentice needed the drive to surpass the master, hopefully, in a way that wouldn't involve one of us dying, she was also much stronger with The Force. Isabel did have The Force, more so that most living creatures, just not at the level required to become a Jedi Knight or Sith Lord.

Even before now, I'd been effecting her feelings making her desire me and soothing her so she'd be relaxed. This woman had a strong desire for revenge and to succeed, and while that would serve my needs I wanted her to sleep well this night as I worked on her. Right now she was more vulnerable in terms of her mind than she had been for years I'd guess.

As I worked I could see this woman's past, present and future. She had been cast aside by a man she both loved and admired all for a child that wasn't even his and this caused her to become bitter. While I did admire her drive and her desire for revenge it was too self-destructive in the long term so I did my best to smoother it while stoking the flames of ambition.

I also learned that she was more of a fighter than she first appeared having trained somewhat. She would need a proper tutor and I could provide her with instruction in ways of using The Force that involves both the mental and the physical. In the world of business being able to influence the thoughts and feelings of others would be very useful.

There were dangers to this as she could be a threat to me somewhere down the line, so I would have to keep an eye on her with the loyalty I inspiring within her towards me. Another wise action would be to ensure that I never let befriend my apprentice in case they teamed up against me. They were no threat now, yet this could change in just a few short years.

Also, I would have other foes in the future, heroes would emerge so I could do with agents in the world of business and if her drive for power remained intact I could place her into an important position. Perhaps she'd like to be a senator or even this nations first female President with me backing her it wasn't impossible. But that would be something to consider later, for now, I needed to finish altering her mind and ensuring that I hadn't turned her into a fuck toy by damaging her. I considered keeping her a personal assistant but given her existing position that would look a little odd. I'd have to go elsewhere for a proper servant.