Author's Notes
Okay, so recently I found a piece of artwork that inspired me. I looked at it and was like... up... that's Naraiz and Jaesa's kid. So now I really want to get to that point because I have a idea for a spin off fic where we which follow this kid around for a few adventures in the galaxy that Naraiz will end up making. If you want to see the artwork that inspired me than go to Youtube, (I tried getting the original site and artist but FF is dumb with that so here you go) and look up the video Kean Dysso - Get low | Music Visualization. The pic for the video is what I see in my head personally. Still have no idea for name.
"Don't touch that." Vette said for the eighth time as one of the twins tried to either touch a button in the cockpit or one of her lekku. It was funny watching the twins explore their new environment. We had just come out of hyperspace and entered into the Corellian System… its bot exactly what I expected and not. There was clearly a heavy amount of ships coming in and out, but there wasn't nearly as much military presence.
"Vette, let me take control while you check the local service-net." There was a big difference between the Holo-Net and a system's data-network. The Holo-Net was run by the Republic and maintained across the galaxy but civilized systems often had their own internal networks run by either the local government or companies. Or at least that was how things worked back in the Old Republic Era and in Canon and Legends.
I slid into the pilot's chair as Vette took the secondary seat. Naraiz wasn't the best starship pilot in the galaxy but he was capable. I flew us through space on our approach to Corellia, the traffic in the system heavy and I took some maneuvering at time with all the ships coming in and out of the system.
"There's still a lot of Republic ads but it looks like all of the sites are company run." Vette said as several holo-screens popped up around her. "Oh, boss it looks like Corellia might be on its own." My ears perked up after hearing that. It was made sense but it was unexpected. Corellia always had a independent streak to it and the idea of it submitting to the type of Republic that was around now was super unlikely. And they have the one thing that would make any expanding galactic power pause, a massive orbital shipyard. Taking such stations are a pain the ass because you can't damage them or else there's no point.
"BI-6, hack into their systems and set up the background I created. I want a full record of us in the systems, I expect flawless implementation and no one suspecting a thing." I said as I pulled out a cord from my wrist comm into the ship's computers. I was out of my normal Sith Armor and Robes and instead was wearing a custom set of gear that I had made a few months ago. I guess you could call it a total rip off of Fallout New Vegas Elite Riot gear and you wouldn't be wrong. It just had a few flashes of Star Wars thrown in there like a updated computer system that BI-6 had replaced, and a few extra goodies I implemented. Hey… I'm basically a normie right now so I need to play dirty.
"Ulysses?" Vette asked and I snickered a bit. If I was going with a Fallout look than I would take a Fallout name for my persona I would be using in my travels. I had roughly twenty eight years before the Battle of Naboo or at least some sort of event like that. Though unlike with the Game of Thrones timeline I wasn't that interested in keeping things purely canon. I could mess with things and not be too concerned if it affected things on a larger scale as all I was doing was treasure hunting. Plus, this was a very different AU. I only suspected that a Battle of Naboo was going to happen was due to I specified that exact event in my deal with God. And while he certainly was loose with meanings in that deal… every word of it has been kept.
"I am a treasure and bounty hunter out of Hutt space however I recently ran afoul of the Hutts so I am forced to come to Republic space." I explained as BI-6 worked her magic and began hacking into the local Corellian networks, then that passed onto the Republic's own systems. While being several millennia old, BI-6 was still more advance than most of the Republic's computer systems. I guess you could say that normal computers had gotten so advance by the time of the Old Republic Era that they hit the wall of what could be made with accepted tech. I'm sure some advancement had been made in various parts and elements of hardware but from the reems of data I saw in the corner of my eye the software was roughly the same. "Seems like BI-6 is running circles around their firewalls."
"Creator, I have detected thirty seven thousand cracks in their code. There is also a great amount of redundancy and junk-data. It suspect that Corellia's network's are the target of several cyber attacks." BI-6 informed me and I could guess just who was doing the hacking. The Republic couldn't just up and assault Corellia given that would put the valuable shipyards in danger and Corellia was far too stubborn to convince on norm terms. A campaign of sabotage and covert ops would be the most likely path for the Republic. "Mission complete, identification and data history have been completed and integrated into several official offices of both the Corellians and the Republic."
"Or at least on the surface they have been. If anyone serious tries to look me up they will easily find out that I'm just a name on paper and little else." I grumbled as that was going to be difficult to fake if someone important decided to take a interest in me. I would have no references, no friends to vouch for me, no classified profiles that either the governments or companies could check up on. I was right now a ghost with a shallow paper trail. "But that's fine for now, not like we're going to be doing anything too official anyway."
"What about them?" Vette asked as she continued to check through Corellia's local networks. I noticed that one of the screens had a high-class human/Twi'lek softcore porno going on. Don't worry Vette, I'll take you somewhere nice on this trip. But first, I focused back on the Twins.
"For right now BI-6 is registering them as two freed slaves taken from a human feudal world in Hutt Space. They are going to be registered to me as crewmembers… maybe I could get some money out a charity or whatever." I joked as we flew past one of the many stations that made up the Corellian shipyards. Emmi and Felli were barely paying attention to what me and Vette were saying as they marveled at the sights outside.
The two of them were going to be tricky. On one hand they were totally loyal to me and had Runes engraved into their bodies that would subtly cause them to act in my interests even if they didn't know it. Along with other stuff I had no clue as to the function of. They knew how to fight with knives better than most, and they knew how to stick to the shadows. But they still needed a lot more skills if they were to function in the wider galaxy. Besides staring at everything new, they reacted to new information relatively well. They had accepted my lectures on the galaxy easy enough, even if they didn't fully grasp the information. I guess for right now I would need to get them shields, some basic armor, and later teach them blasters but the real reason why I brought them was to round out the crew I was going to assemble. I needed them to act as solid supporters to me.
