["*Ahem*, is this thing on?"] the helmed figure asked. After someone replied to him from out of range, the mysterious figure continued.

["Hello there, my name is Darth Kyuubi, the last apprentice of Darth Revan, and approximately 24 hours ago, I was rudely boarded by Death Watch.]

The audience of this recorded message held their collective breaths as they already began to connect the dots.

["Obviously, I won this little skirmish, and, well, they didn't."] He then held up a certain helmet that made the others gasp/growl in shock or anger.

Somewhere in the crowd, a young woman's lips curled into uncontrollable rage, her fists clenched as she mindlessly reached for her blaster.

["Anyways, after some interrogation, I've discovered where Clan Wren resides. By the time you've received this message, it'll be far too late for you to...save them.] The man's chuckles turned harsh and warped from under his helmet. ["I'm on my way to you guys, where we can settle things once and for all. And sure, try to blast me out of the sky, but since I'll be bringing some… guests, you won't have a body to bury, so have fun with that thought. See you soon~"]

And with that, the holo transmission ended.

POW!

Everyone jumped as a blaster shot rang through the air. The mural one the wall depicting their family history had a smoking hole on it, courtesy of the princess of Clan Wren.

"Sabine…"

"...I'll fix it later, Tristan," Sabine said through gritted teeth. "Who knows what horrible tortures that...Sithspit has done to our people."

"Then it's best we save our ammo for that man," Alrich Wren said coolly. They looked towards their father, and flinched. While he kept his cool, casual demeanor he would always put on, there unbridled rage in his eyes that threatened to burn a while through the floor. "Tristan, make sure that none of our patrols gun down any incoming ships. While I can't trust anything that man says, if there is the slightest chance that some of our men might still be alive, then I won't risk friendly fire."

Tristan's face turned dark, but he nodded, already activating his holo transceiver to deliver the message.

"The rest of you...prepare for battle."

The entire clan of Wren roared in determination as they rushed to their stations.

…

A black and grey YT-1300 light freighter landed onto one of their landing ports. The large ship wound up carelessly knocking aside one of their fighter starjets, much to their ire. Still, they held back the temptation to simply blast the ship out of oblivion, their cannons trained onto the ship.

The freighter's door slowly opened, and someone stepped out from the smoke.

Or rather, someone was slid out.

"M-Mother?" Sabine's eyes widened under her helmet as she saw the humiliating state her mother was in. Bound to a floating metal slab was her mother, naked as the day she was born.

"D-Don't look!" she managed to stammer, with most of them having the courtesy to look away from her shameful state. She shivered as a gust of wind blew by, and it was then that her husband and Sabine realized just how used and wet she was-

"Darth! Have you done this to my wife?!" Alrich Wren roared, making Sabine and Tristan flinch.

"And so much more~" said Sith purred as he finally walked down the steps, although not without a few more of his companions. Following him was a red-skinned Twi'lek with black tattoos around her body. Judging by her scandalous outfit and her glowing yellow eyes, she was not only his personal whore, but his apprentice as well. But the Mandalorians were more focused on the other two prisoners/hostages he held.

Rahab - the strongest, amazonian woman of the Nite Owls, was also bound and displayed shamefully to the world, the vile man's semen still leaking out of her used holes. Oddly enough, she looked more turned on than ashamed.

Then there was Koska Reeves, who didn't look much better. Her normally braided hair was in a mess, her dreadlocks now turned into a wild mess, black mascara running down her cheeks. She simply closed her eyes as she shivered in the cold, trying hard to keep her dignity.

"You…" Alrich's hands trembled as they struggled to not squeeze the trigger. "How dare you-?!"

"How dare I? How dare they? I was just minding my own business, trying to have a nice chat with you guys, when these dudes decided to try to pirate me. If anything, I'm being quite merciful, returning them home safe and sound."

"SAFE? You call this...safe?!" Sabine shrieked, barely containing her fury.

"They're still alive, aren't they, dear?" the red Twi'lek shrugged, twirling her lekku between her fingers.

"Why you-" Tristan snarled, but Alrich raised his hand up.

