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The Celestial Inquisitor

Chapter 20: Cipher

– Sarik Kallig –

As I walk through my ship, I pause at the sight of a new figure speaking to Mara. I do wish people would stop just coming and going as they please, but Mara clearly knows them a little.

100cp granted, 100cp total.

The light blue skin on the humanoid woman makes me pause. A Chiss? Completely red eyes turn to me as my eyes look her over. She's not wearing Sith robes or an Imperial uniform, instead simply being dressed in a sleeveless white top that leaves her considerable cleavage on display, as well as skin tight black pants.

Leaning against the wall, a bald, pale woman gives me a once over with a slight smirk on her tattooed face. A Rattataki?

"Sarik, I take it?" she asks, her tone cold and analytical.

"You have me at a disadvantage. Care to explain who you are and why you're on my ship?" I ask, giving Mara a mildly annoyed look as she shrugs.

"Cipher Nine, Imperial Intelligence," Nine responds, and I wrack my brain for a moment. Ciphers are their most elite agents, stripped of their real names and given a new numerical designation. Ciphers are rare enough that there's never more than a handful at a time. "We did tell you that Imperial Intelligence was sending an agent to work as an attache to your crew."

"Fair enough," I say, relaxing slightly. Her accent is exotic and not one I recognise. Is she from the Chiss Ascendancy? They're the only faction to manage to become allies to the Sith instead of being subjugated, but I know very little about them. In truth, nobody in the Empire seems to know anything about the isolationist empire. "And you?" I say, nodding at the armed Rattataki.

"Don't worry your pretty little head, I just work for Nine," she says, not answering my question as my eyes narrow slightly.

"Kaliyo Djannis, an independent agent contracted to Imperial Intelligence. She was hired for my crew before I was reassigned to you by orders of Darth Jadus," Nine explains calmly. "We were just discussing your plan for the Chancellor's wife and the potential of your 'Beholder Chamber'."

"Did Mara fill you in, or is this ship as bugged as I assume?" I ask, knowing that the Phantom was designed for Imperial Intelligence before it was reassigned to me.

"Your ship was heavily bugged, naturally, but between Floats and Holiday, none of the bugs have survived," Nine admits with zero shame.

"As I said when we first met, I'm the middleman between you, the Dark Council, and Imperial Intelligence. Cipher has been assigned to assist with your operations going forward, and I wanted an expert's opinion on our plan," Mara admits with a shrug.

"And does our new expert have any advice?" I ask, making Nine nod.

"Your target is an exceedingly vain and materialistic woman, and while she is loyal to the Chancellor, we can weaponise her ego," Nine explains plainly. "I can write a secret admirer's note that will convince her that the necklace has been snuck in by someone enamoured with her. Her profile suggests she would keep the necklace without informing anyone due to its beauty. She is ageing, and her looks are fading, so it would serve as a 'reminder' that she is still appealing. Intel says that the Chancellor is away from home due to the recent chaos and the capture of the Rift Alliance, making now the ideal time to plant the necklace."

She's more or less confirming what we already planned, but I don't know a thing about forging notes.

"In addition, have you considered the potential opportunities if this scheme succeeds?" Nine asks, making me pause. "If Chancellor Janarus meets his end, whether they realise it was an assassination or not, we can more or less predict who will take his place. Senator Mothma has helped blunt the damage caused by the capture of the Rift Alliance and the confession of Grand Marshal Chetketta. She's convinced several planets not to break away from the Republic already, and there's already talk of her becoming Supreme Chancellor if Janarus is forced to step down. You have shown some skill for breaking targets, given your reconditioning of Elara Dorne. I take it that you can see where this is going?"
"If we capture Mon Mothma beforehand, without anyone realising, we could put a plant in the highest seat of office in the Republic," I finished, making her nod with a dark smile.

"Mon Mothma has proven an annoying thorn in the Empire's side. Both Chetketta's confession and the Rift Alliance would have been far worse without her aid. Either way, she's a problem," Nine admits, making me hum.

"Mara? What do you think? I'm just sitting on my hands at the moment, waiting for the Dark Council to tug on my leash and pull me back to Dromund Kaas," I admit, making her snort.

"We'll be heading there soon, but I already mostly know what they're going to say. I won't spoil the surprise, but I'm fairly certain you'll be free to act once you get through the council meeting," Mara explains. "As far as next moves go, stealing the seat of Supreme Chancellor is one hell of a way to go."