"-Unidentified Starship, you have not been granted authorization to land. Either provide valid credentials or return to free space.-" I heard a automated message come over the comms. There was a small flash of BI-6 doing stuff over the networks. "-Chilling Sound, please land in the designated landing zone.-"
"So…"
"… Amazing." The twins said as we began our travel into one of the more public space stations. It was the type that acted as a place for those that were only visiting for business or other reason to stay without going to the world itself. Lots of hotels, business hubs, entertainment districts, markets, and even a few embassies. But most importantly… it had in one of its open docks a damaged Corellian dreadnought that I recognized from my Force Vision.
I flew the ship into the docking bay that BI-6 had rented out for us… using totally not our own money. It was away from several other bays and most importantly private. I watched as a droid landing crew scurried about as the Chilling Sound landed down and they began to perform basic checks on the ship. I then watched from the cockpit as there looked to be a squad of Corellian guards march into the dock. Great… time to bullshit.
"Vette, finish up cleaning down the interior of anything Imperial and dirtying it up to look like some scummy spacer's only home." I said as I left the pilot's chair and finished as the elevator's doors closed. I took a breath as I prepared myself, I had been among Feudal Worlders for all my new life, this would be the first real time I interacted with the average person of the Star Wars galaxy. I clipped my helmet onto my head just before the doors opened and I started my way down the landing ramp.
"Captain Ulysses is it? I welcome you to Station Thirty-Nine." The lead man said as I walked down the ramp. I watched as the two guards at his flanks eyed my sheathed swords and snickered to themselves. They were clearly just normal swords and not enhanced with vibro-generators. Try me you little shits. "You made a rather sudden appearance you know, normally people reserve dock space days or weeks ahead… instead of minutes."
"I paid, does it matter anything beyond that." All I had to go on for acting like a tough street wise bounty hunter was Gore. He was the best, and I can say that fully aware I have a bias as his surrogate father. I guess I could act like the many examples of characters I knew from fiction but that pales in comparison to those I knew in real life.
"Well you see, we want to avoid smugglers who come in quickly and then leave just as fast. It's an old trick that we are keenly aware of." He said this but the emotions that I was feeling off his and the guards was greed and superiority. This wasn't some normal official checkup. And yes, I knew the trick… my sister used it all the time. The key was that actual trade ships did the same thing, stayed while they drop off cargo and then leave with a new full hold. So that means that it was impossible to know who was who. Criminals on the other hand, knew exactly who was on both sides. And since I was on neither, these dumbass saw a great way to get a extra buck by shaking me down for supposed smuggler activity. "But since you are clearly a new comer to Corellia I supposed I could offer you a deal. For a few extra fees I could get you an official license and travel permits… after we inspect your ship."
"I see. You thought that since you've never heard of me you can shake me down without repercussions." I said with a small nodding of my head before I held up my hand. Then with a snap of my fingers out from my armor were several thin blades that spiked through all of their heads. "Were they here on official business?"
"No creator, there is no record of a crew being sent to our docking bay. I had selected this one because is a part of a series of automated docks for private business." BI-6 responded into my headset and I took that to mean we were entirely free to do as we pleased here. I looked down to the corpses that stunk up my new docking bay and then the next second they were crumbling to dust. "Daddy's angry.
"Stop that." I shot back quickly. I really hated that, that was one kink I did not subscribe to nor did I feel any inclination toward it. The fact I was going to be a father pretty soon-
"Boss stop thinking about that! We have to pay for repairs!" Vette shouted and I blinked, I then looked over to where several droids had been crushed by a loading arm that had been yanked off it's shaft. "Gods damn it… you really need to get a grip." Vette grumbled as she walked away from the ship and to my side.
"Our first job right now is to gather information on possible crew members. Anyone that might have a chip against the Republic would be best." I explained to Vette as the droids around the bay frantically went to their broken comrades. We started our way out of the docking bay and toward the rest of the station. I was on the hunt for whatever the Force saw as a Besbin Heliost and some possible members of a crew ready to go off and find rare and exciting goodies.
"How about that one?"
"Nah… too big. Don't have enough of us to man it."
"We could get droids?"
"Do we have the money for a droid crew? No, shove it then."
"Fine… how about that one."
"That's a fucking Reb ship you dumbass!"
"Think of the loot we'd get off it though."
"Both of you shut it." Dalla Suul snapped as he rubbed his bald head as the building stress mounted. He, one of the greatest, craftiest, handsomest, and all around smartest pirate of the inner and mid-rim had fallen on some hard times. His ship had been blasted to pieces, then when he got a new one all but three members of his crew mutinied him. Now here he was on Station Thirty-Nine of the Corellian station network looking for a new ship. "Listen here, pick out a small ship, it doesn't need to be big. What we want is to get out of the Core and back to the Mid-Rim."
"Right boss." The two morons Hicks and Balis Bortomor said at the same time. Dalla didn't; know where he picked up the two brothers but he suspected it was on some backwater world were cousin fucking still was seen as acceptable. They were two average human brothers, fair skin and both had a long and thick braid of red hair. Hicks being the older brother was taller than Balis but he was also on the heavier side, and it was only mostly muscle. Balis on the other hand was springy and very dexterous.
"There! That one!" Dalla turned to the only other person of any smarts he had on his side. That being Yensi Kolyin, a Gran from the colonized planet of Malastare. His only remarkable feature outside of the normal Gran form was that both of the Gran antenna had been clipped in some torture session long ago. Dalla looked up to the where Yensi had pointed and his eyes widened in surprise and a greedy gleam in his eyes. There it was, an old school diplomatic ship that looked extra modified, too modified for it to a still in use government ship. But that was a catch too good to pass up.
