I HOPE THIS CHAPTER IS TO YOUR LIKING

As Christen shifted out of hyperspace, having to come out of hyperspace once when he got close to his home system to where he could make the direct jump to the planetary system of Onderon, the blue lines slowly moving to the picture above the desolate forest Moon that circled the planet, as soon as the shift ended, he shut off the ship thrusters. He activated his ship's comlink so he could inform his wife.

"Abigail, if you can hear me, we have arrived at Dxun" he stated, hoping she was still close to her comm. A few minutes of infuriating silence followed before he got a response, as his comm opened to show his wife's hologram with the inside of the senate building in the background...

"Understood, love, I'm still in a meeting. I just got a call from Amber, who said the kids are going crazy and want to spend time with you rather than the...sith you sent to train them. I told her to keep them as busy as possible with the hand-to-hand training, but she said there's only so much she can teach... I'm going to be busy keeping an eye on things in the Senate... it is actually infuriating how corrupt this place is." she quietly informed him while ending on a whiny tone. He sighed, totally forgetting about his children, with most of his time being taken up by guarding Padme or look like he was protecting them when really he was infiltrating and getting calls from his officers.

"Laky Takia is a wonderful trainer, sure she is a bit eccentric with lightsaber training but she isn't too bad to deal with... I hope, but don't worry, I'll see what's going on with them when I get this done with, has the Chancellor made any curious or suspicious moves yet? I don't trust him. With all the power he has now, love, he's a couple of steps away from becoming a dictator, and I don't think the rest of the galaxy even realizes. I mean, I'm basically a dictator mixed in with a confederacy. But for what it's worth, this is the best for the inhabitants of this galaxy, and it works for my empire, but this guy seems to think for himself... or at least that's what I can tell through the Force," he answered with a worried but annoyed tone, the last thing he needed was to deal with more sith or dark siders.

"I truly don't trust him either, but no, he hasn't done anything that could raise any warning signs to us or the empire... which, by the way, any updates on that little military of yours you keep trying to keep from me?" Abigail replied, raising an eyebrow along with a slight sneer on her face.

She still didn't like the idea of her Husband being in control of an entire government other than the consortium, let alone the entirety of an Empire or whatever he called it. Both of which she knew very little about as he had kept it mostly secret from her. Knowing he only told her the truth because he could never bear the thought of hurting her like he had when she found him talking to his admiral when he was supposed to be in bed with her, or the other times it happened over the last couple of weeks had been waring on her mind expertly with how she had been treating him when he wasn't near.

Christen was silent on his end, finding her to be more aggressive than he used to remember, and he'd rather not sleep on a couch for the remainder of the trip. She decided to end the conversation since he was still embarrassed. "well, find whatever you can, alright. Also, I overheard a transmission from Padme's new Jedi guard to the Council. They are sending someone named the Dark Woman to Dxun. It appears they have a transmitter on your Jedi's friend's ship. You'll have just over an hour after he shows up, then she will most likely be within the system. It seems like you have a good time making friends, My love," she informed.

"Oh come on, they always gotta think something they don't understand or is not on their side of what the force has to be connected with the sith or so-called dark side, and they seem to be fit to force me to take the first life... well then so be it" he answered sarcastically through the anger he felt by being called a sith was unbearable. "I will make contact with you when I send the Jedi away. I will not have him interfere with my prey. Nexu out."

"Nexa out," she answered, sounding slightly disturbed with how quick her Husband can change into a battle-hungry beast.

Christen had to wait a few hours for Obi-Wan to arrive as the Jedi was probably taking the legal routes like a little good Jedi bitch. He was using that time to think how fast his ships can travel. They could practically run circles around the republic fleets was almost embarrassing.

He was waiting for close to five hours since he entered the system, so to pass the time he had his fighter enter the atmosphere, he commanded a few HK to release a few IT-M83 probe droids to help him map the area. He only had three onboard, so it wouldn't take long for this side of the planet to be surveyed on a respectable level.

When he got the scans back, the first thing he noticed was just over two dozen odd-looking buildings built into the ground and mountainsides. If he were using a republic scanner, he would not be able to see them. He would have only picked up the hundreds of buried ships alongside a few temples and the hidden buildings. They looked to be of his own designs, with a few changes here or there, so he must be in the right place. He had to discourage himself from going towards what looked to be a buried Mandalorian hideout beneath the rubble of a broken ship.

But what got his attention was the inhabited building that was close to ten square kilometers on each of its three sides. It was close to a large quantity of stipped warships along with a roadway to the Mandalorian hideout. The scanners also picked up hundreds of tunnels beneath the surface, each going towards the buildings hidden across the land.

He could also pick out the thousands of TY droids lead by people in the uniforms of his empire. They seemed to be working with large quantities of ore and metal, filling large cargo crates, then returning into the buildings, with a thick door slamming down behind them.

The droids came back for the tenth trip when he took him from the lovely sight.

"Statment: Master I Detect a ship coming out of hyperspace near our coordinates. Should I turn on the defensive measures of the ship?" HK asked something of a giddy tone tipped the droid's vocal sensors. He gave the droid a side-eye, not even responding to him before he swung his ship around to the pitch blackness of space, right before seeing Obi-Wan's ship appeared out of hyperspace.

Christen sent the Jedi a comm request so they could speak, he got a wabble of the man's ship in affirmation, and soon he heard the Jedi's voice.

"Hello, Your Majesty. I hope you weren't waiting long?" Obi-Wan asked, not genuinely sounding sorry.

