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Obi reported: "I have news about the Dathomir witch Ventress, She is dabbling in the Dark side, I'll better fetch her. We can't depend on Canon anymore, still, she can be useful if I remember it right she has some Sith Holocrons."

18 Don't trust the Force, Anakin!

I nodded: "Go for it, we changed too much of the original story to depend on it. Killing Dooku and Grievous on Geonosis along with exposing Palpatine will probably prevent her from turning Dark, nevertheless, she is a nasty piece of work that needs to be handled carefully. Check on those Witches on Dathomir too. Those portals… Infinity Gates from the Kwa, or Kwi, if I recall it correctly is worth a visit. See if you can collect some data."

"Will do, Master, oh, Mandalore is on the way there, I can drop some satellites in orbit of that planet if you want me to." said the all too-eager Obi, "The Deathwatch is still active there and can be a problem on the long run."

Padme asked: "Another one of your future sights, Ani?"

Obi answered in my place: "It is Mistress, Mandalorians are a Force-sensitive warrior race, lately they are ruled by a pacifistic government, that definitively will cause revolts, it is like forcing wolves to be vegetarians."

I shrugged: "The most you can do is change wolves into dogs, not into cows. That is something that the Duchess can not understand. Force it and those wolves change into Dire wolves. Plant those satellites, Obi, I think we are going to need their data pretty soon."

"We live to serve, Master." Said Obi, and left.

Rabé commented: "Their voice still creeps me out, why can't they use a normal voice, Ani?"

I laughed: "I already told you that, Rabé, that voice was very popular in that old man's world. They get a kick out of it to be able to use it for themselves and live in that story. And frankly, I do too."

Sabé interrupted: "We transported the last Republican soldiers to their nearest planet. And began to clean the battlefield of debris. Ani, do you have plans for those hundred Star Destroyers? Eighty of them are in good shape, they only need a new bridge and a better Hyperdrive."

Gendry took that answer: "Mistress, we already started to design that Hyperdrive, though we think it is better to use two Hyperdrives instead of a very big one. However, we don't like the model, everything is pointed to the front, there are only some defenses at the side and back to ward Starfighters off, the bottom of those ships are vulnerable too."

I nodded: "Yes, their need to have windows on the bridge is the height of stupidity, it made them easy targets. See what you can do with it, Gendry, if the rebuild costs too much, use them for scrap metal."

Sabé chuckled: "If the Senators of the Republic could hear you they would have a stroke, those ships take a year to complete, and you want to use them as scrap, you know that destroying two hundred of them must have hurt them badly. Destroying two fleets hurts, but those two hundred are worth more than four thousand Frigates or battlecruisers."

I shrugged: "They went down within a minute, so they were not that great, I bet Tan and Gendry can come up with something better."

Shiri looked surprised at me: "My little sis can come up with something better? Since when did she become that good?"

Gendry answered: "Since I am an awesome teacher, a great Mentor, an inspiring guide for young talents…"

"And a shameless bragger like Ani," Completed Eirtaé, "But you are right this time, I saw some of the models Tan designed, they are beautiful and yet functional, some of them just screaming to be built, if only a prototype."

Aola smiled: "Oh? Our little Tan has a fan already? You made us curious, Eirtaé. But enough of the serious stuff, I want to feel Ani inside of me, and I want to eat someone's pussy; not necessarily in that order or at the same time."

Yané cheered: "Aola, you have the best ideas of us all! Ani, strip for us, make it nice and slow."

I grinned at them: "I have a better idea, do you girls know about the game Strip Poker? No? I happen to have a few decks in my backpack."

"We will be on our way, Master, when we complete our objectives we will report in," said Gendry.

They left me behind with the girls, to be honest, if I can't win, then I usually cheat with my card games. In this case, I was not cheating at all. The girls spiced it a bit up with little tasks the loser has to complete… Yeah, this was one of the better nights.

Xxxxx

Life settled back to normal, the Republic and Trade Federation were in a deadlock, neither could get the upper hand, causing the people to flee to our side. With transportation in our hands, the slave trade couldn't get a foothold in the Coalition, boosting our popularity, and making immigration to our worlds the top destination of Outer Rim people.

The pirate ships we boarded were stripped down for information, the slaves on board got their chips removed and offered a place to live on one of our new planets. The information we extracted from the pirates was used to find their bases and clean them out.

We build two extra Star forges, one to make the construction droids we use to prepare planets for colonization, the other is for the machines the droids need to build the new infrastructure. That gave a boost to our expansion, every new planet got a starter kit, meaning a city fit for a million colonists, surrounded by farms that can feed two million.

We developed a data net with all the information to grow crops and handle the machinery. We kept that Data network apart from the Holonet, we used an incompatible programming to prevent infiltration by the Republic and the Trade Federation.