"Mon Mothma travels constantly, doesn't she? She was on my original target list, but I ruled her out because she rarely stayed in one place," I say, making Nine nod.

"I've already had a Watcher start looking into her movements, and we have a decent idea of where she's going to end up. With all the recent trouble, Naboo has pulled back from their discussions to join the Republic, but the Republic needs the trade routes, especially given the seemingly inevitable loss of Saleucami. Naboo stands in the perfect position to become the new Saleucami, a trade nexus that could make the Republic a lot of desperately needed money," Nine explains easily. "While she is currently occupied, Mon Mothma is almost certainly going to go to meet with Queen Amidala and attempt to prevent Naboo from pulling out of the negotiations entirely."

Given that the Senator of Saleucami is currently in chains in Balmorra, it's no surprise that Saleucami wants out of the Republic. They had issues before the Rift Alliance.

"If we act fast enough, we can turn Naboo into a trap for Mon Mothma," I agree, stroking my chin. If I can corrupt Queen Amidala, then we could have Mon Mothma 'successfully' convince her and Naboo to join the Republic, ensuring that Mon gets the position of Chancellor.

"Fortunately, politics is painfully slow. Mon Mothma is still trying to prevent Erigorm from pulling out of the Republic with little success. She'll be tied up for a while," Nine assures me. Good luck with that one, given that the fucking Emperor is wearing their representative like a fleshy puppet.

"I have to admit, Nine, I'm impressed," I finally admit, making her smirk for the briefest of seconds before her expression falls flat again.

"It's my job. Admittedly, as a Cipher, I was trained for disguise, seduction, infiltration, and assassination rather than this kind of act, but I pride myself on being the best at what I do," Nine explains simply. "Now, as for my actual business here. Your 'Veritaserum' has proven to be the most effective truth serum we have ever seen. Imperial Intelligence wants a constant supply to supply its agents. I take it that you aren't interested in sharing the method you used to create it?"

"No. I'm keeping that to myself, but I can create a near-limitless supply of it with enough time. Out of curiosity, just how effective is it? I've not had much chance to properly test it on more difficult subjects," I ask, making her raise an eyebrow.

"It has a one hundred percent success rate on any subject that isn't Force-sensitive. When tested on various Jedi and rogue Sith, its effectiveness falls depending on their skills. Jedi Knights seem unable to resist, but the singular Jedi Master we tested it on was able to shake off the effects with some struggle," Nine reports easily. "And frankly, ninety-nine percent of the people that Imperial Intelligence deals with are not Force-sensitive, hence the interest in acquiring a constant supply of Veritaserum."

As she speaks, my statue gets to work emptying the vial into containers on Taris. Zash has arrived there recently, beginning to mentor myself, Kory, Ki and Nadia in the Sith arts. I have a lot of tricks, but she's still far better than me at the traditional Sith arts. In return, I'm teaching her the Lore of Ruin.

The Veritaserum vial is literally infinite; I can pour it out for hours, and it remains completely full.

"Until I have my meeting with the Dark Council and find out what my current position is, I don't plan to make any arrangements that could be derailed within the week," I say. She just nods easily, seeing the logic.

"Entirely valid. Speaking bluntly, Imperial Intelligence is used to cleaning up after the whims of the Sith. As I said, I've been assigned to your ship by Darth Jadus to assist you, as he believes you will continue to spread terror through the galaxy. Until Darth Jadus deems otherwise, I will be remaining with you, so waiting until after you are called to Dromund Kaas is entirely acceptable," Nine agrees calmly. "However, there is one more matter I wish to discuss beforehand. Darth Lachris has spoken highly of your slave- oh, servant- Vette, and the methods you used to train her in the art of infiltration. I believe you use the term 'Hashashin'. Do you believe you could repeat your success with Vette if given more slaves?"

"I do. Vette is a prototype, and I still need to refine the knowledge implantation process, but it has always been my goal to make a new order of Hashashin agents under my control. We both know that war is inevitable, and I intend to tip the scales so heavily in our favour that historians will hesitate to call it a war at all. After all, war implies they have to put up a fight," I say with a dark smile.

The Sith and Republic have been trapped in this endless cycle of war, and I want to crush the Republic so completely that they never rise again.