"Mhmm, it doesn't matter, JEDI. I've found the base that is probably the place we are looking for since my probe droids haven't picked up anything else as significant. Just follow me to the landing bay on the east side and don't get lost," he lied as he didn't want the Jedi investigating more than they needed to.

"lead the way, Sit... I mean, lord Punisher" the Jedi sneered with either courage or stupidity while Christen thought about wringing his neck and seeing the Jedi's ship crash into the jungles below. The talk with the Jedi council before the Jedi left and the fact some Dark woman is supposed to be coming within an hour left Christen on edge.

Flying towards a landing pad that was the nearest he could access within the most prominent building, it sat on the east side of the main building.

Christen quickly Landed his craft in a way that would make it easy to get away if things got nasty. Christen already saw the personnel and droids that were running about look at his ship with wide eyes. Within seconds, they all got up and very expertly vacated the area, and when the Jedi finally dropped the place empty.

Christen got out, pulling his hood over the forehead part of his mask. He looked towards the landing Jedi craft and waited for the older man to get out with heavy breaths.

" nice lungs, you got there...you know, for a Jedi, you're a rather peculiar man. I wouldn't be surprised if you get caught a lot in this war if what I'm seeing is anything to go by," he chuckled out as the Jedi got near him. Christen got a glace of the Jedi's face to adorn a heavy scowl before he schooled his features. Christen saw the man mouth the first and most destructive of the Jedi code and then turned to him and looked straight into his eyes or rather the mask of his helmet.

"well, for being three hundred years old, your a real child," the Jedi spat back in weak spite as christen laughed before his mask's internal comm came alive with the voice of HK.

"Statement: Master, I've just broken facilities security grid, sending schematics to you now" christen didn't answer but simply nodded at the Jedi while smirking within his helmet.

"Why don't you head on inside? I need to meditate, plus they should know of the Jedi, and you should be the one talking. This is your mission, after all, and I'm simply here to find out about the assassins that almost took my wife and beloved friend from mine, my young Jedi" he mused as he looked out of the landscape surrounding the buildings.

The Jedi mumbled under his breath while Christen followed behind. As he did, he pressed a button on the inside of his forearm, activating a recording device in his mask's HUD.

Fallen statues were littered all over the outside of the building, most worn from the weather to even have the figures be recognized from each other. Now that he could see it up close, he realized the base was or used to be a temple of sorts, most likely built during the sith Empire of Revan's era.

Christen only knew of one recorded temple on the planet. It was the tomb of freedom Nadd. His master had him research it, but when he brought his master everything he found, it was quickly taken from him, like with most of his research and designs, but most of those he had already taken back with his or rather what was supposed to be his master's Empire.

The statues had the same face. They looked strange, nothing like Freedon Nadd, but the thing that made him wary was the eyes... they were the same ovalish shape as his own irises, sure he never cared for it, but his were more slited than the average human, this statue now seemingly mirrored his own. He kept seeing the Jedi stop and look back at him, as if making the connections himself, yet saying nothing as they continued, a headache was coming on as to how he would have to evacuate the planet since the Jedi now would be likely to send another team of Jedi here once Obi-Wan gets word back to them.

Near the temple, entrance stood a tall peach-skinned man covered in clothing remnant of most cults he's seen, but Christen's Eye's couldn't miss the symbol of his Empire over the man's chest. The man seemingly stood there with his hands clasped behind his back, as if he was waiting for them to walk to him.

"you go ahead, Jedi. I'm gonna take a sample of these statues, they seem to be old, and the historian in me is beyond curious," he yelled as the Jedi was now at least ten meters in front of him. The Jedi topped upon hearing him and narrowed his eyes into Christen's mask for a few seconds before the man slumped his shoulders and nodded as he walked to the strange man.

The man was in all-white, not a spot on the clothing, just pure radiant white. He was jealous of Obi-wan to meet the man first until he saw he was at blaster point. quietly following after them before the closing doors shut him out

Once they were out of eyesight, Christen snuck inside by bypassing the security on the door, and it took him at least five minutes since the place had hundreds of layers of security blocks. If HK were here, it would take a mere half minute.

He was using the Force to cloak himself to remain undetected as the door closed behind him. As he walked through the halls, he noticed everything looked the opposite of what one would be expected by what's on the outside.

There was nothing but white cleanliness, no dirt anywhere, just clean white hallways, floors, and machines. It was starkly similar to the designs of the base upon Odessen. Hopefully, the entire base wasn't a case of heresy for his Empire, he would really hate to kill all the people within the most restricted base within his Empire, but then again, if it was so restricted, how could a Jedi like Obi-Wan get in...oh that man is so dead.

He knew of the yashan program from a few unredacted files, but he couldn't even access thousands of others.

But if there were another program that his men were hiding from him, well, he would have to go to tython and Odessen to kill them for deceiving him.

Passing hundreds of aliens and humans all wearing the same irritating white. A dozen minutes have gone by since he started traveling these hallways, the sensors in his armor mapping out the area, the schematics HK had given him mainly were correct. Still, a few small hallways were seemingly built since the schematic was made. It didn't matter. The map he had will make it easier if he needed to make a getaway.

He quickly noticed that everyone on this base, even the cleaning personnel or somewhat armored up Twi'lek janitor had a blaster blastor stapped to his hip.

Christen walked closer to the west side of the building but soon found himself stopping within the middle of the base when he saw the see-through medical facility doors and the nameplate next to it that said

Embryo Chambers. His eyes widened as he focused through the glass and set on a sight that made him shake in awe and confusion.