Slowly our influence expanded, one by one, the planets ruled by the Huts got liberated, meaning the slaves that wanted to move to our new planets could leave, the pirates got judged, and the big Hut sludges became food for their own Rancors. It is slow-paced though, the Outer Rim is bloody big! We haven't even covered a thousandth of it.

Xxxxx

Life became more interesting for me when Obi reported in: "Master, I did a deep scan on the planet Dathomir, and found an abandoned Kwa base, a mile below the surface with the entrances blocked. That base is still operational, it took the new configuration of our scanners that Gendry and I developed to penetrate the shields of that base. It is in a small region without intelligent life. There is also a clan of light Witches that lives on a pyramid, it is buried and warded."

"Great news, Obi, there is a big chance we can get our hands on the Portal technology of the Kwa. Too bad they degraded to Kwi, they are an example of evolving backward. Set a base up and guard the region for a hundred-mile radius."

Obi suggested: "We can claim this part of the outer rim for our own. There are plenty of planets suitable for colonization that only we can reach with our ships. We can absorb Mandalore that way too, these two planets alone make it worthwhile."

"That is a decision that the Coalition has to make," I said, "Although having two planets with Force-sensitive inhabitants seems to be a good deal. If only they were not so battle crazy or some of those Witches dabbed too deep into the Dark side."

Those night witches are bat shit crazy if I remember it right, points for them to have a reversed Harem, but their way of life sucks big time, I mean Magic is cool and all, although most of the time I enjoy modern technology more. The times that I am bent over a cauldron, mixing some obscure potion is long gone. The normal Witches are in the majority and lean to the light side of the Force, they still use male slaves to breed, but I hope we can reason with them.

The Mandalorians, are the opposite, not the Harem but the technology, again, Mr. Lucas read too many stories about Arthur and his round table, resulting in that strange outfit those Mandalorians run around with. Come on! What person is keeping a helmet on 24/7? it even looks like a middle-aged helmet. Even with climate control and a VR interface, it still looks silly to me. Then again, my own armor looks a bit like theirs, my helmet is way cooler, it doesn't look like an upside-down bucket.

Props in the eighties were not that inventive, Bobba Fet got a jet pack, a utility belt from Batman, and a Spaceship that looks like… OK, it looks are unique, butt ugly, you can't even tell which is the front or back side.

Where was I… grasping power… nope… conquering the Galaxy… not at the moment… ah. Asking the wives-to-be for permission to conquer the Galaxy. Don't judge! This man is not whipped! I am avoiding being called a Tyrant. Hiding behind their skirts is the best, that way I can slide my hands up their legs and pull their panties down, bend them over a table, and shove… Damned, focusing is getting harder these days.

Xxxxx

A week later, the Coalition gave me the green light and the first five planets Obi marked for colonization got prepared.

A delegation of the coalition, led by Padme, the girls, and me paid a visit to Mandalore, the Duchess Satine Kryze welcomed us.

"Welcome, President Amidala, the feats of you and the Coalition impressed us all, we have a feast prepared in your honor."

Those words were promising, after the banquet, we talked business. "We are in this region to colonize new planets," started Padme, "Planets that only we can reach with our ships, that way we are not hindering your own development, more so, we offer an opportunity for your people to join us."

Satine thought about the offer and answered: "Sorry, but Mandalore is and stays independent. We have a rich history and joining your Coalition will erase it. Personally, I don't like it that you are colonizing this region, although I know we can't prevent you from doing so."

Padme nodded: "We expected this answer, Duchess Kryze, we did however a survey of your planet and factions. To be honest, it doesn't look so good for you and your regime. We can offer some solutions for both."

Duchess Satine frowned: "What solutions for our planet can you offer, President Amidala?'

Padme looked at me to take over, I said: "Your planet faced a big calamity in your conflict with the Jedi seven centuries ago, we developed technology to restore your planet to its original state. Although that doesn't come cheap, and has several strings attached."

Duchess Satine balled her fists, this offer can change Mandalore and solidify her position, or it can undermine her position and let strangers rule this planet.

Carefully she asked: "What are the costs, and what are the strings? How are you going to accomplish restoring our planet to its original state?"

I answered: "In that war, your planet's atmosphere got polluted with foreign particles that prevented heat from your sun from leaving the planet, much like the Carbon Dioxide does on other planets, we have two ways to deal with this. The first way is to put satellites around the planet that form a shield to block a percentage of your sunlight, cooling your planet enough to allow your vegetation to grow again. The second way is to filter those foreign particles out of the atmosphere. Both ways are costly, even more so because you have to import water, yours evaporated years ago."