"Enough! So...what do you want?" The man bit his lip hard enough to taste metal.

"Hm? Well, what anybody wants whenever they see a good warrior - your services."

"What...do you have to offer?" Alrich asked.

"Oh, you know, the same thing everyone offers. Power. Control over the galaxy. To spread your awesome warrior ways. Money. All that good stuff. Only thing is I intend to win."

"What makes you any different from the other Siths our ancestors fought for and again?"

"Well-"

"ENOUGH!"

Sabine stepped forward, both blasters in hand.

"Sabine, don't-"

"I can't just let this...monster humiliate us like this and just take it! No, if he wants control of our clan, he'll have to fight us for it!"

Some of her clan members looked at her in shock, while the others looked on with admiration. Alrich was about to protest against this until the Sith just laughed.

"Ah, good, very good~" the masked Sith purred. "Such is the spirit of a Mandalorian. I expected nothing less. Fine, I suppose when in Mandalore, do as the Mandalorians do."

He moved away from the hostages, cracking his head with a loud pop.

"So, who's my opponent?"

Sabine and Tristan Wren, who were next in line to lead Clan Wren, volunteered to take him. He told them that he was fine with taking on the father too, but apparently he wasn't a fighter. Surprising.

"You don't deserve to wear that helmet, Sith," Sabine spat. "Even your master took it off of a dead corpse he himself didn't slay. You have no right to be wearing it."

"Might makes right." Darth Kyuubi just shrugged, his hands in the air. "Justice, morality, good, evil, all those ideas goes out the window the moment any of our three factions go to war. We all justify our means, but in the end- WOAH!"

Having enough of his monologue, Tristan fired his pistol at him. The Sith merely sidestepped, the blaster bolt nearly getting him in the neck.

"Hm, smart. Attack while the enemy's distracted and aim for the weak points. Good, very good-"

He was cut off again as Sabine fired a barrage of blaster bolts. He dodged the bolts, but a few struck his chest.

"Ooh, wow! Feisty! Just like her mother!" Darth Kyuubi taunted, making Sabine shriek in rage. He tossed aside his cloak, revealing that he was wearing one of the fallen Clan Wren's armor.

"Why you-" Tristan roared, and he threw a few thermal detonators at him. To his surprise, he simply ran towards them, ducking and even swatting away the detonators with his hand.

"DIE!" Sabine ignited her jetpack, flying towards the Sith. Her pistols were out and peppered the blond with the deadly bolts.

He suddenly turned around and embraced the bolts. It struck him in the chest, head, and arms. Most were absorbed by the armor, but she noticed that a few struck flesh.

And yet-

Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT! Sabine screamed in her head as he grew dangerously close to her.

"Why won't you die?!" were her last words before he drop-kicked her in the chest. While her armor protected her from the kick, gravity still kicked in as it dragged her back into the wall. Her head slammed into the wall behind her, and she slumped over.

"Sabine!" Tristan roared, and he slammed his fist onto his gauntlet.

"Tristan, don't-!"

FWOOM!

Tristan ducked down as his jetpack missile roared to life, hurling itself towards the armored Sith.

"Hm, going all out, huh?" Much to their surprise, he stopped in his tracks and raised his arms threateningly at the missile. "BRING IT!"

BOOM!

Before the other Mandalorians could process what had just happened, Tristan's missile collided directly into the Sith's chest.

"D-Did he just-?"

"Not sure if that's ballsy or just stupid,"

In the background, Darth Talon watched in the background. She bit her lip in slight worry, unsure what his plan was. Beskar armor or not, a missile to the chest would still be fata-

"HA HA HA HA!" The smoke cleared, and much to their shock, the Sith was still standing. His cloak now burnt away, it revealed his concealed body - and something else.

"What...What the hell are you?" Tristan fell onto his knees, shakingly staring at his opponent. His pistols dropped to the floor as his fingers lost all grip.

The man in front of them was glowing with power. Demonic, red-orange power shielded the Sith from the missile, acting as its own energy barrier. It could've been just him, but he could've sworn that this...energy shield glared at him with glowing red eyes.