All he could see were hundreds of rows filled with bacta tanks that were descending hundreds of feet down into the darkness below and traveled all the way from the ceiling that was close to twenty meters in height. But that wasn't what made him confused. The thousands of what looked like full drown men at the top of the ceiling in chambers. They seemed to go twenty chambers deep before christen could only see darkness. They trailed down and going till the bottom to what looked like newborns in the same chambers at the same number of chambers deep... what the hell was going on?

Christen couldn't figure out what species it was, but it looked familiar. It looked like... him.

They had the same sharp features and inhuman cheekbones, and longer arms than the normal human hybrid like himself.

His mother had told him that his father rambled on and on about how he was the last of his kind. His mother told me he only survived by being frozen in an abandoned carbonite slab upon a cargo ship that crashed on the planet, only to be put into slavery upon awakening.

The beings behind the glass looked to be similar to what christen would imagine a pureblood Yashan would look like.

But these bodies seemed to be... different not in the way they look but within the Force itself, but whatever this was, it was growing these beings at an unnatural rate.

Moving down the hall, still being able to see inside, he was now stopped before a chamber on the side that seemed to be on display, and before his very eyes, he saw one that had grown to near full human-sized. The creature's canine teeth were visible and looked to be a couple of centimeters longer than even his own, that was to say something since his own were the size of adolescent Wookie. They were sharp to a point like his, and he had gotten used to smiling without showing them, seeing as his wife hated them. It reminded him of what he looked like when he killed... he didn't even want to be reminded about when he loses control as he goes back to stare confusingly at the chamber before him. "What is this crazy sith shit... What have you done, master…" he said quietly. As he continued his mapping of the base while using the Force to detect where the Jedi was.

Christen snuck down another hall where he saw some engineers working on these humanoid clones. They had just taken out a batch of them. He really had to get to one of those computers to find out what was going on here, sure he could have just walked in and said he was the Emperor, but for one, he had a Jedi here, and two, the assassins had been given their equipment by this base.

After painstakingly searching the base for another half hour and having yet to run into Obi-wan, he had finally found himself within the center of the structure and within sight of the primary data storage room, making his way through the spotless white and now grey-lined halls.

Turning around, Christian closed and locked the door with the Force before he let himself sink into the chair in front of a large computer unit. He soon powered it up by sticking in his gauntlets splicer. Within a second, the holographic screens shot up, and by the time he had made himself comfortable, the splicer had already bypassed the tight firewalls.

Christen cracked his knuckles as he then began Accessing the data computer. Thank the force bane instilled a thousand hours of his life to learning how to splice into computer systems and security placements. Christen first attached a virus to the systems before he began pouring over the information in front of him.

"Building a clone army...ten thousand units ready for their orders immediately… Bane and the Empire's Grand Admiral's ordered over a hundred thousand more to be completed. They are expected to be produced in the next six years...that data entry was four years ago," he read as the inner voice kept spouting angry statements. His face was a snarl under his mask. The list of five grand Admirals would soon meet an end when christen could send the Null squad to take them out. He knew he couldn't kill his master again, but he wishes he could. To use his own species as a slave military was beyond what he could accept.

Christenscrunched his face up in an attempt to keep his emotions down as they would garner the Jedi's attention, he went back to scanning over the rest of the report.

Soon after, he now confirmed that the specimens are ninety percent full-blooded yashans mixed with DNA from Twi'Leks and Zabrak's. At this, he was even more pissed. Not only did they use him as a DNA pig, but they corrupted his species with the DNA of others.

According to the data in front of him, his people, his species were considered a race of superhuman warriors whose physiology is quite identical to humans. He already knew that by simply living his life as a gladiator on Tatooine, but any information on his species was helpful, even if it was just a repeat.

They were bred to be better than the original species, able to be remarkably agile, three to five times stronger, and thrice as intelligent as humans, their blood supposedly contains platelets capable of regenerating an immunity to a wide variety of diseases and toxins, possess heart muscles twice as strong and lung efficiency 175% better which allows them to survive underwater for roughly an hour." again repeat information for him on what he knew by going through the training of his past masters.

His species seemed to have the ability to see in complete darkness and have an internal thermal vision 'ok that last part was new, he couldn't do that' Christen stopped to think about what he was reading, thinking about how these clones, the DNA, genetics, and all the research.

Christian's mind flooded with ways to use this to his army's advantage since his military was just generations upon generations of unknown region allies. His army had only around twenty-five thousand troopers. "But who the hell built all this? is this the Yahan program or some copycat empire, belonging to the sith within the republic?" he wondered, scanning down the datapad.

It looked like a standard order form.

It was extremely odd for him, but the real question was who had been supplying these cloning plants and who had ordered the strike team and supplied them with his own tech.

Finding the order's name made him stop in confusion but mostly shock. His forehead creased with recognition as if hidden memories suddenly flooded his mind. "Lord Savior's punishment elite fleet? That's when it hit him; as if a hidden shelf of memories and what it shoed made him shake with anger. 'force kriffing Sith' he screamed within his mind as he went over the old memories. Had he been so busy with the Empire and his family that he never went through all that his masters had forced him to forget or turn over to them?

He was the one who brought back the species through his force alchemy. Still, he never went as far as actually cloning thousands of yashens. He had only created seven females so he could pass the time when not on a different planet training or being tortured, having sex with clones, even if they were his own race, had been odd at first, given the fact they were part of himself. Still, with alchemy, he had been able to create new bloodlines within their DNA.

He had gotten over it pretty quick since the first batches of clones had died after a couple of years. But he had no memories on any other batches, he could tell the memories had been ripped out of him and lost forever, but obviously, Bane used his research to create an entire army of Yashan clones.

Christen had done a majority of this research on Korriban in his first century when his masters forced him to learn the technique of alchemy on sapient beings and then up to the degree that christen could create his own species from slaves gathered by the sith, oh how thankful he was for mostly forgetting that horrible selection system.