"It goes without saying that Imperial Intelligence has an interest in a reliable source of expendable infiltrators. We can provide the slaves in great numbers for this order of yours, as well as intel and resources for your own agents. But again, this should wait until after the Dark Council has made up their minds over what to do with you," Nine explains, giving me a nod. "Working on the assumption that the Dark Council isn't about to have you killed for posing a threat to their power, I will begin working on the plans for the infiltration of Naboo and prepare the letter."

Feats Achieved: Recruit Cipher Nine (200cp), Recruit Kaliyo Djannis (100cp), 300cp granted. 400cp total.

"Do so. Assuming I don't get killed, that will be my next target," I agree, getting a nod from her as she heads into the ship. Kaliyo, having been silent this entire time, simply gives me a smirk before she follows the agent. She's going to be a problem. The Skaven in me can sense the chaos and treachery inside that Rattataki.

"Friend of yours?" I ask, making Mara snort.

"Not exactly. I don't think Nine has friends, just assets and obstacles," Mara replies easily. "The Dark Council is going to call you back to them soon, likely by the end of the week. Prepare yourself."

"I knew this was coming, but I can't say I'm eager to meet with them all," I admit, making her nod easily.

"That's because you don't have as big an ego as most Sith in your position would have. It might just be what keeps you alive going forward," Mara replies with a small laugh. "I'm keeping in contact with Dromund Kaas to keep an eye on how things are developing, but you know how Sith Lords are. Every single one of them has their own agenda for how they want to use you."

"Lovely," I say with a sigh, making her snort. "I'll keep that in mind, but it sounds like our time on Balmorra is coming to an end, for now at least."

I'll have to speak to Darth Lachris again before I leave, but honestly? She has this place under control now. With the resistance captives being questioned under Veritaserum, she's rapidly learning of more hiding places and none of them are as well defended.

It's a slaughter, to be honest. Each one she takes, if even one of the captives knows about another hideout or resistance group, then she just moves on to the next. In the short time since the fall of the Arms Factory, she's captured and imprisoned over a dozen different groups.

Balmorra is soon to be completely under the Empire's control. Better yet, its ruler is a close ally who owes her success to me and is pragmatic enough to see the benefits of maintaining an alliance with me.

[Mountain of Death] -200cp, 200cp remaining

A great mountain rising up from the flat sands surrounding it. A secret place, despite its size, which is now home to your own version of the Hashashin order. This dark mountain has a secret organisation of several hundred members, each fanatically loyal to you, and all already trained in the assassin's arts to a basic level. They're far from being equal to a Hashashin leader, but each one could match the rank and file of one of the older order. They could work as a personal weapon of yours, striking at your enemies, or gather resources by selling their services. Whatever the case, you'll find that the mountain's resources and the quantity and quality of your assassins here will improve as your own assassin skills do. Adherents find themselves drawn to the mountain, and those already studying there are inspired to go even further in pursuit of the vaunted level of skill their great leader has reached.

Despite getting used to the bullshit of my power, I can't help but choke on my water as this comes up. Well, I guess setting up my own Hashashin order just became infinitely easier. I can summon this onto Taris, the perfect hiding place for me to grow a true order of assassins under my control.

[Unbreakable Will] - 200cp, 0cp remaining

You'll always find inside you the strength to continue to move forward. You're immune to boredom and social isolation, can always motivate yourself, and you can power through pain and fatigue until your body can't sustain you. It will also make manipulating your magicka just a little easier.

Hardly as impressive, but I won't say no. Getting a message, I shake my head and put my new order out of my mind for the moment. I have places to be and people to do.

– Vette –

Watching as Sarik placed the finishing touches on the rune upon her mother's back, Vette smiled. The Rune of Corruption, despite the ominous name, did damn good work as the years seemed to slide off her mother's face. Wrinkles faded, old scars disappeared and the years of toil slowly faded away into nothing.

Diida stared at herself in the mirror, shock clear on her face as her naked body recovered from the damage that her time in the mines had done to it. Her mother's breasts lost their sag, easily the biggest out of the trio as the fat blue funbags drew Sarik's eyes.

"I- I feel amazing, better than I have in years," Diida admitted, admiring her body in the mirror. "Thank you for this gift, mast- erm, sir."

"I prefer to have my servants be at their best. Improving one's tools is only natural," Sarik said, his gaze lingering on the way Diida's large breasts bounced with her movements.

"This really does feel amazing," Tivva admitted after a moment. She had gone first, not wanting to risk their mother. Tivva was the most sceptical of Sarik, but the evidence spoke for itself.

"You know the funny part? The rune keeps you pristine," Vette explained, a grin on her lips. "You're both basically virgins again."

