Christen had just returned from hyperspace. He had a week-long trip to the planet of Illum. However, for the five days before that, he was stuck in countless meetings on the Main base of Odessen. He left there with a whole outlook on his Empire. He had hundreds of datapads detailing his Empire's inner workings. He knows now that the Null squad was running operations on Coruscant. They were simply hunting down the black sun syndicate out of the black markets. This brought more business for his biotech company shareholdings within the black market.

Back To Illum, after the Odessen fiasco, christen decided it would be best if he brought Lady takia and the surviving three sith to pick out new crystals.

He then trained them as much as could fit into a day, mostly training them in the workings of the force and simply testing them and giving them precise advice of what to work on before he met the next. Christen also gave them each a dozen datapads, just like he did with his children. He sent them off the planet in a shuttle he had the Empire put into the ship's hangar bay and sent them on their way to tython.

But his main reason for going to the planet was for simple purposes other than the former sith. His plan wasn't even to bring them anyway. His original plan was to find gatherings of kyber crystals that he could use for his order.

Currently, christen only had a hundred or so that the kids could work with if the datapad he had read on the resources now available on tython told him anything.

Christen also got his own crystals to make his children their lightsabers. He knew they should be picking them. Still, once he heard the Jedi would come to the planet every couple of days, he decided not to risk having his kids out here. It would only end in dead Jedi and unwanted attraction.

With the damn war happening and the Jedi running around, he has to make an entrance earlier than he'd like.

After a few hours of meditation, he was soon familiar with the cave systems, but most of that was due to his ship's probe droids that had mapped out entire crystal caverns before landing.

It took him almost the whole trip to find the gatherings of crystals he was looking for. They were located deep in the center of an old collapsed cave in the eastern section of the planet.

From what the scanners told him, the entrance to the cave the Jedi used for gatherings was only a few miles away. When he walked up the pillars, he was astounded by their beauty. Thousands of kyber crystals collected upon three pillars of rock that were almost three meters tall. He felt the pull of the force emanating from the crystals.

These were made for his order. If another Jedi or sith came across these pillars, they would only be just that, a crystal, but it was as if the force had foreseen his path, or maybe he had gone crazy.

He could feel the truth of his thoughts emanate from the force as if confirming them...yup, he was crazy.

But in his mind, christen now knew these crystals would be the foundation of his order.

The nameless trainees who were either captured, enslaved by Bane, or brought by their own free will living on tython would have a field day. But of course, he would have his children get the first pick, would they have blue, orange-like his ore maybe even a purp...

His mind was then was instantly thrown into a loop when he entered the inner atmosphere of his planet.

The force Bombarded him with warnings. They emanated close to his Reef Fortress's gree house, the only building that lay unprotected, it sat need a forest and a bit f the coast could be seen nearby, that greenhouse and its lack of security had been the bane of MANY arguments between him and Abigail, the second location of the warnings came to form a small mountain region on the parents on the dark side of the second moon. He closed his eyes to meditate on the origin as his ship slowly descended. He reached deep within the force, hoping it would give him what could be making such warnings within the force.

There were two options. He could remember the TY droids indicating suspicious activity from a few republic spies a few weeks ago that combed through the hapen senate for a few days before he caught them and killed them in front of the senate. He slept on the couch for a week after that incident. But he could remember the constant bickering and shouting from senators and the civilians about recent attacks from the Tetan's. When he first heard about the attacks, he was dumbfounded. Why would the Deep core Tetan's attack the Consortium? It just didn't make sense, but he saw the reports, and the Tetan's were indeed attacking his Consortium and now personally attacking the planet once again.

While reaching into the force his locked in a panicked conversation between three hapen guards who were currently talking to a few of his own fleet officers that would secretly keep up with rumors around the chiss being more and more violent towards transports coming to the planet. they had heard the chiss planned to attack the capital and in turn the Palace and his wife.

Still, he didn't think they would directly attack the Palace, not now with all the rabble with the so-called separatists and the damn republic. In the weeks from his return, he threatened the republic troops to disperse the hapen System or risk war. They had their hands full already, so they left as soon as they could.

He was thankful they had helped his wife and her people, but he didn't trust their chancellor and the senate, again paying attention to the force, he could feel the security at the place was heightened, but the warnings were coming from near his home or at least within the nearby forest.

The force told him something was about to happen. He couldn't understand what it was. Knowing his luck, he knew it involved his wife and children. Quickly and roughly, the HK droids landed in the closest landing strip close to the Palace. The quickest route to his, he sat outside the Fortress landing zone.

Christen's thoughts went back to his Daughter. He didn't know how to be a father fully. He thought acting like friends with them would be good enough.

Still, at every turn, he couldn't help but feel like an outsider to them.