"Pack yourself up boys! We got a live one!" Dalla hooted in joy and began to walk off the disused space crane they had been spying from. He, the great and might pirate Dalla Suul would get back in the game one way or another.
Three days, three days on this piss smelling space station. Seriously, I felt like I had been taken back to King's Landing with how things were. But this was the place, I could feel it in the Force. We had done some good work in that time, Vette had slapped no less than eight Corellian spacers and I had only dusted two of them. We also had gotten some networking out of the way. I have to give a ton of credit to Cipher and all other intelligence officers, this type of work is not in my skill set. It wasn't the same as weaving through the circles of nobility although similar. Vette thankfully was great at this, and my privileged raised ass only kinda got in her way.
"Naz, I love you but you really suck at not being in charge." Vette joked as we both sat a bar in the station. The last place we had been hanging out in kicked us out because I broke the arm of a guy that got a little handsy with Vette.
"I don't like people touching my stuff." I grumbled before taking another drink from some Star Wars version of whisky. It wasn't as strong as the hard stuff they had back in the North, but it was also a bit more chemical than real whisky. "I didn't hear you complaining when I was snapping that guy's arm in half." I smirked at her and she just blushed a bit before going to her drink. She might try to hide it, but she found it hot when I went all primal and fought for her.
"You're not doing us any favors finding a crew. No one wants to work for the stranger who gets pissy when someone makes a pass on his Twi'lek." Vette said like it was perfectly acceptable for a crew to do that. Which… it kinda was. Time might have passed but spacer culture rarely changes. Twi'leks were among the races that were seen as great additions to crews simply because they tended to have loose sexual morals and were willing to act as stress relief to the crew. That's all well and good for other crews and other Twi'leks, but I don't share. "But the bigger problem is that no one knows who you are."
"No one wants to take a chance on me, this isn't Hutt space where all we would need is the credits. Which we don't have in cash." All my money was digital given that it was all stolen. The problem here in the Star Wars universe was the Republic had loose digital commerce laws but strict cash-out laws. The second that I try to get cash credits is the second that the money checked out by an actual person rather than a system BI-6 can hack. It apparently is nearly a third of the Banking Clan's role in the Republic. "And I still haven't found a Heliost."
"I said get me another drink!" Everyone including me and Vette looked over to see a human man in raggedy robes and unkempt hair screaming at the droid bartender. He was swaying a bit and looked like a complete mess. But that voice, it was slurred but unmistakable. It couldn't be though, he couldn't possibly be that different. "If you don't get me that drink droid, I'll… I'll…" The man slipped back and onto the ground, leaning back to the bar, knocking it so that a glass of booze was knocked over and dropped onto his head. Everyone but me and Vette laughed, normally I would but… I wasn't sure right now.
"You know him?" Vette asked as she noticed I was staring at him longer than I should.
"In a way." I said as I stood up and Vette followed, we grabbed the drunken man and dragged him out of the bar and into the alleyway. Like in all things, no one stopped us from taking care of a public annoyance. We set him up against the wall and he's grumbling incoherently. "Jaesa bad day fixer." I say holding out my hand and quickly am given a shot of a cocktail of stems and meds that has long since worked at sobering up Jaesa on her worse binges. I jab the needle into his neck and within seconds he gasped with his eyes wide and alert.
"W-whwha… what is going on?!" The man said as he suddenly found himself no longer in a inebriated state. It was a jarring experience, one that I too experienced a few times.
"Take it slow, any second now your going to-" Before I could finish he vomited. Thankfully I had already hunched him over so all he did was get a bit on his shoes. "Do that."
"Why… why did you do that?" He asked between dry heaves. Why did I do this? Here he was, Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn in a state that was far from what I was used to. Clearly something had happened to him, something horrible to bring him so low. But for me as my cover, I needed a more practical reason than me wanting to help a important piece of the puzzle.
"Because I want to know why a Jedi is out drinking himself to death." I said with a smirk and Qui-Gon froze up at me revealing I knew he was a Jedi. I have no idea why he's like this but I can sense a few things from him. His emotions are all over the place but there was a integral order at the very core preventing him from fully losing his way to the drink. The Dark Side was nipping at him, but not gaining a ground, though I didn't have a baseline to compare. "I'm not going to sell you out by the way, I have little love for the Republic. More curious than anything."
"Words said now but what happens when credits are flashed in your face." He snapped back and I just chuckled.
"I have little use for credits. Knowledge and… unique artifacts interest me more than anything." I kept smiling as he looked up to gage me. I could feel a probe in the Force and didn't resist any more than a typical human would if he was aware of what a Jedi could do. My emotions were locked in, he wouldn't see anything more than treasure hunter that was genuinely greedy for a possible lead on a new hunt. "So Jedi… why don't we head back to my ship and you can tell me a nice story about why you ain't among your own kind."
"And what I might get out this arrangement." At this I smiled a little more wickedly.
"A trip to another station or planet. Because I can guarantee the next bunch of bounty hunters are not gonna be as nice." I said nodding down the alleyway we were speaking in. Qui-Gon looked up and saw a group of less than pleasant men with guns walking toward us. My vision was dead on, Qui-Gon was in the Heliost Padawan Clan and if he was already a Master than the PR of him acting as he was could not be tolerated. But the locusts? I'm still a little unsure on that one.
"Boss, we doing this the hard way or the easy way?" Vette asked a she slowly rested her hands on her blasters. The bounty hunter group stopped and the lead, a Trandoshan with some nasty scars, hiss as they all reached for their own weapons.