Padme added: "The strings are to join our Coalition and a non-aggression pact between our members, a Magical binding Pact."

Duchess Satine choffed: "Magical, like the Witches of Dathomir Magical? Then no thank you, those witches are beyond crazy and downward evil."

Padme pointed out to the duchess: "That is what most of the Galaxy is calling the Mandalorians too. Face it, Duchess, your people are proud warriors, no matter how pacifistic you pretend to be. Now, don't protest, we know that you are pacifistic and a majority of your people are more interested in surviving this hard planet than going out and waging wars."

Padme pointed to one of her members on the table and said: "Pre Visla, we know that you are the leader of the Death Watch and want to restore Mandalore to its former glory, do you care to hear our proposal?"

Duchess Satine exploded: "Pre Visla! Are you undermining all the hard work we have done to let our race survive? Are you willing to risk it all just to fight a few battles? Who are you going to fight? The Republic? Trade Federation? Or the Coalition?"

I held my hand up and proposed: "How about the Huts? The Slavers? Pirates? There are enough of those to go around. Pre Vizsla, consider our proposal first before you start a civil war."

Pre-Visla didn't expect his leadership over the Death Watch to be exposed, and freeze up, Attacking now was suicide, he was not a fool to think we were not prepared to do battle, the stealth abilities of our starships are legendary.

Carefully he asked: "What is your proposal, President Amidala?"

Padme smiled and said: "We can use warriors on our fleet, join our Coalition, and the Republic and Jedi will not be a problem anymore. There will be plenty of battles to do, liberating slaves will be our main goal. As it is widely known, every member of the Coalition gets a number of planets to colonize under their ruling, and the rest of the planets are open to immigration, as I told Duchess Kryze, all it takes is a Magic pact, not a Dathomir Witches Pact, a Skywalker Pact."

Yeah! Bow to me! Kiss my feet! Grovel! Send your maidens to me! No, my girls won't like that, and who the hell wants maidens? They have no experience at all, and once you get them sorted out, they want to sample what goods other males have to offer. My sister-in-law for one, she sampled me plenty, I should not offered her that threesome with her sis. Sigh, it was fun while it lasted.

I commented: "You can agree to disagree, both your visions on what Mandalorians should be are right, there is room for cooperation between both views. Before you decide think what it will mean for the people your Caste is responsible for."

Padme stood up and said: "We leave you here to sort your differences out. You have our offer on these data disks, study them and give us an answer next month."

Xxxxx

We left Mandalore and traveled to Dathomir, I am curious about what we will discover there, the Kwa were an ancient civilization that built the so-called infinity gates, which allowed them to instantly travel vast distances. Not that we really need that, we can cross the Galaxy in a week or two at no cost at all. I bet those gates are power hogs, but, all the secondary technology is worth the excavation.

First, I have to cleanse the Dark Well of this planet, a Dark Well that is maintained by a tribe of dark sisters. In a show of force, we surrounded the region, fifty Gundams started to hunt the local Rancors, those Night sisters use them as mounts, fucking scary if you meet them, I'll tell you. From there we began to eliminate every Night Sister.

Nope, I am not Dumbledore, that tosser sacrificed innocents trying to redeem one of the bad guys. I say kill the bad ones, if there is one good person killed in that group, that is still better than letting the bad ones run free, that will get more innocents killed. This mindset is not appreciated in my old world, there we have to be more holy like the Pope, or Iman, or that dude from Tibet.

Anyway, here, my word is Law! Alright, after it is approved by my girls, nitpickers. We rushed into the temple and cleared all Runes and power symbols, the Cleansing ritual took hours if you do it alone, and Aayla wasn't allowed to help me anymore neither was Ahsoka, too bad, they had fine pussies.

I felt the Darkness lifted from the planet, to prevent future contamination, I warded the Well off for intelligent species, once activated, any intelligent creature will be diverted, the ones that try to force their way in will sustain brain damage. All over the planet, the Night Sisters were eliminated, Obi had them all tagged, Dark Force is easy to find if you know how to look for it.

When that was done, our main force landed at the Site of the Kwa. Obi had already started the dig, while the droids cleared the passage, we visited the closest tribe to the Well, The Singing Mountain Clan, we gathered a lot of attention when we landed on the top of the Singing Mountain, more so when Padme, the girls and me at the back, got out with our usual escort droids.

We entered the main structure to meet the Clan Elders, after the greetings and introductions, The Clan Mother, Augwynne Djo asked: "What is the purpose of your visit here strangers? We saw a lot of your flying crafts move above us today, sometimes firing to the ground, are these yours?"

I answered: "Those are ours, yes, we eliminated the Night Sisters and their source of power. We closed that source off so that it can't be abused anymore. Anyone that tries to reach for it will lose their mind, permanently."