Christen had yet to inform his family of his arrival. He decided it wasn't best to contact them during his little trip out of odessen. He and Doth had almost two dozen meetings with the admirals of his own sector fleet currently held in the SystemSystem of tython along with the mini star forge was presently residing.

They were currently training different battle positions and fighter training, primarily tactics during the time of the Eternal Alliance. From broken-down data files that he found during his time here as a slave, they could access battle tactics created by the legendary Hero of Tython. Pity he wasn't one of his masters.

Christen could allow his wife to know the outlines of his Empire and his children with even more access to the military forces when he inevitably brought them into the fold. But, Christen needed his plans to be kept secret even from his family they wouldn't react too kindly to know he had millions of soldiers at his fingertips along with five sector fleets, all within the System of Tython, the numbers on the datapad when his wife contacts him were simply the skeleton numbers, he cursed Bane for enslaving so many people over the last dozen or so years.

Still, in reality, he didn't... trust his wife, what she had led the Consortium to, to allow it to fall so far that they needed the republics to help to defeat them, now there was a chance his wife could be talked into joining the greater galaxy and the republic... he would be damned if he allowed her to do that, to lead this great Consortium to a rotten corruption filled beast like the republic.

Walking to the palace speeders, Christen picked the newer class of speeders in the lineup presented to him, a current prototype of the company Aratech. They currently were their primary producer of speeders on the System, another one of many plans to win over many of the populace of the Consortium. If his wife decided they would join the republic, he would have to step in asking.

He revved it up as he shot out the direction of his home, speeding across the various farms and small towns that dotted across the land around the capital. He soon made it to the water's edge and started his last leg of the trip, across the small ocean between the island and the capital.

Christen looked up to see the morning sun as it began to show across the sky. he was close to his home, only a few minutes away, when Christen saw a tiny shuttle that could fit a dozen men landed a few miles from his home, he knew that area to be the families gardens on the edge of the protected forest near the beach of the island, his eyes narrowed as he felt the same disturbance he felt above the planet.

How long had they been in the System?

How did they get past security?

There had to be a spy!

Those were questions his wife would ask her handmaidens right now.

He had to save his family from the first threat they faced with him being home. Christen knew from the past couple of months that his wife would be picking otherworldly vegetables and various fruits from the gardens at the current time.

This Had to be a thought-out plan by the Tetan's to either kidnap or kill his wife. Furthermore, he had told her not to do such a thing alone in the mornings ever since he heard about the attack on the planet.

Christen even told her during last night's holo message that he left her. Obviously, she was more stubborn than he was. As he was a few hundred meters away from the large garden, he could see the outline of his wife, smiling as he could sense her hands were covered in dirt from rooting up various veggies and roots.

She looked up and saw him rushing towards her. Her smile and loving demeanor faltered a bit.

He loved many things about his wife, her strong character, the eyes that even made him want to go to a corner when he pissed her off. She was everything he ever wanted in a woman, well, except for being Mandalorian.

But as his speeder got closer, he could see the slight outlines of twelve shadows... chiss assassins he could also see two tall shadowy figures that he could see were royal Tetan Officer's, his yashan eyes picking up the slightest detail fro two hundred yards out.

He saw a tall meaty Assasin charge behind his wife.

Christen was twenty meters from his now frantic and scared looking wife when christen jumped off the speeder using the force to land in between his wife and the attacker, the smell of ozone filled his nostrils as he ignited two of his four lightsabers, he went into the basic Jar'kai stance as the eyes of the assassin widened from his lightsabers,

the big one took a small step back as he stared into a frame that stood seven feet tall, much bigger than he, coupled with the fact the man was a heavily armored looking Mandalorian.

A small yelp came from his wife behind him. Her face soon turned with fear as she saw the multiple chiss warriors running towards them as almost a dozen more were in front of her husband.

"how- I, I," she stuttered her words in fear. At any other time, Christen would find his ever so royal wife stutter like a toddler.

The assassin only stopped for a second in fear before he lunged towards Christen, a big mistake as the assassin couldn't lift his blade fast enough even to pose a threat. Halfway through his lunge, christen, with a slight jab and twist of his left blade, severed the assassin's right arm before taking the man's neck with the force.

He then pushed him into the ground, the sounds of ribs crushing from the impact sounded throughout the area as he swung his so far unused lightsaber downward, swiftly decapitating the Chiss with one saber while leveling the other at the assassins in front of him, urging them to come forward to meet their death.

" you've made a mistake coming here. The moment you stepped foot upon my planet was the moment your free trial of existence ended," he growled out loudly, making sure all the Chiss and Tetan's could hear him. He made sure his eyes shined brightly as he had his helmet let his visor down. He wanted the last things these men see are his twin volcanic irises.