Tivva stiffened at that, a mixture of emotions on her face. She had spent years as a pleasure slave on Nar Shaddaa. Vette couldn't even imagine the things Tivva had been forced to do over the years. She was happy to have her body maidenlike again, but she also knew why Vette had mentioned it.

"I'm sure Lord Sarik will fix that, won't you, sir?" Tivva asked, her tone going sultry with practised ease as she turned to Sarik. Like Diida, she was still naked, and while their mother was more top-heavy, Tivva was very curvy with wide hips and a fat ass. "It's only fair you get to enjoy the fruits of your labour, isn't it?"

"I- you've done so much for our family, Lord Sarik. It would be an honour to repay your kindness in whatever way you desire," Diida continued, bowing slightly as her breasts jiggled. Sarik turned his gaze to her, catching the grin on her lips as she played with her own belt. "I have no doubt your powers have saved my life, and given me many years to spend with my daughters. For that, it would be my pleasure to spend those years servicing you to the best of my abilities."

"You heard them, boss," Vette agreed, pulling off her top with a grin. Her breasts were the smallest, but they were the most perky and Sarik certainly enjoyed them given how often he played with them. "You're not gonna make us beg, are you?"

– Tiiva –

She had heard horror stories about the Sith over the years, and while she could tell that Ce'na… Vette cared for Sarik. She wasn't going to risk gaining his wrath.

Kneeling between his legs, she slid her lips along his thick red shaft with practised ease, feeling her sister do the same as they worked together to pleasure the Sith that 'employed' them. She was happy to not be a slave, don't get it wrong, but she wasn't so naive to think that they were as free as Vette claimed. Their mother had this life too ingrained into her mind to leave. She sat beside Sarik, kissing him as he played with her massive breasts, and Tivva could tell that her mother was never going to see herself as 'free'.

As for her? She wasn't stupid. She knew a good thing when she saw one. Moving up, she took Sarik's cock into her mouth and deep-throated him in a single movement, getting an impressed look from Vette. Sarik was a powerhouse, a very rich and powerful Sith, and if she played her cards right, she could live a good, comfortable life here with her sister and mother.

After her time on Nar Shaddaa, her pride was non-existent. If Sarik wanted her as nothing more than his obedient little Twi'lek cumdump, it would still be a vast improvement over her former employment. She knew the simple rule of the world: if you were weak, you needed to attach yourself to someone strong and keep them happy with you.

Her breasts rubbed against Vette's, blue nipples bumping against each other, and now that they were both naked she could see just how athletic Vette had become. More than that, she could tell that Vette was dangerous. She hadn't worked out why Vette intimidated her at first, but Nar Shaddaa had plenty of dangerous people… and Vette moved like them.

So what did it mean when Vette moved down to suckle on Sarik's balls? Vette was powerful and dangerous, and yet completely submissive toward Sarik. If Vette was a Nexu, then Sarik had to be a fucking Krayt Dragon.

It was why she put her all into pleasuring him, cheeks hollowing as her tongue danced gracefully around his cock, lapping at the sensitive tip. She knew all the tricks of this trade, and by the rumbling moan from Sarik, he was enjoying it.

Diida let out a moan as Sarik suckled on her nipple, his other hand between her legs, and Tivva could feel her sister's hands on her body. Vette was fingering her, making her moan quietly, the vibrations running along Sarik's shaft.

"That's it, Sir, enjoy Tivva's mouth," Diida encouraged, her tone heavy with lust as Sarik grunted into her breasts, his hips bucking slightly as Tivva prepared herself for his climax. It didn't take too much longer until Sarik groaned, the sound muffled by her mother's lips, and his balls began to empty their load into Tivva's waiting mouth.

Tivva didn't pull back as she easily took his load down her throat. Frankly, she'd swallowed far worse. His cock twitched as it unleashed the last of the sizeable load into her mouth, and as she pulled back, Vette moved. Kissing her, Vette's tongue slipped into her mouth in search of Sarik's cum.

Her sister had become a pervert over the years, hadn't she?

Diida squealed, drawing their attention to where Sarik had tossed her mother onto the bed, and Sarik grinned at them.

"Vette, lay down beside your mother. Tivva, prepare Vette for me," Sarik ordered, making Tivva nod easily as she rose. Vette was quick to obey, but she seemed worried that Tivva would refuse. She didn't, and her head found itself rapidly between Vette's toned thighs.