"The me way." I replied and Vette gave me a nervous smile as she carefully began moving to Qui-Gon as I began strutting toward the glaring group of heavily armed mercs. "Hello gentlemen, what can I do you for? Bar's right there, great drinks… the women… eh."
"Quiet. We want the Jedi you got sssstasshed back there." The Trandoshan hissed and I took a few moments to look like I was thinking really hard on the very concept of behind me. This only served to irritated them but the second that they took a step forward a blaster bolt hit right in front of the first foot forward. They had been so annoyed by my handsome face that they didn't notice my hand reaching for my blaster.
"Trade secret boys, when you find someone that's willing to take on a much larger group… more often than not he's either full of him or bluffing. But! There is that rare time where he actually does have the balls to back up his bullshit." As I explained I looked over the entire group of about fifteen bounty hunters. I would like to add some Force presence to my words but with Qui-Gon nearby and my power locked down so much I just couldn't. But as I finished my little speech I ended my eyes on the Trandoshan. "So… are you feeling lucky punks… are you?"
"He's just one guy, what are you guys thinking?" One of the more dim mercs asked as he looked quite rattled by my question.
"The Mandalorian is always just one man. I'm sure many doubted their odds just because they were one man." I causally answered back and I could feel in the Force all their emotions froze over. The Trandoshan on the other hand snarled a bit and I could tell he wasn't falling for what I was selling. But that didn't matter. I continued to stare him down a bit before stepping the side. "Oh dear, you sure are a scary bounty hunter. I must cower in fear while you rush forward and claim your mark." I said sweeping my arms letting the group a clean way forward.
"He'ssss already gone!" The Trandoshan roared as he knew exactly what I had been doing the entire time. Hey, I did say that most of the time a guy was really bluffing. I never said that couldn't also be backing it up with real skill. "Kill him!" At that order I tossed a sonic discharge grenade into he group and used what little power in the Force I had at the moment to form a zero air barrier. Most sonic discharge grenades were set to emit their payload a few moments after being activated. I over clocked mine to blow right after it sensed it hit a solid object. I watched as thrumming pluses of sonic agony hit the bounty hunters, safely from behind my sound proof box. I released the Force barrier as they all fell to the ground and the sonic grenade ran out of juice.
"Tsk… That takes care of the hunters. Now what's the bugs?"
"Impressive. I don't believe I have a file on this Ulysses." Darth Plagueis remarked as he watched the short fight between the sole unknown man and a team of bounty hunters. He sat back in the comfort of his personal starship's office as a live feed from one of the Banking Clan's elite Lancer Droids watched the events unfold.
"My lord, shall we send in our own forces after the Jedi?" The Sith lord looked to the kneeling Dark Acolyte that he had brought with him. She was a Falleen and one of the very few among her kind that was Force Sensitive. She was a oddity and as such Plagueis had taken her for himself. Xiade was a prime example of the peak that her species could achieve through… proper enhancements. While not a true Sith, she was steeped in the Dark Side and a capable Sith Assassin.
"Other hunters are still after the Jedi, however I believe that this Ulysses to be worth testing." Plagueis leaned back in his seat as he began thinking on this development. The Dark Side had warned him of this Qui-Gon Jinn, this young Jedi master was indeed a talent among his Order and one that would no doubt rise through the ranks. If not for the fact he wasn't playing along with the Guardian Faction and was too questioning of the Light to appeal to the Counselors. But that mattered not, ever since the last Hutt War he had been in a downward spiral after the supposed death of his padawan. But Plagueis didn't like loose ends so had decided that the time had come to end this potential threat. "I have other business to attend to, I trust this matter to you my blade. See to it that Qui-Gon Jinn dies, be it by your blade or a hunter's blaster."
With her orders given, the Dark Acolyte stood and bowed to her lord and walked out to carry out his will. Plagueis glanced back to the recording of the small fight between the bounty hunters and Ulysses. He watched as the sonic grenade detonated and how sure the human looked. Like he knew he was going to be completely safe from the blast, not a single flinch. The draw of a sonic weapon was how hard it was to avoid them, and yet he threw that devices knowing full well how quickly it would detonate and just stood there. Plagueis would consider him insane if not for the fact he didn't look to take any damage at all. Meaning he had some manner to cut of the sonic attack from hitting his body. Beyond just covering the ears, a sonic weapon was more than just ear splitting sound. The Muun decided that further investigation would be needed should this man survive Xiade's mission.
"Hurry up damn it, they could be back any second." Dalla snarked as he and the Bortomor bothers watched the dock bay doors for the two that kept coming in and out. They had been watching this ship for the past three days and only two people every and and went so they just assumed they were the only ones.
"Almost… finished." Yensi said as the ship's doors slid open. The pirates all smiled and ran into the supposedly empty vessel with all the hopes and dreams of children. They shut the door behind them and switched on the lights, they awed a bit at the great condition of their new spaceship.
"Alright boys, the Force, fate or whatever gods out there have given us a another chance at riches. Let's not fuck it up." Dalla smirked as he stared at the some of the old imperial artifacts that were on display. Clearly some sort of trophies, maybe the guy that previously owned this ship was a collector or treasure hunter. His loss. "Yensi, I want the computer system rewrote now. Hicks, get up to the cockpit and get us off the station. Balis, you and me are going to do a sweep for any possible stowaways."
"Boss! Why the fuck are there so many after this guy!" Vette yelled before peaking up from a wall and taking a few shots at the pursuing bounty hunters. Those goobs that I dealt with before were only the first of many that were pursuing Qui-Gon and I wasn't about to let them take him.
"Beats me, who'd you piss off Jedi?" I chuckled as I did my own pot shots. I wasn't at all a gunslinger and that was obvious to anyone watching me. Vette on the other hand was an expert and taking guys out left and right. Qui-Gon… was less than helpful. He just was laying around wherever we dropped him. His entire will to do anything seemed to be sapped. "Starting to think this might not be worth it."