He could see the chiss falter for a moment before three warriors with Vibro blades charged him as the other ten assassins behind them held him at blastor points. The Officers held spears along with Heavy blasters on their hips. He was six foot eleven, seven-foot and a half with his armor, so not many men were tall compared to him, like the brute he just killed. Still, these three were only a few inches shorter than the brute, so only six-five, but they were of a very thick swimmer build...pathetic.

Christen calmly looked over his shoulder, and he could see the fear-filled face of his wife, then looked beyond her at the most rear entrance to the Fortress. He saw his daughter Amber and son Galen rush outside. "GET THE FUCK BACK INSIDE YOU TWO, ABIGAIL GET YOUR ASS INSIDE AND LOCK THE DOOR, INITIATE ALL THE DROID AND FORTRESS DEFENSE PROTOCOLS," he yelled at her and the kids, his tone, left them no choice but to follow his orders as Abigail hurried back inside, tripping a few times as she saw her children open the door and watch their father in fear. They had only been trained by him for a few months and have never seen him in a proper fight.

Christen's eyes shined bright as his view changed to the three chiss assassins currently rushing him.

They were now only five meters away as he twirled his lightsabers between his fingers. He had already killed one. He counted twelve assassins and the two royal officers behind this mission. The colors on the assassin's clothing indicated these men were royal guards under the Tetan's Empress. Did that mean they were thrown out of their System?

What did they want with his wife? He didn't know and didn't care.

Honestly, Christen would kill them all the same.

The three chiss finally reached him, but the force called a sudden warning to him as he now equipped his other two sabers to make it, so he was now wielding his two twisted double-bladed lightsabers. As soon as he did, the blastor bolts started to rain down upon his beskar armor as he blocked a few strikes from the Vibro-bladed chiss. Christen dodged a few more attacks as he didn't even bother blocking the blastor bolts, his beskar armor harmlessly deflecting them into nearby trees and the ground beneath him., he twirled his lightsaber disarming two of his attackers, and kicked the lone armed chiss in the stomach hard enough that he felt a crunch teeth his boot as the chiss flew into a tree behind him with a sticking thud, he had no time to see the limp body fall as he felt the force warn him to move to the right.

As he did, two chiss now had engaged him with daggers as they tried to tackle him, not even caring about the dozens of blaster bolts flying through the air. He kicked one of the two chiss in the side targeting his kidney along with slamming his fist into the spine of the other assassin, and it was with both hits that his kick broke all but a few ribs along with bursting the man's kidneys with the force, the spine of the other was ruptured.

Usually, his strikes wouldn't do much damage, but his Beskar plated gloves meeting clothed blue flesh head-on was not the best combination as from what he heard and felt, he had broken now just a few ribs. That honestly didn't matter because those ribs punctured his lungs as the man was now spasming with blood flowing out his mouth.

The other was simply a vegetable as the damage done to his spine made him fully paralyzed. He tilted his head down at the two sying men. He huffed as he granted them a quick death as he swiped their necks with his sabers. The blueish blood of the chiss covered the ground beneath him. He felt a pulse to his back left as he quickly lifted his hand and caught a chiss who tried to sneak behind him, the man's face was contorted in pain as he brought his hands to his neck to the invisible hands off him as Christen closed his hand into a fist, the chiss before him crumpled in on himself, his screams pierced the air for a mere second, the pain enhanced through the screams.

So much that the other chiss momentarily stopped, the dead and deformed body of the Chiss fell in a heap on the green grass and foliage of the gardens surface, the blood pooled around the ground fertilizing the crops beneath.

Christen turned to the other nine assassins and lunged towards them like a man possessed, his orange eyes flaring up so brightly it hurt. Several of the chiss slowly charged him and tried to surround him, each blasting dozens of blaster bolts into the creases between his armor plates, frantically trying to find a weakness in the armor. They tied throwing thermal detonators and flash grenades. Still, he batted them aside with the force. He turned his charge towards the biggest chiss, a man a few inches shorter than him. Christen lowered his shoulder as armor met light clothing and flesh. He heard the grunt of the chiss as christens hand to hand training kicked in as he mapped out the best way to take the beasts out.

Abigail was inside, pressed against the glass, watching her husband fight them. "He's going to get killed! Mom, we need to help him!" Amber exclaimed in horror, knuckles white as she palmed her training lightsaber and wester 34 blaster. Her usually calm and mature face was now contorted from the fear of seeing her dad fighting over a dozen opponents.

She moved to the door but was stopped by her mother's voice.

"NO!, your father has to do this, trust me. He's far stronger than he shows. You should know. And he would rather die than even see you injured. Right now will be the first time you'll see the other side of your father, and I doubt this will be the last" Abigail calmly assured her, but even she held her breath unknowingly.