"I am Darth Kyuubi." The energy field faded away, leaving a smoking Sith warrior standing, his arms raised. "The last apprentice of Darth Revan, I am the chosen Sith destined to rule the galaxy. Now…"

His form blurred as he sped towards Tristan, and just as he managed to grab a hold of his pistols again, Darth Kyuubi's boot planted right into Tristan's helmet, sending him flying back just like his sister. His vizor shattering, he slumped over, defeated and unconscious.

"Well, that takes care of that." Brushing off his hands, he turned towards the rest of the Wren Clan, who just watched in amazement and horror at the unusual battle that took place. "So...who's with me?"

After a second of hesitation and silence, the rest of the warriors knelt to their new leader.

"W-What happened?" Sabine's eyes shot wide open as she leapt onto her feet. She reached for her weapons, but stopped as a familiar hand landed on hers.

"No, Sabine." It was her mother!

"Mother? Are you alright?"

"No, I suppose not." She gave her daughter a bitter smile as she turned her head back forward. Sabine followed her gaze, and her heart nearly stopped as she saw her brother and father on their knees, stripped of their weapons, armor, clothes, and pride. Behind them was the Sith warrior, who stood behind them with an awful smirk on his admittedly handsome face.

"Good evening, you two," the red-eyed Sith smirked. "Now, by Mandalorian rules, since I won the battle, I now rule over your clan. And such, I can do as needed, which includes executing the traitors."

His lightsaber ignited, nearly grazing Alrich's scalp.

"These two in particular refused to kneel, and such, they'll die with honor. Please watch and don't make the same mistakes as these two."

He raised his saber to decapitate the two men-

"No!"

"...No?" The Sith's smirk turned into a frown as he saw Sabine on her hands and knees. "And who are you to order me around? You lost, didn't you? You no longer have the right to order anyone around unless I say so. Now-"

"Please!" This time, it was her mother who fell onto her hands and knees, bowing to him for the mercy of their family. "Please spare their lives! I-I'll do anything."

"Hm, I already have control of one powerful Mandalorian clan. I certainly won't need your help in persuading the others, do I?"

"M-Maybe not," Ursa Wren nodded shakingly, "b-but I can be your puppet ruler for this clan, since you'll undoubtedly unite the others. That, and I can make sure to keep the rest of your men under check. And…"

She let out a gulp before she slowly shed her robes. The soft fabric tossed aside, her naked, abused body was once again on full display to the Sith, making him chuckle, while Tristan and his father could only look away.

"Mother…" Sabine's eyes darkened under her hair as she slowly stood up. Wordlessly, she began to shed her clothes as well, discarding her armor, weapons, and dignity. Much to his shame, Tristan accidentally took a look, before he jerked his head away. His body, however, had no such shame.

"Ho ho, looks like someone has a sister complex," the Sith lord teased. Tears began pooling from his eyes as his manhood shamelessly rose to full mast. "Or maybe your entire clan of men are into cuckoldry."

A hand suddenly seized Alrich's crotch, making him whimper. He opened his eyes to see the red Twi'lek grinning at him as she painfully held onto his erection.

"Talon, mind if you watch over these two as I give them their punishment for their defiance?"

"Yes, master~" she purred as she slid around the two men, wrapping her arms around their necks as she pulled them closer together.

"So, Ursa, Sabine, do you promise to be good girls from now on?"

"Y-Yes, my lord," the two of them said in shaky union. "W-We're at your eternal service."

"Good," Kyuubi purred, walking around behind them. He fished out his cock from his pants, a large cock slowly revealing itself like a large snake.

"M-Mom," Sabine held back a sob as she felt him crouch behind her. "I-I'm scared."

"I-It's not so bad, Sabi." Sabi. That was an old pet name she hadn't heard her use in a long time. The warmth of her hand and the sound of that old nickname was almost enough for her to take the loss of her maidenhood.

"Fuck!" Sabine's nails dug into her mother's skin as she bit back another cry.

It hurt. Sure, she had felt pain before, but nothing compared to this sensation of a hot, meaty rod piercing her sacred spot.