"Can't turn back now! We've pissed off too many people here." Vette tossed a thermal detonator and with the cover of the explosion we ran off toward the dockyards. We had been fighting through the station and even had to pull a New Hope and use a garbage shoot. Fun, not really.
The three of us, really two with me dragging the disheveled Jedi Master behind me. I toss the man over a stack of cargo crates and Vette dove behind them as well. I needed to buy us enough time to get into the dock and get the ship ready for launch. Killing the closest wave of bounty hunters should do that. I activated my personal shield generator, overcharging as I ran straight into a wall of guns. I could hear Vette yell at me being a moron but that quickly vanished as I got into he kill zone.
The sound of me unsheathing Midwan and Saarai's sealed forms was the last thing many of these bounty hunters heard in their lives. In one opening swing I cut down three basic grunts that had taken the front lines. A dash back and avoided a new volley of blaster fire, stabbing a unlucky Biss merc in the gut as I skid to a halt. Pulling up and out I ended his life and rolled to side, he was super unlucky as he got a face full of bolts as I dodged a new round of shots. As I rolled to a stop I flicked on staple of the skilled bounty hunter, a nice and wide spread flamethrower. Added with my own war crime of tar and other rather sticky oils. The screams of those caught in its range were swiftly ended as Vette shot them all in the head now that she had a good shot. I stood up now that no one was shooting at me but then reflexes saved me as I tossed out a dagger I hit the head of a assassin droid that had been in the shadows. I stared at the thing for a little too long but… given the model and what I knew about that particular series and who currently used them I could be forgiven with being startled a little.
"Locust indeed." I mumbled as I walked over to the broken Lancer Droid. I was about to do something very dumb. But at the same time… I couldn't resist. I crouched down to the sputtering droid and gripped my dagger still in one of its many eyes. "Insidious way to die, in your own bed by a trusted hand." I say before twisting the knife and killing the droid.
Standing back up I flip the blade in my hands a few times before slipping it back in my sleeve. I just played a risky move there, Plagueis is no fool and what I just said there was all kinds of strange unless it had a point. It would mean even more if he's already taken on Darth Sidious, which is a good possibility given the timing. But I couldn't dwell on that right now. I ran back to Vette and Qui-Gon, already at the door of our hanger.
"That was some impressive blade work, and those are no vibro-blades." Qui-Gon remarked as Vette opened the door and the three of us ran in knowing that another group of Bounty Hunters could be right behind us.
"Do these look like lightsabers Jedi?" I ask as we cross the hanger. I heard the doors close behind us a little later than they should have and felt something hit the air. I stopped and immediately put on my helmet and quietly order BI-6 to reinforce the filtration and airlock on my gear. "Both of you get in the ship now!" I scream as I toss back a remote thermal detonator at our new guest. It steps mid-air just near her admittedly beautiful face. Too bad for her, I detonate it and she takes the blast right to the face, I should feel bad… as a lover of women I have just marred such a treasure. But that didn't seem to stop her as out from the smoke she came screaming even as half her face was burning.
"I will-" Qui-Gon started but was quickly dragged off by Vette who knew exactly how that would play out if either of them got involved. This was a Falleen which meant anyone not able to filter out their pheromones would be in serious danger.
A red lightsaber snapped on as she charged right at me. Too bad for her there was still a great enough distance for me to pull out my own blades. Her blade hit between mine and with a little shove I knocked her back. She quickly came back with a series of strikes in a Form One, I dodged as well as I could but given that I needed to still give off the appearance of a normal human I got hit quite a bit. Thankfully my armor was lightsaber resistant.
"Amazing, you can still fight like this with third degree burns." I remark as I duck under another swing from her lightsaber. Indeed, her face right now still had a few small embers and yet she was perfectly fighting me as if all was right with the world. She had… decent skills. Could curb stomp her if I wanted to but then Qui-Gon would see and her master would no doubt see.
"I am my lord's blade, I am without pain or mercy." She said coolly but I could sense hate and rage behind her words. Ooh… I have my in.
"Shame too, if I had know you were such a pretty thing I would have tossed out something less likely to destroy such beauty." I mocked as I parried a strong blow on her part but it was sloppy and I had size and strength on my side. Which wasn't normal as I wasn't the biggest guy around but she was just this little dainty thing. "But alas… those days look to be behind you." She snarled and pushed forward with the Force and I had to fight my reflex to fight back. So I was sent flying back, but just as I planned I flew back into the landing ramp of the Chilling Sound. "Vette Now!"
"No!" The assassin roared as a bit of her rage bleed through as she watched my ship begin to fly up off the ground.
"Another time my dear, but I must be off." I said with a flourished wave as the ramp started pulling back up. The last I saw of her was a half ugly half beautiful snarl and burning red glare at me. The ramp however closed and I walked into my ship only to stop at a strange sight. "Uhh… someone explain this."
"We caught them sticking things in things." Felli chirped with a big smile as she and her sister sat on the tied up bodies of several would be ship thieves. Three human men and Gran… eh… fits the alien quota I need for my crew. Though I'd like one more. "They tried to steal your star boat my khal, did we do good?"
"We did really good stopping these thieves right?" Emmi skipped right over to her sister and they gave me a double trouble of perky and bubbly girls that only lived for my approval. They are so gosh darn adorable and couldn't help myself and gave them both head pats right on the spot.
"Yes, you did very good girls. And good girls get rewards." Would I be getting some fun out of that reward too? Doesn't matter, only thing that does that my girls were happy and my ship was safe. They both cooed at the attention and whined a bit when it stopped but I needed to tend to these stowaways. "Now… who the hell are you guys and why did you try and steal my ship." I said as Felli and Emmi came to my sides and hugged my arms making two of the human men gasp in jealous and awe.