His blood and DNA had been the samples along with the blood of other species, a painful process then followed, and within an hour, an entirely new species created by him was now a reality, and now that reality was sitting in front of him.

Scrolling down, he saw a list that blew his mind.

It said, "Emperor's Order's." Moving to look at them, he cursed loudly, almost slamming his fist when "Enter Password" flashed up on the screen.

"Of course, this is the one spot that I would lock," he muttered. He let out a frustrated sigh as he tried to remember what he would have used for the code he only had a few hundred to go off of, not hard, right?

A few minutes passed before his face turned into one of Guilt as he remembered.

Christen typed [Amber] and just like that. It unlocked the data. Of course, he would have put her name down. It was the one thing he didn't want to leave the most when he left, his now not so little girl Amber, his wife still pregnant with their youngest while surrounded by kids under the age of six, hah he had entirely forgotten about his family in the later hundred years. Still, he at least tried to remember them in many ways when he could.

Several windows opened before he finally found what he was looking for, Clone forms and information.

He saw their list of orders, and what he saw raised the suspicion he had twofold, but only two seemed to be raising red flags for Christen.

He was about to search into those two for more when he heard the door jingle as someone tried to get into the room. He didn't feel the need to run because he needed to find out what was happening here, deciding to log out and hide to the right of the door, cloaking himself in the Force, waiting to pounce on his prey. The door opened to show a doctor in white lab gear and lightly armored chest plates and gauntlets.

The man had a medium build. He was obviously human, with brown hair and ashen skin. His five-foot-six height was towered by Christen's giant frame.

Christen jumped him from the shadows, quickly covering the man's mouth with his beskar gloves, squeezing hard on the man's jaws, not letting the doctor scream he was about to use the Force to seize whatever knowledge he wanted from the man's brain, most likely rendering him in a coma for a few days at most, but before he could he soon felt a dozen small shocks course through his armor slightly stinging him.

Christen harshly threw the doctor to the side as he looked down and saw thirteen blaster marks on his newly polished armor. He scowled and looked up at the man responsible, who then pointed his blaster into the general area of his mask. Christen was ready for the man to shoot, knowing full well his armor could take much more than a couple of dozen blaster bolts before he felt any pain settle in.

But to his surprise, the doctor's face turned from anger to shock, then from confusion to relief and a great amount of fear for some reason. Christen was going to jump into the ventilation after killing the man as he used the Force with his left hand to disarm the doctor and his right to take out his now rarely used Beskar Wester pistol from his thigh and settled the barrel at the man's forehead.

but the doctor spoke before he could take the shot. "M-My lord, m-might I a-ask what yo-you're doing here?" He said in a quivering voice as the man looked like he was about to be killed for his insolence and disrespect. If he were his master Christen would have done so without a second thought.

He turned away from his thoughts as he soon lowered the visor on his helmet, revealing pulsing lava eyes that bored into the man's soul. Wasting no time, he quickly ran towards him, easily picking him up by the coat and then slamming him against the wall by the throat.

"What is this place? Who are you? And why the fuck do you know me!? ANSWER ME! "He said in a voice that would make most people have then released their bowels or faint, but the doctor, who was most certainly scared shitless, did not scream for help or plea for his life. Instead, he replied with a calm, low voice though he was shaking.

"This is Lord Banes or rather the newly Appointed Lord Savior... you, the first of five cloning facilities throughout the planet that belongs to the...your Empire, My lord. As for me, I am Doctor Strange Curtis, the lead bioengineer of the Empire and overseer of this cloning facility. I was put in charge of the facility when Bane and his sith kidnapped me to begin your clones for the war, great designs and research by the way the force-sensitive cloning would have failed without it, though only one in three hundred become force-sensitive, the clones are to be the main military force within Ban- I mean your personal sectoral fleet" Christen exhaled slowly as he let the man drop to the ground, the doctor smoothed his white clothes. Every word the man spoke brought forth more hidden memories and sudden confusion about what the hell was happening.

Christen, so confused that he decided he needed unfiltered air, he slowly took his mask off, seeing as the man already knew him.

"But... I never thought he would go this far. The designs must have been evolved further than I expected..." he drifted off as the worst and more informational of the memories suddenly hit him in Force, pissed as he remembered when he was tortured and moved from Korriban to the Tython System, various acolytes were stationed throughout the planets orbit in case he tried to escape, he was stranded in that desolate forested system for almost hundred years, the sith would come every week or so to torture him into learning the buried knowledge of lost Jedi, they never let up when he finally told then he believed in the way of the Jedaii.

It had happened multiple times on different planets as his masters said he needed to be more intuned with the mechanics of what makes the galaxy tick and indulge into the Force like it was a well.

Remembering when he was on the Sith homeworld, when he had tons of research, only for his masters to force him to create and destroy, every time he made a discovery or a completion.

At least, that is what they had told him. The doctor stood silent as he walked back and forth before turning to the man, "Alright...Doctor, let me get this straight, what your telling me is that all this" he waved his arms to the room and indicating The rest of the facility " was created by me or least the sith bastards who stole and twisted my designs and research for their own gain, and this would have then been the elite guard or fighting Force within the Empire when they inevitably killed me and used my body as a vessel for Bane's new Yashan body?" Christen said, exasperated with a large wave of anger portrayed through his voice.

The doctor was nervous as he didn't want to anger his new Emperor on his first visit to his facility, a facility the Emperor wasn't supposed to know about until he was given a tour upon arrival. The doctor quickly shook his thoughts and nodded his head in agreement all the same.