Her breath jagged, she whimpered as she felt their new master quickly pump in and out of her body. She wanted to scream. She wanted to vomit. She just wanted to make it stop.

But she couldn't. She knew that if she resisted…

She managed to lift her head up to see Tristan and her father, who were trying so hard not to look or listen.

"Mm, you don't have to look at your family, you know~" the Sith sang. "My oh my, I didn't know you were all that close."

"S-Shut up," Sabine bit out, before she shut it. Fear struck her soul as she wondered if she had just sealed her brother's fate.

"Ah, you look so cute when you're scared," Darth Kyuubi purred as he stroked her lovely backside. "Don't worry, I don't mind a little attitude, so long as you know your place. Ask Talon, or Rahab."

Despite this, Sabine wisely clammed up, although small whimpers here and there escaped her lips.

"I'm going to cum now." A chill ran down her spine as he said this.

"N-No wait!" Sabine pleaded. "P-Please don't cum inside me!"

"Oh? And why should I listen? For that demand alone, I should-"

"Please! I-I can't be a mother yeeeettt!" Sabine's arms gave out, and she nearly bit her tongue as her chin hit the floor. Her body suddenly began to feel warm. Whatever pain that her poor maidenhood felt was now slowly being replaced by pleasure.

Hot, vile fluids flooded her insides, making her whimper as she could his cock wriggling about. Weeping, her sobs echoed in the dimly lit room as Ursa could only watch helplessly.

"Mmm, that was nice," Darth Kyuubi sighed happily. "But...I get the feeling that I'm not the only one that's rather pent up. Tristan, do you want to have a go?"

"T-There's no way that he'll-" Sabine's words died in her mouth as she turned to look at her brother again. She blushed as she saw that he was stripped naked, courtesy of Darth Talon and that strange droid of his.

"W-What-?" her eyes lowered as she saw that he was approaching her, his cock nice and erect. "Tristan, what the hell-?"

"I-I'm sorry, Sabine!" he bit back a sob, biting his lips hard enough to draw blood. "But...I can't-I can't-!"

"Say no more," Darth Kyuubi purred, his hands clasped over her shoulders to stop her from running away. "Under my kingdom, those that are closest to me can have their every wish fulfilled. In this case-"

He swiftly lifted her up by her armpits, and before she could do or say anything in protest, she began to float in the air towards Tristan, who sat on a chair that Talon had provided for him.

"N-No! Please don- AH!" Sabine was suddenly dropped, landing in Tristan's arms.

"I-I always loved you, big sis!" he cried out as he frantically shoved his cock into her used hole. "I-I'm sorry! Please accept my feelings!"

"NO! DON'T!" Sabine pleaded, but her words fell onto deaf ears as he began thrusting in and out of her. She could feel their new master's semen sloshing about inside of her, and a part of her wondered if Tristan's essence would join them.

If that were to happen, she just hoped that she would give birth to his child instead.

"MMMF!" Tristan's lips captured Sabine's, and the two of them closed their eyes as they fell together into darkness.

"Wow, looks like a match made in Heaven." Darth Kyuubi now stood behind Ursa, who could only watch as her children began mating like animals. "Tell me, did you know that he had a thing for his big sis, or…?"

"..." Ursa couldn't speak a word as she felt her world fall apart.

"AH! AH! Oh, harder, please!"

No. Ursa's eyes widened as she turned her head away, but a pair of strong hands forced her head to the right.

"Ah ah ah, time to do a bit of reality check~"

Why? No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't erase the image of her husband moaning as the red twi'lek was beating him off. Her delicate fingers curling around her husband's cock, her husband begged for release as she continued to jerk him off.

"...Why?" she finally managed to croak out.

"You should've been a better wife," Kyuubi purred into her ear. "Just look at how pent up he is. You never gave him the fucking he needed. Just like how you needed it too."

"Wha- EEP!" she felt something hard and wet slide into her again, making her grip onto her robes tightly.

"And now you two are even. Don't worry, open relationships tends to last longer than close ones I think. If you two need to scratch those itches, you know who to call~"

Their moans echoed throughout the building, much to the embarrassment of the other occupants.