"You are a god!"
"We are unworthy!" They both began whimpering in the presence of my manliness. I like these two.
"Hicks! Balis! Quit making fools of yourself." The other human shouted at the two and refocused on me. "You think that this is over? I am Dalla Suul, greatest pirate of this age. Something like this won't possibly stop me." I'm really glad I have my helmet on right now as I had the biggest dumb face of all time as I was in the presence of Han Solo's grandfather and also somehow got Qui-Gon Jinn in my ship at the same time. YES! "Hey… you even pay attention to me?"
"W-what? Oh yeah… you guys are still here. I was too focused on the threeway I was going to have tonight." I said causally covering up my nerd-daze and the twins helped with their excited giggling. This comment however resulted in both the other guys jaws dropping again and I could even sense a pang of jealousy come from Dalla.
"Those girls even legal? Look a bit young." Dalla shot at me and yeah, Emmi and Felli were both some of the more petite of the women I regularly had sex with. They had athletic frames and smallish chests, and were only about 5'4 in height but they were still damn sexy. And flexible as fuck.
"And what about you Gran? How'd you lump yourself into this mess?" I asked as I looked to the entirely quiet alien that had just been watching us saying nothing. I still had to get used to the more… non-human aliens out there. So far only having three days to really expose myself beyond the experience that Naraiz had before I came in was something.
"Name's Yensi Kolyin. And I'm in this mess not exactly on my own terms." I raised a eyebrow at that and let him keep going. Out of the four of them he was calmest. The two called Hicks and Balis were a tempest of emotions ranging from still lingering jealousy to utter panic over their lives. Dalla on the other hand was pissed and prideful, but that was expected out of a man like him. "I don't exactly know what you have planned for us or what your goals are, but I got a feeling that you're a more profitable business partner than Dalla ever was."
"Traitor! Does our history mean nothing to you!" Dalla shouted but Yensi didn't flinch, he just kept looking right at me. I could sense that he was being honest here, or at least he wasn't feeling any emotions that would be swimming around if he was lying.
"Felli, let the Gran go." The Dothraki girl looked up to me a little worried but soon enough walked behind the alien and cut his binds. She bounced back to my side quickly as Yensi slowly stood back up, rubbing his arms as I doubt he was used to being confined by actual rope. I then looked to Hicks and Balis. "What about you two, I could use a couple of strong boys on my crew."
"Don't you fucking dare you two." Dalla sneered as he looked back to the two men who I were guessing were brothers. They looked at each other, nervousness and unease oozed from them. They weren't outright denying my offer but they still felt loyalty to Dalla.
"Listen, I'm not going to kill you two. If you want you can ask for me to drop you off anywhere on the galaxy. When we get there however depends on my jumps." I explained and it was a fair offer. Better than most stowaways or Force damned ship thieves get. The former usually get tossed back on the nearest world or station without a second through. The latter at best get shot in the head or at worst spaced. "The offer to join my crew is a open one. And for you…" I said looking to Dalla.
"Yeah, what are you going to do?" He growled as he glared daggers at me. I have no idea if he's already got a kid out there somewhere. He doesn't strike me as a man that has a family out there somewhere, and he certainly does seem the type to maybe have a bastard or too out in the galaxy. So I can't kill him. Again, I'm going on the idea that certain events and people are written in stone.
"For now you will be put in the brig. These two get their own room." I said as I nodded for Emmi and Felli to separate the three men. Dalla continued to curse me and the two others quietly were escorted into their own rooms to think on my offer. Once the doors were sealed I removed my helmet and took a breath. There was a small slump forward and back, denoting that we had hit hyperspace. "I need to tell Vette that we need a change in course."
"Captain." Yensi said and I had to smirk at being called that. "Exactly what is your business, Dalla has a large bounty in Hutt space. If that is what interests you." Gran were friendly and cherished bounds. They were a close community type of people, for him to just off handedly tell me that after betraying his former employer and friend was unusual. I would need to be careful with this one.
"My business, is treasure hunting. I find artifacts of the old days and have a network of buyers that are always interested in the exotic and the strange." I explain my cover for anyone not in the know. Bounty hunting was a decent cover but over used and didn't exactly cover everything that I needed. But this story, would do nicely and should Yensi and the others prove reliable I might just let them on a bit more. Qui-Gon on the other hand… was a tricky bit. "Now please make yourself at home, we will be heading for Taris next so… make peace with that." I said and I could instantly sense regret from the Gran.
"And here I was hoping to find a better life expectancy job here." I chuckled before I walked to the elevator and walked in, giving him a playful smirk as the doors closed.
I left him with the twins knowing that they were masters of unarmed and improvisational combat. They were both my maids back on Terra and expert fighters tasked with keeping my stuff safe from grubby hands. And they as always proved effective. The elevator doors open back up to the upper level of the ship and I saw Vette handling things in the cockpit and Qui-Gon laying face forward on the back couch. I smirked and walked over to the pilot's seat which Vette opened up for me, only to slip into my lap the second I took it.
"Well aren't you frisky now?" I said as she wiggled her butt into my lap to get comfortable and continued on with her work on keeping the ship functioning from her new seat. My armor wasn't exactly the most easy to mess around in but that didn't mean I couldn't feel anything while in it. The sensation of her firm ass on my pelvis was not lost on me at all. I almost didn't want to tell her where we needed to go. "Set the heading for Taris."
"What?!" Vette shouted as she looked back at me. "Why do we have to back to that death trap. I doubt it changed much since the last time we went there." Good girl, even while she was mad at me she kept up the cover. It may look like Qui-Gon was out-cold but that could not be the case.