"Y-Yes, my lord, this entire building along with sixty percent of the current foundations around the planet have been built from your designs or were very inspired by them at least, as or the rest of the infrastructure we have a shipyard and droid factories currently making TY-70 medical droids along with a few weapons and armor districts" Christen was still in shock at the information and the memories that had been flooding back. However, inside he was secretly bursting with happiness.

He could now vaguely remember working for years on this research during his enslavement and training. The doctor asked if he wanted to tour the facility. Christen was still speechless in happiness and despair, realizing all of this was of his own designs.

He felt a hand on his arm, pulling him back into reality. "Your Majesty?" He spoke again. Christen shook his head from the countless thoughts bouncing around his head. "Yes, I would love to, doctor..." he trailed on as he forgot the man's name. "Strange Curtis, My lord, I think you will find the revival of your Elite troops or rather your Species to be above expectations. Would you like to have all of our data stored onto a datapad for your private viewing?" he asked as he bowed to him like his other subordinates. "Yes, Mr. Curtis, I would like one. I just think we need to get my friend off of the planet, along with shutting all air traffic down until the coast can be made clear, he's not the type I can kill at the moment, and he is a Jedi, so he'll go running back to his republic owners with all of the information he can give" he said with a snarky tone.

He did not need the Republic or anyone to find out about this.

"Ah, I'm guessing that friend would be the Jedi that is now in the southern droid factory within the base? I'm glad I came here then because the HK units have been begging to kill him since he arrived. He was to be torn apart as soon as he stepped foot outside the building. Now that you say he is with you, I guess I will call off the attack." the doctor spoke as he then mumbled a few sentences into his comm unit on the man's right chest pocket.

This surprised Christen yet made him feel calm, knowing his men would kill Jedi to keep this place secret from the rest of the galaxy. Though he shouldn't be too shocked, it was Bane who built the Empire. Of course, there would be millions of innocents killed simply because they wandered too close, and it was something christen had no problem with either.

"Yes, that would be great. I will send him off. Simply give me a few moments, doctor. I will await our meeting," he said, smiling before reattaching his mask, the hiss of the gears going back into place bouncing in his ears, but before he jumped into the vent, he turned to the doctor.

"But there is one other thing I need to be answered, doctor."

"...yes, your Majesty?" the man shook with fear as his eyes widened at the sight of his breath. The air seemed to turn ice cold before everything turned to normal.

"Why did you supply the Tetans with Chiss assassins to kill my family and Padme? Don't bother lying. I know the darts came from here, the allow id specifically designed by the Empire off of designs I created, so tell me WHY" his voice held no emotion as he looked at the doctor, who gulped in fear.

"D-D-D-Darth Bane held those orders in the empires in the small chance that an emergency took place upon his well being and the planet of the sith. It was only ever to be put into action if the temples upon of Korriban ever got uncovered or overrun. It was one of six contingency plans in place and the only one to be activated. My apologies, my lord, if the Chiss we Bought from the Ascendancy and gave to the Tetans has brought you any grief, I will take any action of consequence for this mistake" the doctor finished with a grave stricken tone as he kneeled to christens beskar boots and ut his forehead upon his toes. Christen's eyes bore into the back of the man's skull.

"well, it is good that I've killed a majority of what is left of them, and with the information you gave me, my personal squad within the republic will be able to easily take them out," he explained to the more petite man

"...are you going to kill me?" the question made him chuckle, a sound that made the doctor shiver.

"That depends... now, doesn't it?" he stated before jumping back into the ventilation shaft, leaving the doctor to look up to where christen stood, and simply let out a breath of relief.

"damn it, Curtis, you almost got yourself killed a dozen times, not a good look, Curtis not a good look at all," he stated and went to leave the room to find the Jedi they now were ordered to keep alive from what the security says he should be situated in the training hall.

Christen slowly crawled his way through the vent system and then out where he came in and walked towards the entrance where the Jedi came in, landing on the dirt floor beside a fallen statue.

Christen found Obi-Wan getting ready to talk to the Council. he silently followed behind him. The Jedi stopped upon their ships as three holograms showed up. One was the tiny green Jedi, the other was a simple Korun human, and the Jedi watched his wife and Padme.

"Hello masters, I have just concluded my mission on the strange poison," Obi-wan spoke with a solemn tone.

"Found Anything, have you?" the Jedi known as Yoda spoke in his strange dialect.

"they are Making medicine for the people of Onderon, but they also concluded a poison could be made out of their products when in large doses, the dark was a modified needle they use for patients for IV units" he spoke, it took all of christens power to not laugh out loud at the doctors cover for his clones, he shed tears as he watched on.

"And you believe them," Mace Windu sneered with disbelief

"How was it that we picked you for this mission? Were you at least able to get anything on the sith that accompanied you?" he questioned in a tone that made Christen want to slice him into pieces with a dull blade. He sounded too much like the wanna-be sith.

"well, he didn't even go inside with me, he said he wanted to archive the ancient states that littler the outside of this base, other than that he's a very aggressive fellow, the force sings around him as if it loved him a mother would a son, I believe Master Fay and Master Ti should have more information" the Jedi paused before speaking again.

"the oddest feeling started this mission, as I could feel him well before I came out of hyperspace. Furthermore, I fear he could feel me as well. While he has shown nothing of any sith-like attributes besides his bodily features, I don't trust him. Still, I would like to request that I shadow him or simply look up his activities when needed, we can't risk another war, but if we can trip him up on some charges, then we would be able to bring him into the temple" he finished with an out-of-breath tone. Mace Windu looked happy with the answer, but the old Jedi looked troubled.