Inside, she was just as worried; she just got her husband back, sure Abigail had seen him kill hundreds of people during their time together before he abandoned them, but right now, she could barely recognize him anymore. However, even then, her heart still beats faster every time the chiss threw a fist and blaster bolt his way. Still, seeing her husband in his orange and black Beskar plated armor made her hormones whine in excitement and lust.

Christen grinned as he deactivated his lightsabers and clipping them onto his belt. The Chiss charged at him, red and blue blaster bolts hitting his armor as he let the man rush him. Christen deduced the quickest way to get past the man's defense. Letting the beast get close enough, he made his move, Jumping over his head letting the man run under him quietly drawing a few knives from his armors back compartments, dried blood still there from previous fights, quickly kicking another that had been running behind the first through the side of the head while stabbing the man through the neck, dried red blood now met hot blue liquid.

Using his left foot, he quickly used the force to back his blow, knocking him out with a sick crunching sound as his metal boot stuck his enemies face, quickly spinning the first chiss around to face him with a small amount of force the man's face was filled with determination but that soon turned into fear as the attacker looked straight into the blinding suns that christen called his eyes, pushing his hand out and using the force to grab the man lifting him a few feet off the ground before closing his hand into a fist as the man screamed as his body was crushed into a small fist-sized mound of flesh and bone, the ground covered with blueish blood,

the two generals were now panicking as they blasted him with blaster fire while shouting at the other soldiers to pull back and continued their useless barrage of blaster fire. He used the force to move one of the two officers to him.

The man's facial expressions of fear, fright, and terror were addicting to him. He flew twenty meters in less than a second as christen activated his right hidden cortosis blade, the eighteen-inch blade pushed out just in time for him to stab the Officer straight in the chest, blood began squirting from the wound, the man still somehow held a blade loosely trying to stab christen in the neck. But it was useless as it only met beskar and cortosis mesh.

He could sense one trying to sneak up behind him, turning quickly as he quickly pulled out a lightsaber with his free hand and slashed downward with his lightsaber behind him. The blade made a sizzling sound as it cut the Chiss in half. After seeing most of their comrades fall to the ground, dismembered or dead, the rest of the Chiss hunting party tried running off, frightened.

Christen brings his hand up in a fist as the remaining warriors who weren't already mounds of flesh were crushed with the force. Their screams pierced the air as he smiled devilishly at the remaining three chiss, a general, and two skinny assassins, with only three remaining chiss who thought better of their lives and tried to flee back towards the shuttle. Blood littered the trees and grass around him as his chest heaved in slight movements, and the only sound was Christen's light breathing from the inside of his helmet. He thought they had all run a safe distance so his family couldn't see him the entirety of the gore he would bring on these men.

Christen used the force to quickly sprint after them, quickly catching up with the last and slowest of the group who had been yelling at their companions as the shuttle with the lone terrified Tetan Officer had begun to take off.

"Don't leave us with this mon...Ahckk" was as far as the Chiss got when the christen leaped forward towards the scared and unsuspecting blue skin and red-eyed men. To them, Christen had seemingly jumped out from the shadows, tackling both the ground, their blasters clanging to the sides as christens attack knocked them from their grip. Having landed on his knees, Christen was in the perfect position to kill. Raising the cortosis blades of his head and drove them into the back of one the chiss, and through the thin assassin helmet of the other, he laughed inside his head as he thought some soldiers would be wearing armor. Still, they hadn't cause they had only been expecting to kill an only queen and her family.

Small amounts of blood leaked from the wounds as the groans and gurgles of his victims were all he could hear, keeping still for a moment holding his weapons in their place as the bodies of the troopers twitched before going still with their last breaths, ensuring they were dead christen removed the knife in a twisting motion and twirled them around letting the blood spill off them before putting them back into the compartment on his back, he rose with the adrenaline rush and ran back to his house, as he came into view he could see his children and wife. Still, his attention was on the ship trying to take off. It had only gotten a hundred meters away before christen threw his arms out in its direction.

The young tetan Officer, a man of age thirty, had thought he had just made a getaway of a lifetime, a completely overprepared mission to take out one Queen and enslave her seven uptight children.

They had vastly decreased the security of her world to the point their spies were well within the company of a certain Hapen Prince. Still, the spy had found out, but seemingly nothing was found out. The spy never told them the king had returned or was A KRIFFING SITH.

His mind was on the thought of how he was going to tell the Empress of this failure, she never wanted anything to do with the Hapen culture, but the sith sent by their Dark lord Darth Bane had promised them a place of great importance within his Empire, after giving them a few dreadnaught designs that were seemingly ahead of their time, the Empress after months of talks had finally caved in to the invasion. They were already within half the Consortium before the republic surprisingly helped the Hapen consortium, even though the Tetans were within the republic and not the Hapen consortium. And it was all thanks to the Senator of Naboo. She had garnered enough support from the outer rin and inner rim worlds, along with the inner core being divided on the matter, enough for the newly commissioned clone army to help defend the System from the Empire. And now the republic was having talks of trying to bring the Consortium into their ranks for the war effort.