"Because certain buyers have become more pressing than others. So our lead on Taris has become a bit more important." I said trying to keep my words careful. With Qui-Gon on the ship I needed to change up where and what we went after. Anything that was overtly Empire building like the Star Forge or Kamino were off limits. So instead this first adventure was to find a powerful artifact for my Sith Order and to maybe bound and help Qui-Gon out of whatever depression he found himself in. Then he'd be back off to the Jedi and leave me free to pursue more important targets. "Our Corellian friend was able to pass me her maps and father's notes. I'm fairly sure that with what we already have we can find the Circlet of Saresh."
I had no idea if Qui-Gon was listening or not. But I was done with hard thinking for the day. I just sat back and let Vette pilot the ship through hyperspace, though mostly she was just surfing what little of the Holo-Net she could. Eventually however she seemed to be get increasingly annoyed at the Republic for what they did and I saw myself out. I check the various side compartments and found the new additions settling in well. I smirked before heading down the length of the ship toward the frontal suite that belonged to me and me alone. The doors slide open and I'm greeted with a sight that any man would dream to see.
"Hello khal, we're ready for our reward." Both the twins said as they laid on my bed completely naked. Felli was laying on top of her sister, their bodies pressed to together and posed to give me a perfect view. They clearly had been getting themselves ready for me given the shinny slickness running down their legs and coating their cores. "Please khal, we've been good girls."
"You two are always fun, just wait a little longer." I said as I closed the door behind me and they whined a bit. Hold the fuck up, I'm still in full gear and this shit ain't exactly quick to get out of. They decided to punish me for keeping them but slowly grinding against themselves as I removed my armor, their moans filling my room as they worked themselves into heat. Too bad girls, I'll just go slower. I think by the time had gotten down to the body suit they had already forgotten they were teasing me and were just working themselves into a climax all on their own.
"Felli~ it's so good… don't… please don't stop." Emmi moaned out as she her sister moved down from sucking her neck to tracing her tongue slowly around her breast. I watched the scene play out as interrupting now would be a shame. Felli took charge of the two and was working her twin with all the skill a former sex slave of Lys could. Her hands were gliding along flesh, always touching some soft spot and never staying too long. Her mouth was wrapped around Emmi's pert nipple and likely doing things that drove her sister deeper into the fog of lust.
"Emmi, finish your sister off." I said and immediately they swapped positions much to Felli's surprise. If you had blinked then nothing would have looked to have changed but the positions. But now Emmi was on top, her right hand wrapped around her sister's leg and her own legs locking in Felli's other limb. Their pussies were smashed together and rubbing all at Emmi's pace. Her other free hand was firmly grasped on Felli's breast and was squeezing and groping to her heart's content.
Their moans had also switched, now it was Felli that was mewling out for her sister not to stop. But both looked to be just on the very edge of orgasm, their pace began to quicken, their grinding becoming for furious as the pressure of pleasure began to build in them. And then soon enough they both cried out in a second difference echo with Felli cumming first with her sister following right behind her. Her bodies shivered in the throes of their orgasm until they finally gave in and collapsed back onto each other in nearly the same position they greeted me in.
"Very… it was great.
"It great… very great." Felli messed up on their usual speech trick but that was fine. It was cute when they did it and down right adorable when they messed it up because they were too drunk on pleasure. But then Felli squealed a bit as she felt me give a firm slap to her ass, I gripped the bronze colored flesh as she started to wiggle her ass for another slap. "More khal, we want our reward."
"Reward me too khal." Emmi begged as well, a bit of her strength coming back and wrapping her legs around my waist as I stood at the end of the bed that they were laying on.
"You masochistic little sluts, only you two would see a punishment as a reward." I don't know if it was the damage done by their owner back on Lys, or if they were just naturally masochistic. But who was I to judge with my own host of kinks, too each their own. I smirked as I gave Felli one more slap in which she cried out in twisted pleasure. Then I moved my hand up Emmi's thigh and delivered a bit of Force Lightning across her skin causing her to gasp in unexpected sensation. "You both did great in stopping those thieves from taking my ship. Now it's time for you to be duly rewarded."
I pushed Felli down back into her sister as I lined up my now hardened cock along with her dripping wet cunt. Then without warning I pushed deep inside the Dothraki woman, she let out a scream of pure painful bliss. There was no other kind of sex than rough with her people, and that suited me just perfectly. I quickly began to slam my hips into her and with each thrust she gave a loud gasp of pleasure until she was silence by her sister who quieted her lips with a sloppy kiss. Then just as I felt Felli's inner walls tighten around my cock I pulled out and lowered myself into Emmi's waiting pussy. I heard a surprised scream from the other twin and a disappointed whine from Felli.
"No… so empty." Felli complained which was rewarded with another hard slap to her reddening ass. This was followed by me sliding down and shoving two fingers into her hungry womanhood and one into her untouched asshole. She quickly began whimpering in delight as I gave her some attention while I fucked her sister. Who was trying her best to keep me inside her and not leave her like I did her sister. Her legs had locked around me and weren't letting go any time soon. They both gripped the sheets hard as I worked them both, my cock sidling in and out of Emmi at a furious and unforgiving pace. My fingers dug deep into Felli and explored everywhere they could.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fu…" Emmi said over and over again with each trurst of my shaft. I think I lost track of how long I had maintained this position but that only meant that I needed to change things up. And so I once again swapped between sister. The second I did I felt Felli cum as I pushed all the way inside her. Her hips still rocked on my cock and so I just kept going. Emmi felt like she was sucking my hand in with how tight she had become after I pulled out. I continued this pattern until I started to feel close to my edge.