"your Request, Accepted it is, find out, What you must," he spoke before Christen came from his hiding spot, walking over to his ship to talk to Obi-Wan about what he had found after speaking to his Council.

Obi-Wan tried to out his transmission upon hearing the man's footsteps, must to the displeaser of the Jedi masters and looked over at Christen.

"Ah, the Jedi council, scheming behind my back, I see?" christen saw the glares given his way by the twelve figures, the one Christen knew as Mace Windu opened his mouth to talk.

"Well, I'm sorry to burst your bubble but even with the two Jedi that has been shadowing me already ever since the meeting with the Chancellor, do hope they can keep their distance if they wish to keep the life the force has gifted them" and with that declaration christen crushed the comm into pieces within his hand and let it fall to the ground.

The air was silent as the Jedi stood there looking like a calm yet frightened child caught in the act of doing something they weren't supposed to.

"Did you find out anything of use?" he asked.

"of course, tons of knowledge to be uncovered on this planet might have to come back, but if you are speaking of the serum, then no, I have not, though a few compounds of the position I could find within walking distance on the temple. What about you?" Christen asked, grinning behind the mask, already loving that the Jedi could be so clueless about the reality of the situation. "No, the cultists around the temples were not the most friendly type. I'm surprised I'm still alive."

"It's a good thing I did my part. This could have ended very differently, so I guess we will go separate ways now?" Obi-Wan spoke, breathing hard. Christen could tell the Jedi was very worried, thinking he knew of his Jedi council call.

"Yes, that's the plan, Jedi, what are you planning on doing? he called out while walking away, not planning on hearing an answer while he set up plans to do some undercover work too on a little group called the Separatists, he could have Null Squad or any special force within the Empire to do this, but he really needed first-hand knowledge of what the separatists were doing, as his empire was preparing for the perfect time to strike both the Republic and the separatists at the same time, an entire wave of fleets would descend upon the four neighboring sectors on the Spinward boarders, inevitably starting a war with the black sun syndicate, as it the four sectors take up a third of the sectors they control at the moment, his empire would take complete advantage of the slaves within.

A dozen hours later, over the far moon of the planet Serenno, Christen was currently in the Phantom while trying to escape a few droid fighter ships that were hot on his tail.

"Kriffing cuck droid wired bastards," Christen muttered before he started doing a barrel roll. He grinned a little when the droids crashed into each other. "My lord, pull up!" Admiral Vibrio called over the com. "Calm down, Vibrio. I know what I'm doing," he answered. He dove under the ship instead of pulling up. The Admiral replied with the usual, "Yes, my Lord." Christen still needed to get used to that. He flew back to the front of the separatist transportation ship, trying to find the nearest weakness within the shield generator.

He laughed as he saw they were outside the ship's protected hull and quickly aimed at the shield generators, destroying them in one shot. He made it inside before the emergency blast doors could close.

He jumped out of the fighter and instantly was under blaster fire from a couple dozen B1 droids along with four B2s. They were pretty aggressive as they tried to attack him. Christen rolled across the floor, using the Force to push several droids backward before looking at his fighter. Smiling, he took the small remote from the pouch on his utility belt, activating the cloaking device he had installed on his ship, and none to his surprise the cheap droids simply thought he vanished.

Looking around, Christen used the Force to cloak himself. Christen sprints as he starts going through the hidden passageways through the air ducts that his probe droid found days before and gave him before he infiltrated the ship.

Since this was a command ship, he could only hope to catch some information that could be useful to uncover battle tactics, numbers on droid factories, and whatever plans the separatists had for the slavery for the natives of the planet Ryloth, along with what the spies within the empire had contacted him on what seemed to be a sizeable superweapon situated on a dreadnaught, he was asked to try to find any information he could find, as it would help the empire for finding a large target to start the War. The amount of stuttering and fear that rolled off the spies when they asked him was a memory he would not forget.

Finding information on Ryloth or any world being enslaved would be a great asset to the empire. All he needed to do was save it in a way that made the Republic look useless and out of date so that the planets simply didn't thank them and turn back to their owners... no, Christen would pull strings to make sure they felt it was best to be a part of the empire.

The Republic has allowed it to be taken by the separatists. The thought of a slave made Christen's anger bellow for revenge.

Making his way over the top of what the map said was a council room, he stopped in his tracks so he could hear the voices within the room.

"I demand another bounty hunter, another of the Chiss or a band of Weequay's, one that wouldn't become useless after this Guard dismembered the last ones like minced meat. I want Senator Amidala's head, NO I demand it!" he heard what he could only guess was Nute Gunray demand. "Patience, Viceroy, patience. You will receive what you have been asking for over the last ten years," he heard Dooku say calmly with a tightlipped smile as if knowing the job would never be done. Oh, Christen would have a fun time spying upon the Count.

only knowing of the man and the voice when going through the various Republic and separatist files that he sliced into while on the republics capital world

Christen shook his head slowly. "Not if I have anything to do about it," he thought. "I've heard that the Senator has extra security since the attempts on her life before Geonosis, and now it has become more pronounced since the latest attack," he heard Wat Tambor answer.

"Of course, that should be no surprise," Dooku replied, "but the Senator will die. and perhaps if we play the cards right, the Hapen Queen mother will follow, I have promised you that." Christen swallowed his anger, making sure to keep himself void of the Force.

The last thing he needed was Dooku to sense his presence. "It is easier to know that the Senator of Naboo has very few allies since Geonosis" Dooku pointed out to the Viceroy. "Ruining her reputation means nothing. I want her dead," he snapped.