Clan mother Djo looked at Padme: "You allow your male to speak out of term?"

Padme shrugged: "We are from another planet, you must know that planets with a maternal civilization are very rare. Most planets are male-dominated, our Coalition has both male and female equal rights. All the females here are in a relationship with Lord Anakin, he is the dominant male in our family relationship, although he let himself be guided by us. It works for us, most of our people are in a single relation though."

"We also came here to inform you that we have started colonies on nearby planets and that this region now falls under the Coalition. This brings a set of rules too," said Padme.

"Oh? You are here to conquer us?" asked the clan mother, "Is this a declaration of war? We are not that easy to dominate if you must know."

Padme shook her head: "No, we won't interfere in local customs, we do regulate what will go in or out of this planet. For example, we won't tolerate slavery, we acknowledge that you treat your males like animals, but won't tolerate that you hunt them from outside your tribe, nor that you sell them to slavers from other planets."

One of the Elders scoffed: "What can you do to stop us child? We will follow our ways like we are used to."

I said: "If you go outside and look in the air, you will see what can stop you from hunting slaves. We also have satellites orbiting this planet that can track the smallest insect."

A Witch came in and reported: "Clan mother! Ten flying devices appeared out of thin air!"

Clan mother Djo looked at me: "Are you going to guard every move from us? Are we prisoners?"

I shrugged: "Not really, we protect the weak from abuse. As long as you don't abuse others, you can fuck a Rancor for all I care. If you want a male from another community, you have to make it appealing for him to mate with you. We call that courting, if your males run away from your tribe there is a chance that we will help them move to another planet."

Shiri commented: "Our Lord Anakin was a slave himself, before he freed himself, and hated every second of it. You asked that you are prisoners, that you are guarded? Well, your males are prisoners here and guarded by you, so why can't we guard you?"

Padme held her hand up to get attention: "Now we talk about the benefits, we can offer you some planets to colonize if you join our Coalition as a member. We protect you against slavers and raiders, although I am certain you can defend yourselves easily. We offer knowledge of technology, even new Magics if our Husband-to-be finds you worthy."

That got those witches upset, one of them shouted: "What can a young measly male teach us? We have a tradition that spans centuries! Show us your Magic little Boy! Woof! Wooff… woof? WOOF?"

"I call you Wifi, yep, in my world we call your kind a lapdog. Basically, because they can sit on the female's lap. Me however suspect that they were bred to lap lonely spinsters."

She turned out to be an adorable Pekineses, slack jawed the witches saw the little dog run around in a panic, barking at everyone for help. Human transformation like this was unheard of, transformations needed rituals that last days and demand a lot of energy, not a simple wave of a hand.

I commented: "Depending on the Magic resistance of the person, the change keeps for an hour to a year. How long will she stay an animal you think?"

Clan mother Djo asked: "Can you change Elder Brenn back? It is unsettling Magic."

I nodded: "Sure, Brenn! Come here! Good girl! Now Sit! That's a good dog! Lay down! See? I can teach you new stuff after all." With a wave of my hand, I turned her back to human, she was on the ground on her belly. "There is a saying in my old world, Brenn, you are never too old to learn, but most are too hardheaded to do so."

I told my old man the exact same lines, my son said them to me too, that little shit, what the hell does he know about life… Oh, shut up.

Padme got us back on the rails: "Your tribe is living on an ancient structure, Lord Anakin requests permission to examine it, and eliminate any dangers if there are some. We also are excavating a site of an ancient race to discover its secrets a few hundred miles from here. While Lord Anakin is busy, we will visit other tribes to spread the message."

Xxxxx

My deep scans located the entrance of the pyramid, a few spells got me to the door, once inside I spotted where the Pyramid took its power from, and disconnected it, then I removed the key component to activate the pyramid. Infinite gates are fine, but the Pyramid can fire an infinite Wave that can destroy planets, so that was plausibly the main reason the Kwa got their asses kicked. I closed the door and warded it off for everyone.

The other site was a goldmine, it was a secret base from the Gree civilization; it contained a Hypergate, that strongly reminded me of SG1 Stargate. It is that technology that will allow us to travel between other Galaxies. Gendry arrived a few hours after he got the message and took control of the site, he was humming from joy, well, we took off to our next problem.

Obi located Ventress and captured her: "Master, she is a bitch, a pretty one, but a bitch all the same, if you can slap the Dark Side out of her, then maybe she could be useful. My advice? Put her next to the other Dark Sisters, she is more trouble than she is worth."

I chuckled: "Trust the Force, Gendry, what does it tell you?"

He answered: "It says: Don't Trust The Force, Anakin!"