"Get ready you too, I'm cumming." I grunted and pulled out of Emmi who I had been inside of at that moment. I pulled out and came on the spot. They also came as they felt my hot cum hit their skin, mixing with the sheen of the sweet that had built up.
I finished my orgasm and pulled a chair to fall back on with the Force. They were done, they had climaxed several times and didn't have the enhanced stamina of my Force Slaves or even were used to long runs. They only now had sex with me and I hadn't exactly been available to them much in the last few months. I took a moment to rest than used the Force to clean us all up a bit and crawled into bed. The twins quickly snuggled in close to me as they began to drift off to exhausted sleep. I stared up at the one way viewing port that was set above my bed, the lights of Hyberspace soothing me to sleep.
Darth Plagueis watched disinterestedly as his assassin suffered under the hands of several doctor droids administrating both medical help and torture to the poor woman. Her face was now half encased in steel, ruining part of her potential for infiltration, she should have retreated the second that her face had become that damaged. Her worth had been severely compromised now.
"Master, what shall we do about this interloper?" Plagueis glanced to his side and gave a calculated look the holo-projection of his apprentice Darth Sidious. The mocking words of Ulysses, if that was indeed that man's name, echoed in his head. He had decided to never sleep while on the same world as his apprentice, a precaution that might seem frivolous given the warning came from a simple treasure hunter. But it was the fact that this treasure hunter came out of nowhere just in time to save a Jedi Master that the Dark Side warned him of.
"Xiade will continue her hunt for both him and the Jedi. If she fails us again than the consequence will be death. Neither of us can be bothered to hunt down such a mobile target." Plagueis answered as he returned his gave back to the Falleen. She was being implanted with experimental cybernetics, ones that once perfected would be used in their Project Grievance facet of the Great Plan. She would become a unflinching warrior dedicated with nothing but hunting down her target. Prior to her injury she was a delicate tool but she had shown her hand, she was far too brash to be of further use. "We will be needing a new blade, even if she should be successful in her task."
"You believe she will not be?" Sidious asked in such a way that reminded Plagueis that he was still a young apprentice. Skilled and talent were no replacements for wisdom and experience.
"I believe she will succeed and not return in doing so." Plagueis said as he and Sidious watched the last piece of Xiade's cybernetics be placed in her head. It's shape and function was not something one might expect in a improvement. "She is facing a Jedi Master and a man that was able to best her while caught off guard. You know these types Sidious, they only become true dangers when on alert."
"Do we know where they are?"
"Our spies have seen a vessel jumping from system to system matching the appearance of Ulysses' Chilling Sound. They seem to be avoiding the Super-Hyperlanes and any Republic or Jedi strong point. But they are heading north." It was more clues to the puzzle of what just this man was. He wanted to avoid attention, he was on the run from pursuers and yet avoided the fastest routes or possible safely controlled territory. It was simple to assume that he didn't want to interact with the authorities which suggested he had criminal ties. But Plagueis made sure to have a close ear to the criminal world and nobody match this man. And word would travel of something with his skill and resources.
He had armor that could block lightsaber slashes and blades that could be on par with lightsabers. Gear that included weapons and ammo that was hard to come by unless by the black market, even they it would be expensive. Skills and reflexes that allowed him to keep up with a Force User and a walk that suggested a core experience that marked him above others. A ship that was nearly impossible to track for anything else other than eye witness. A digital identity that appeared days ago yet looked as if he had been here all along. This all suggested something big.
"My lord, the patient is stable, the surgeries were a success." The voice of the doctor/torture droid brought the Muun out of his musing. He looked down to his former top agent, a blade that had never failed to deliver dead targets before. She knew how to be subtle and work a mark with far more skill than she showed. Was it arrogance, did she think that a mortal man could not stop her from achieving her objective? Maybe the Dark Side had sparked a rage in her.
"Lord Sidious, continue on your own mission. See to it that the Senate passes further consolidation of the manufacturing sector. The Techno Union needs to start feeling the pressure if they are going to be willing players in our game." At that Darth Sidious bowed and gave his words of promises to succeed. Plagueis honestly care little of his apprentice was successful or not. The pieces were being set and all the galaxy needed was to be carefully guided down a path it was already heading down. A new war would break out between the Republic and the Hutt Cartels. As always the various criminal elements embedded in the Republic will wreak havoc behind battle lines. The Republic will blame the corporations for fabricated dealings with these gangs. The divide between the government and the corporate elite will be widened. Added to the dissatisfaction the outer rim is feeling toward the core worlds and the Republic is on the brink of civil war. "The stage is being set, soon enough it will only be those that can out live everyone else that will survive to the final act."
Author's Notes
Okay, a lot happened here. Again, if anyone has any ideas for charecters, places, things, or events that they want to show up in this space adventure arc than shot them forward. Already I have begun planning some new stuff from what people have given me.
Edit, Obi-Wan is not dead nor is he missing, this takes place just a little after Qui-Gon is made master and so far has only had two Padawans. Obi-Wan is still coming.
Reviews
frankieu - He will build his main fleets and his big ships first but it will all depends on the timing.
victorsan - no problem man. You do have a point, Jaesa is a little all over the place when it comes to this but that's in her character. She's not emotionally or mentally stable and so she's prone to make rash choices and then possibly might rationalize later. But as for the vote, she's still with him and will return but for right now she's just a little lost. It won't be outright forgiven but this is just something that Jaesa is known for doing, though not the baby part.
Death Lantern - I have a slow pace style of writing. The GoT plot is getting put on the back burner while we have some adventures in space. Now we see Naraiz handle the Jedi and Rule of Two Sith for a bit.
DahakStaz - Thank you for informing me about these guys. I now have a idea for a Arkanian character but things might not be so done on Kamino.