"I think the last person we need to worry about is Senator Amidala, but we need more on this Punisher that has everyone on Courscaunt confused. No one has info on him, the Jedi seem to think he is hostile, even my spies heard that the Chancellor has failed to persuade the Senator from sending him and the Queen mother back to the Consortium, and we know nothing except for the fact that he just showed up a few weeks ago, he is obviously like the Jedi, with his lightsabers, he could very well bring the Consortium out of hiding and into the forefront of the Galaxy" Tambor informed the Council with worry evident in his voice, wanting to change the subject.

"I agree, this Punisher, who the hell is he? We know the Jedi have no clue but obviously, dislike him. He is abnormally tall if he is a human. His armor is unlike any alloy I've seen, though it might be the paint, I believe it is beskar, so how will we go about getting information?" San Hill questioned curiously.

"One thing is for sure, whenever he is seen in Coruscant, he is practically welded to Senator Amidala's and The Queen mother's side's, only leaving them a few days ago and a few times during the investigation on the attack two weeks ago" Passel Argente commented, sitting back in his "He carries a Jedi's lightsaber and not one but four of them!, but it is obvious he is no Jedi since even the Masters don't know who he is. The blade is also not of a known Jedi color, and its molten color is unlike any lightsaber I've seen a Jedi Wield," San commented.

Christen wanted to cut that man up for saying his weapons were "Jedi." Christen scowled under his mask. "He wears an armor reminiscent to that of an old…Mandalorian warrior that I seem to have heard about during the Mandalorian empire era," he heard Dooku mutter. "Either way, we need our spies to kill this Punisher. He is a threat to our work," Gunray insisted stupidly, with fear evident in his voice.

"He doesn't work for the Jedi or the Senate, but he's not working for us. This Punisher has no loyalties besides the senator and the hapen Consortium whatsoever from what I have seen," Tambor put in. Christen shook his head slowly.

'Show me a group I should be loyal to. The Republic preaches its freedom and democracy while turning the cheek to the horrors of the outside galaxy, allowing slavery to thrive simply because it was too far out, and the Trade Federation's trying to kill my family and loyal friends while also dealing in slavery. Why should I be loyal to any of them? Neither will ever gain his trust as both will fall, in time," he thought.

He glared at Nute Gunray as he went to bring his drink to his lips. Concentrating, he smiled a little when the glass shattered in his hand, christen shared a silent chuckle as the rest of the room laughed at the now stuttering neimodian.

After staying there for another hour and hearing that the superweapon was called the malevolence and a few words, he could attack outside the sectors his Empire was already planning to take.

Ryloth, the settlements of the Talz, Trandoshia, Kashyyyk, Dac, and Felucia would be the planets taken in the first wave of expanding his Empire into the galaxy.

Deciding he had heard enough, christen made his escape, time for him to get to his kids and set up to unveil himself and the Empire to this corrupted galaxy.

Back on Coruscant, The Queen mother, Abigail RevanChist Skywalker, was walking down the halls of the senate building. They were currently surrounded by a Jedi of a green tentacle species she couldn't name, HK, six senate guards, and two Hapen Guardsmen.

"Remember what I told you, Padme," she whispered into the ear of her friend.

Anyone looking their way would see two confident and assertive women walking by them. But, in reality, it was a mask. They were both exhausted from the infighting and continuous arguing from the Senate and lack of forwarding progress of trying to stop this war. Abigail knew she was only half trying as the war was going to happen again. Even if the Republic and the Separatists came to an agreement, her Husband had seen to that.

"I will," She answered.

Abigail pulled her hood over her head as the group arrived at the Nabooian capsule. She sat down on the edge as she listened.

She crossed her arms over her chest as the meeting began.

"But Jar Jar has already offered to motion the powers, truthfully I don't think they will listen to me on this again," Padme answered as she looked sadly at the filled room.

Abigail looked at Jar Jar angrily, and the Gungan noticeably stepped back in embarrassment.

Abigail shook her head slowly. "Padme, just sit down. Let me handle this, and I will be the representative," she told her.

Padme sat down, and Abigail stood at the podium. "Fellow delegates, unfortunately, Senator Amidala cannot speak this evening given your dismissive views," she stated to everyone in the room, her voice seemingly booming through the entire Senate.

There were many murmurs in the crowd. "Ah, the Queen Mother, I do hope your stay within the republic has gone well. Are you sure you wish to speak?" Palpatine asked. "I am Chancellor, I will be stepping in, naming myself as the temporary Nabooian Representative Abigail, the Queen mother of the Hapen Consortium, a consortium that has stood for thousands of years longer than the reformed republic after the Ruusan Reformation," she replied in her political voice,

"Senator Amidala appointed me as her second if representative Binks would be unable to speak, and sense the representative has shown his ability to fail then I have taken his place."

"And what would you like to say?" Palpatine asked irritably

"I am here to remind everyone that Senator Amidala has put her life on the line countless times in the last decade she has been in the political eye of this republic, i applore for everyone to hear out her request to try to end this war peacefully, if not neatly enough that the galaxy can move on, If we do not listen, this war will spiral into nothing more then bloodshed, dead worlds and the Senate and the republic has been standing for over a thousand years will crumble," she explained.

"My noble colleagues." Padme turned her head and looked ahead and saw that her senate pod was moving forward to take center stage and address her fellow senators. "Less than an hour ago, an assassination attempt was made on my life THE QUEEN MOTHER!. If it were not for my King's security droids and My Hapian guards then I would surely be dead." A series of gasps rushed through the Senate as the Hapen weren't even in the Republic. This could start another war. "A bomb went off in my apartment, killing a handmaiden of my fellow hapen prince who I had sent in there to retrieve something for me. Senator Amidala and I were the targets. But more importantly, the security measure before you was the target. She has led the opposition to this army. And I will tell you she is someone who will stop at nothing to ensure its passing!"