He was about to punch in the navigation codes for the hyperdrive, but he was then lurched forward and thrown into the cockpit walls. He was bleeding heavily from a gash above his eyes and was so disoriented that he didn't even notice the walls and metal of the shuttle crumpling in on itself. Soon within seconds, the engine and the hyper matter were crushed shuttle was engulfed in a bright explosion.

Christen looked out at the shuttle...or what used to be a shuttle, a giant ball of molten metal was levitating a hundred and fifty meters above the ocean. He opened his now closed fist and smiled as the ball of flaming hot metal fell into the water.

He turned around from the destructive sight and walked over to his kills. Each man was lying in a pool of blood as bones sticking out of their bodies. He swiftly decapitated every single one; he took pleasure in the way their heads rolled around the garden floor, sighing as he deactivated his lightsabers and pulled off his hood. Turning around, he smiled as Abigail climbed out of the hovel with a disgusted-looking face, but it soon turned into one of warmth and love as she began hurrying over to embrace her husband.

"Hi, my nexa, this is a great welcome home. We'll need to talk about these defenses that I put on you and the fortress ad why they are turned off," he said, albeit a little pissed. He was still happy to see his family, hugging her tight, slightly groping her ass as she slapped the back of his head and heard the sounds of false gagging coming from his children.

"Christen Revanchist Skywalker, you stop that," she screamed into his neck as she nuzzled herself into it. All it did was make him laugh before he calmed down and took her face in his hands and staring into her beautiful eyes.

"Are you hurt? Are you alright?" He pulled back, holding onto her cheeks.

"I'm quite alright since you got them before I could even see them, but next time could you be a little more discrete with the killing? I rather the children not get any ideas," she assured him while kissing his hand while looking at him, smiling softly. At the same time, pointing to the mounds of bodies and pools of blood that littered the outskirts of the garden.

"We need to talk about the lack of my droids and the lac.."Christen tried to bring up his argument, and his wife's face took an irritated look. It usually indicated this would become another argument.

"I don't need a bunch of YOUR empire droids running around me all the time. Please, let's just not speak of this until later tonight, Christen" he looked guilty about the way she just talked to him.

"Nexu, I'm so..." but she paused when she saw him smile sadly behind her.

"You really know how to make an entrance Father, by the way, where is the new droid HK something?" Lucian quipped.

The two sets of older twins looked at him with red faces; he knew they were trying their best not to laugh at their brother's question after seeing their father kill more than a dozen men so ruthlessly in less than a few minutes. It didn't help that Abigail was busy pulling and messing up Christen's hair.

"You could say the same about your birth, and the droid is an HK-70 son and should have been keeping an eye on your mother, but I'm guessing ill need to fix the bug in which he listens to her," Christen answered with a chuckle, hiding his honestly at the situation, it seemed only his wife and Amber caught on to what he said.

On the other hand, his son took a fake hurt look while Christen stayed looking at his son with a playful glare as he patted his son's back. "If you're going to hit the king, you got to kill the king."

Lucian shoved his father playfully with a grin. "Hey, hey, enough, you two, we've had enough excitement for the night," Abigail scolded. Lucian apologized but still held a slight grin on his face. She laughed softly as she looked towards christen with a now severe look. "The Tetan's have been getting more brave and dangerous; it's been getting worse since the republic came here. I guess they thought they could strike me when you kicked the republic out of our System. since you found their spy, they have been running around the forest and caves on the southernmost part of the third continent for the last few weeks, but the Hapen Guard have mostly squashed them," Amber commented. Christen glanced over his shoulder at his Daughter, confused as to why the tetan's could be trying to invade their people and his family. "I will have my people look into the tetan's tonight and see what we can gather up," he answered as he turned back to walk back to the bodies.

"Hey, dad?" Amber caught up to him.

"yes, Amber?"

"mom told me while you were gone that your like three-hundred-year-old..." christen stopped walking as she continued talking. He looked back at the house and saw his wife watching them. It didn't take long for her to see the irritated look on her husband's face. She knew then that her drunken night where she came home from her partner's house, almost getting caught by her eldest daughter, she broke down crying in front of her, and may or may not have told her a few things about her father, not it seemed as though her Daughter went to her father with questions.

"Dad?"

"Oh um, sorry dear... what was your question? He continued walking towards the chiss bodies.

"How- the spear that mom tells me about doesn't make sense. If it was a time dilation field that kept you on a planet, that would be fine, but I don't understand how you could go throughout the galaxy while moving at a completely different time rate as us" her voice trembled, and he felt a bit of an accusation.

"Let me tell you about the World between Worlds and the force user who created the spear which was connected to my very core by my sith Master" her eyes seemingly popped out her head. She simply shook her head as she awaited another of her father's force-based discussions.

HOURS LATER

Christen and Amber were just about finished burning the dead bodies that littered the ground with their force lightning, his daughters looking like little string of electricity rather than the large streaks of lighting that came from his fingertips.

The smell, while horrible, was better than building a fire and putting in more work than these monsters were worth. He gathered up his kids as they had already been alerted by the basic bipedal droid that dinner was about to be set. Christen rolled his eyes at his children, who could not stop talking about what they have been doing while he was gone. It only took them a few minutes to get to the dining hall, where the rest of the family was waiting for them.

"So Dad, Mom told us you went to Illum, whatcha do over there? Hopefully getting us crystals for our lightsabers," Damian said with more of a statement than a question, damn kid, he stood smiling. Christen forcefully smiled a little.

"Yes, I did, among other things. I am sorry, kids, for my quick departure when I was here, but I had a mission to go on, and getting crystals was simply a side trip." Christen answered.

"Speaking of leaving dear husband, earlier last week, I have been asked to visit Coruscant for a few months," Abigail announced, gaining silence from the whole table.

"Who invited you... please, for the love of the force, tell me you're not thinking of having Hapes join the republic? I know they helped us get rid of the Tetan's, but for Kriff sake, they are full of corruption. They'll ruin the Consortium!" Christen asked with the tiniest bit of anger. Abigail sighed. She knew he would ask that question right away. She hated his inner rage and jealousy, they had been so persistent since he's come back into her life, but she smiled, trying to keep the conversation light.

He looked over at her with a forced smile. The kids just kept eating silently but stayed listening with wide eyes.

"You remember Padme, the tiny queen we met back when we first met, and you were still my little Guard?" he nodded, staying silent to let her continue but looked sharply to his right as he heard a small snort come from his Daughter Crystal.

"well, she invited me to visit and said she needs my help with stopping the War from getting worse than it already is with some bill the chancellor just passed, and he's about to pass another, giving him more power. There is a situation on Christophis, and she says hundreds of billions will die from the sound of it," she replied. Abigail rested her hand on her husband's armored wrist with a comforting smile.

"I'll stay here for a couple more weeks, but then I'm going to be getting ready to go to Coruscant, love," she replied. while looking at him seductively as she tried to distract his slight anger

"Ah yes, Padme, how is she doing these days? Is she still the Queen? She should be in her mid-twenties by now, right? And you still did not answer my question!?" Christen asked innocently.

"Actually twenty-two, but she is Naboo's senator now, and no, I'm not having the system join the republic...simply trading with them, please what we took from the republic will be the last we accept their help, from now on we will charge them for any and all resources that come from our space," she replied, irritated that he would ever think of such a thing.

"Then why are there still republic war cruisers among the carrier and transport vessels at the other edges of the System? I have half a mind to crush them into nothing but ash," he threw back with a growl, his eyes shined brightly, and his children stopped breathing for a second before christen let go of his anger and simply glared at his wife for trying to lie to him. Abigail's eyes popped out of her head as fear took over, so she breathed slowly as she calmed down.

"Some of the traders in the market swindled some of the republics senators in Sabacc last week, and the admiral lost those two Venatar 1's I think they call them thankfully it was a person within the guard that won, and thus those ships are filled with our people" she answered and was surprised and relieved to hear a soft laugh from her husband. He pinched the bridge of his nose,

"I-I'm sorry... Nexa, I overreacted" he conceded

Abigail laughed softly. "Hun, you're exhausted," she told him, standing up. "No, I'm alright," he assured her. Amber and the kids chuckled lightly.

"Daddy, come on. You've just got home and fought Chiss assassins, and I think you deserve to rest a little bit. Come on. We have droids to train with anyways. Let's go," Amber told her younger siblings as she literally dragged them to the house's training room. Christen perked up at the mention of the training droids, "Yes, you all need to double your training, as I can see none of you have made your own lightsabers. You are still using the ones I left here, well in a few months ill have some for you guys" he said.

Still, he silently sighed as he let his wife pull him up and practically dragged him to his room to make sure the family didn't have another argument. Plus, he had work to do. He needed to make sure the Empire looked into the empress teta region, but he would give the mission to Lady Takia, and the Twi'Lek sith that he found was named Talia. He knew the job to take care of. Right now, he had to oversee the Empire from afar.