Senators jeered and yelled, some in support and some in anger at her. The Rodian representatives next to Padme booed loudly, shaking their fists. This surprised Padme as she saw her uncle Ono look awkward as his fellow colleges snarled angrily.

Abigail continued her speech. "Wake up, Senators, wake up! If you offer the Separatists an abundance of violence, they can only show you destruction in return. Many will lose their lives. Worlds will be lost and burned. All will lose their freedom to the corruption of war. I plead you do not let fear push us to disaster. Vote down the security measure, which is nothing less than a declaration of War!" There was a brief moment of silence. "Does anyone here want that? I cannot believe they do as I don't want a war either," she asked the senators.

Cheers erupted from the Senate, drowning out the cries of treason and cowardice. Padme and Tyhpo exchanged a glance. Tyhpo shook his head. "Looks like your Queenly friend is causing quite a lot of trouble."

Padme grunted in response. "Nobody here wants a war. They just want to be prepared. We offered the Chancellor our support with this security bill as a part of the deal. But if the security bill is unfavorable before we even officially join..."

Tyhpo nodded. "I get where you're going with that. These are confusing and difficult times, my Lady."

Mas Ammeda banged his staff on the durasteel he stood on. "Order! Order!" The Rotunda quieted down, and Palpatine prepared to address the crowd. "Due to the lateness of the hour and the seriousness of this matter, we will take up these matters tomorrow. Until then, the Senate is adjourned."

There were shouts of agreement and outrage going throughout the room. "Senator Amidala has not risked her life to watch the opposition fail. Senators, please remember that this was your doing and now will lead to a long-lasting war," she told them.

The shouts again filled the room. "Order! We shall have order!" Mas Amedda called out.

After finishing her motion, Abigail sat down, not giving anyone else a glance except for a small smile given to Padme. She shifted a little as the cubicle went back into the senate walls. There was still the continuing of thousands of people shouting. Abigail shook her head slowly, knowing that her motion fell on deaf ears of so many, yet what her Consortium stood for and, by extension, her Husband's empire's beliefs began swimming their way into hundreds of minds. But for the Majority of the senate, she knew she was failing to save Padmé's work.

She knew that she only barely held off Palpatine getting more emergency powers for one week, but now he knew she would step in if padme couldn't get the job done, so he might choose different tactics. Her thoughts left her as she felt a tug in her mind. As she swiftly turned around to the doorway, she could see the Jedi Grand Master and Jedi council member known as Yoda and Mace Windu. Her Husband had more or less very colorful words about these two when she brought the Jedi up. They were standing in the doorway watching her for a few moments before she put her political mask up again, dawned a small smile, and wandered over to the robed men.

"Grand Master Yoda, Master Windu, it'd great to see the nabooian chamber be greeted with such esteemed Jedi as yourselves today," Abigail greeted with a slight bow.

"What can I help you with?" she said in a sweet voice,

but Yoda was not fooled. "True name what is? Your Husband's. Sith he is, Hmmm, Fear him, you should. Manipulation, the sith are best at." Yoda asked, pointing his gimmer stick to her.

"Revanchist, just as I said, a name I know coincides with a Certain sith lord and Prodigal Knight, and you are really trying your luck for information arnt you, I am an ally not to worry you, and please Master Jedi, we all know, the Jedi did a thorough Jed when combing the galaxy for the Anchient sith during the reformation of the Republic, now if you excuse My guards and me, I have meetings and such to deal with," she told him as she walked by them, leaving a wide-eyed padme to look at the Jedi as if wanting them to explain what they just said to her friend.

She didn't look back to see mace windu's dark scowl and Yoda's deep frown.

As she made her way through the hall, turning continually, making sure nobody was following her. "Nexu?" she said quietly as she left the senate building. Christen's voice manifested in her head as she communicated with him through the Force. "Yes, my love, what is it? I'm kinda busy at the moment... Gahh kriffing shit...Admiral, I don't care... sorry Hun," he said. It made her smile but curious, and he could sense it.

"well, my delectable Emperor, I have secured my first of many speeches this week, only a few hundred actually listened to the speech, though that was expected, and the Jedi just ambushed me with questions after being ignored by them since our first few days here. they seem to think you are a sith in all but name" she amusingly sent over her thoughts into the force bond

Suddenly his voice filled her mind again, "Yes, it was very informative, but I am on my way to Dxun again, then tython and finally Oddesion. I will be gone for at least a week or two, seeing as I have lots of responsibility and catching up to do. I will be taking take my own sector fleet on a mission to a republic clone medical facility that the separatists are planning to destroy," he said quickly, her Husband's eyes darting to the sides as if giving orders while trying to talk to her.

"I need to go, Nexa. As for the Jedi, just don't let the children near them when they arrive. I love you," he finished and cut the force connection before she could respond, leaving her to wonder what he would do with his fleet.

Will he kill or save everyone in his path? She just hoped that he never found out about her affair. She really had no idea what he would do if he found out, she loved him with all her heart and even more her soulmate, but she had needs and with him gone for nine years. Now barely having enough time for her, she had grown attached to another she kept secret from even her kids, walking to a speeder that her secret lover parked as he stood by smiling at her.

WOW, THAT WAS A LONG TIME FOR A WRITER BOLCk, SORRY FOR MAKING YOU WAIT SO LONG BUT HOPEFULLY ILL GET THE NEXT CHAPTER OUT IN THE NEXT WEEK,

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