TWO WEEKS LATER

NABOO, ROYAL PALACE

Abigail and Christen arrived on Naboo. They had to delay their arrival by a dozen hours because the ids made a fuss about not being able to come to Naboo. The couple walked down the ramp of his personal fleet's newly commissioned stealth cruiser. It was deemed the X-70B Phantom Covert class stealth cruiser, simply a watered-down version of his own freighter ship.

It was around eighty meters long and over ninety meters wide at the rear, and it was twenty meters tall. It was not overly done in terms of what his military uses for shuttle Cruisers. But it included a double shielding along with a point five hyperdrive. The hull was only capital steel, nothing special in terms of material, and it had a very advanced sensory system and limited cloaking abilities.

Abigail pulled up her hood over her head along with her husband, who insisted on keeping his identity hidden, much to her displeasure as she wanted to flaunt him about. Currently, he was wearing his regular orange and black armor, his helmet was on, but the mask was pulled back. They walked towards the Palace, both of them taking in the beautiful views of the city. Christen kept getting stares as they walked by. He couldn't blame them. He was almost seven feet tall, and at two hundred ninety pounds without the armor, he was a mountain of a man. On top of that, he was decked in his painted beskar Mandalorian-styled armor and helmet, along with his lightsabers and other weapons dangling on his armors belt or magnetic clamps.

Knowing the time and info that christen had gotten from his spies set within the sector when he told them he would be visiting it, they both knew Padmé would be in a meeting with Queen Jamilla.

Shaking his head slowly at the thought of the little thirteen-year-old Queen now being a senator, he couldn't help but think of how busy his friend had to keep herself. Since he had no room to talk, he had his own responsibilities that kept him away as well. Busy obtaining all assets from his company Biotech and retracting it from the galaxy, save for the black markets, his Empire was also scouring the three sectors they are in control of in the unknown regions, along with the encroaching of two newly mapped sectors that are simply waiting for his Empire to open its secrets.

Then the maintenance and taking care of the well-being of the almost fifteen million military personnel and nearly three hundred million sentient beings among two dozen species under his Empire's rule.

In the last fifteen years, he learned that the sith under his Master's rule had "freed" hundreds of millions of slaves, but they couldn't leave the chosen fifteen planets in the unknown region and tython system. Still, when he took his Master's place, his Empire would slowly allow them more rights. If he freed them all simultaneously, he risked them revolting and tearing his Empire from the inside. He needed them to depend on him... to make them his people.

Walking up the stairs to the Palace, Christen and Abigail quietly made their way down the hall to Padmé's office. Sabé smiled and was about to ask them who they were, but her voice faltered as she looked at the giant armored individual that seemed to make her seem like a small child. She had to look straight up to see christens visor, her eyes literally popping out her head in fear mixed with confusion. She gulped as she went back to smiling, recognizing the cloaked woman figure immediately, letting them inside. "She'll be finished soon. It is an honor to be in your grace Queen Mother," she informed and greeted them quietly.

"Thank you," Abigail answered as Christen went to stand in a corner to blend in, which he was an expert at.

"I still don't get how you managed to learn that love," she quipped, making them both smile. "Well, I did have a lot of time as a time dilated slave," Christen said awkwardly laughing, making Abigail frown at the slight joke of his enslavement.

Padmé walked down the hall with her datapad in her hand. "Sabé, do you have all my things ready for my trip to Coruscant?" she asked.

"Of course, everything is all set. Don't worry, everything will be under control here," Sabé assured her. Padmé smiled before she went to go into her office. "Could you inform Dormé that she'll be coming to Coruscant with me?" she asked.

"Of course," Sabé answered, smiling. "And Captain Typho' the Queen insists that he comes with me as well," Padmé told her. "Padmé, will you calm down? I have everything under control. And it seems the Hapen Royalty is here a month ahead of schedule. The Queen Mother will be here shortly. It seems they entered the lower orbit just a few minutes ago, if what the sensors say," Sabé assured her friend.

Padmé smiled a little, letting out a sigh. "You need to relax a little. Maybe after this War, you can finally have a break with that Jedi of yours," Sabé teased lightly. Padmé raised her eyebrow. "I told you that we're not supposed to talk about this," she answered as she looked down at her datapad again. "So? Doesn't mean you can't make plans," Sabé told her.

"Sabé…" Padmé said with a sigh, "It wouldn't be much fun if Anakin's not here to give his own ideas." "I truly, truly doubt it'll matter to him. Have you ever seen the way he looks at you," the other girl answered? Padmé shook her head slowly. "I have work to do," she informed Sabe going into her office. "As always," Sabé said with a mock bored yawn as she went back to work.

Shaking her head again, the Senator laughed softly as she walked into her office. As soon as the doors closed, she realized she wasn't alone. Looking up, she nearly screamed until she realized who it was. "Abigail Soresu RevanChist, what are you doing here?" she demanded, clearly irritated that Sabe was tricking her. Christen winced, hearing his wife's maiden name, sad that they couldn't use his. He had tried to run away from the skywalker name for the short time he was in the galaxy as a free man. "Surprise," she answered with a grin.

Padmé shook her head slowly when a frown appeared on her face. Looking over to where Christen was, she froze as her face was marked with fear at the sight of a giant and tall pitch-black shadow that shouldn't be there as she went for her blaster on her thigh until Abigail spoke up,

"Don't worry, Padme, and he's my... personal guard." Padme shook out of her daze. Getting over the mysterious and menacing shadowy figure,

she walked over to Abigail, wrapping her arms tightly around her back. "I wasn't expecting to see you for another month," she murmured. "I wanted to see my best friend that I haven't seen since I was 27," she answered, setting her back down on the floor.

"Besides, Sabé has been sending me those threatening messages you had been receiving, may not be as bad as the ones I got from the Titans, but it's still horrible to even think of happening to you" Padmé let out a sigh. "Sometimes, I feel like I should hire another of the queen's handmaidens," she commented.

"Why? Because they tell me what you should be telling me?" his wife asked with her voice rising in anger and worry with every word. Taking this as a hint Christen came up to lean against the wall behind next to her. "I think they're just empty threats," Padme answered, waving it off.

Christen decided to step in, and she was acting incredibly stupid. "Senator, your life is being threatened, and you're taking it lightly when you shouldn't be. We will be here to keep you safe. I am quite used to guarding Royalty," he told her as she sat down at her desk, and his wife looked to him in mild surprise and suspicion at his hint of being their friend's new personal guard.

Padmé looked up at him with a confused look as if deciphering a tome, still trying to figure out who he was. Still, after a minute, she simply looked back to his wife "Abigail, I just have too much work to do without worrying about empty threats, I have already dealt with before," she told her.

"These aren't just empty threats, Padmé! I should know since my planet was attacked three times! I really don't think it's a good idea for you to go to Coruscant," she answered.

Christen spoke up at that time, " If you would like Senator, I can look at these messages to try to find who sent them. My armors computer is beyond high tech compared to what I've seen on the planet so far" She looked at him as if he had grown an extra head.

"That is a generous offer but unnecessary. I will be fine. I have been working to end this conflict since it started. I won't stop because of more threats," she answered.

"At what cost, though?" Abigail asked, "Wouldn't you like to be marrying someone in your future?"

"...yes," she replied as she sifted through the pile of datapads that littered her desk.

"Yes, but how will that happen if you get killed?" She asked.

Padmé was silent. "Stop talking nonsense, please," she answered, standing up.

"This isn't nonsense, Padmé; this is your life!" She exclaimed.

"ABIGAIL ENOUGH!" she told her with a scream, turning around to look at her. Abigail was silent but still worried. "I'm just worried about your safety. You're my fr- friend," she told her as she stuttered with emotions boiling over.

"I'm... sorry, Abie, it's just I've been hearing this kind of talk from everyone, don't think I'm not concerned with my safety. It's exactly why I'm going to Coruscant with several bodyguards," she answered. Walking over, she stood in front of her, holding onto her arms. "I'm going with you," she told her.

"Abigail, you can't. I'm sure you have more pressing issues to deal with as Queen Mother," she answered, but my wife cut her off.

"My husband will be arriving on Naboo later today, and I'm going to try to talk him into coming with," Padmé sighed, sensing her longtime friend had made up her mind. She was even more stubborn than herself.

"When do you leave for Coruscant?" Abigail asked. "Tomorrow mid-day, I'll make preparation to have my shop docked where your odd locking ship is," she replied. She nodded her head slowly. "I'll meet you at your parents' house tonight. I have to go," she told her. Padmé watched her friend and her bodyguards leave and let out a sigh as she went back to her desk to go back to work.

Walking out of the Palace, they both had their hoods over their heads when they saw the Phantom shuttle land. Smiling, he made his way over to greet the new droid. It was a variant the Empire created from an old HK-55 model's skeleton. He deemed it HK-74, an all-purpose military droid, who came strutting out in his beskar armored body long with cortosis mesh with all the qualities that made the HK series so formidable, his body colored black and orange with the symbols of his Empire and jedaii order gleamed on the droids two orange chest plates.

The droid walked down the ramp looking fierce as ever with mounds of weapons on him.

"HK, right on time," he greeted with his usual cold tone

"Excitement: I am honored master, are there any Meat bags for me to neutralize this time" the droid's eyes gleamed brightly

"all in due time, HK, I'm glad the empire's engineers had enough brainpower to create such a variant as yourself, HK" Christen grinned evilly underneath his hood. At the same time, his wife stood there awkwardly as the two metal-covered beings conversed.

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