Vette was a predator, and Sarik was the apex being around here. As someone whose only talents lay in sex, she had one way to keep them from eating her up. Vette's voice soon cried out in pleasure as Diida did the same.

– Diida –

She didn't know much about Sith or Jedi, in truth. People claimed the Jedi were the heroes and the Sith the villains, but it was a Sith that had reunited her with her family and fixed her ailing body.
She owed Sarik far too much, and had few ways to pay him back for his kindness. On her back, she moaned as Sarik sheathed himself inside her pussy with no hesitation, sliding home into her tight cunt. Ce'na wasn't wrong, because it really felt like the first time but without the pain as Sarik began to rail her. If the best way she could repay his generosity was on her back, then she was more than willing to do so, despite the naughtiness of having her and her daughters in the same bed.

Her leg wrapped around his waist as she let out a pleasured cry as he continued to play with her large breasts. He certainly seemed to enjoy them, even as one hand stroked her lekku with surprising tenderness.

She wasn't naive; she knew Sarik was a dangerous man who had done terrible things, but there was a war on. Of course he was going to be fighting his enemies. She had no love for either the Republic or the Empire and had no part in their war. She was not a fighter, so she had no reason to fear Sarik if she never gave him a reason to turn that power against her.

"F-fuck, it's been so long," Diida admitted, letting her voice cry out as Sarik thrust into her with fast, powerful movements. "Use me, master, pound- anh~ ooh fuck… pound my schutta pussy."

She had once pitied the pleasure slaves but had quickly learnt that they had it better than most. Sure, they had to give up their bodies on a regular basis, but they were well-fed and looked after to maintain their beauty. She had not been so lucky and, after the first year of hard labour had found herself longing for the easy life of a pleasure slave. Sex wasn't a bad thing, most of the time, and Sarik clearly knew what he was doing as he pounded into her. His cock hit places that had been left untouched for years, sending her eyes rolling back in her head.

"That's it, boss, fuck my mom. Breed that slutty Twi'lek pussy and give me a new sister," Ce'na moaned, her hands holding onto Tivva's lekku and one leg wrapped around Tivva's head. This was more degenerate than she was prepared for, but she didn't hate it. Ce'na clearly loved Sarik, and he seemed highly fond of her as well.

"Y-Yesh! Breed your slave, master, pump your Sith cum into my womb!" Diida agreed, mind clouded by pleasure as Sarik smirked. Her body felt so hot, and the heat was only growing as Sarik picked up the pace. The entire bed bounced with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure through her body as she climaxed around his cock. The increased tightness didn't slow him as he had his way with her, and Vette's own moans grew lewder as Tivva put her years of experience to use and brought her sister to her own climax.

With a final thrust, Sarik let out a satisfied hiss and unleashed his second load directly into her body. She could only moan at the fullness, feeling him unleash his essence directly into her long-barren womb. She didn't know if that mark of his could work such a miracle as to let her get bred, but she wasn't opposed to it. She'd been separated from her daughters before, never getting to see them grow up, and this would be the perfect final gift from her master if he could truly knock this old lady up.

Still, her age meant that, unlike the youngsters in this depraved game, she needed a break as she panted with satisfaction, kissing Sarik before he moved away and took a moment to admire his handiwork. With her legs spread wide, he could watch his seed leak from her pussy, but he didn't watch for long as he waved his hand, and Tivva was suddenly further up the bed, laying on top of Vette, face to face, as he moved behind them.

Letting out a tired sigh, she envied the youth of her daughters and Sarik, who was already inside another pussy, not needing a break.

– Vette –

Sarik didn't waste any time, pounding into her pussy for a moment before he swapped and slid into Tivva's cunt instead. Face to face, she could see the pleasured expression on her sister's face as Sarik alternated between their two cunts. Their breasts squished together, and Vette kissed her sister, catching Tivva off guard, but not for long before her sister returned the kiss.

Sarik deserved a prize for everything he'd done, and she'd handed him the best one she could think of… a Twi'lek buffet. Tivva was a smart girl, and she'd caught on quickly that it was important to keep Sarik happy, which was why she was putting on a show for him as he fucked the sisterly duo.

Sarik was a beast, devouring the offerings she'd laid out before him, and it wasn't long before Tivva was creampied, taking his load into her fertile body. She'd asked Jansa to get her some fertility drugs for Diida and Tivva, because the best way to keep her family safe was to keep them under Sarik, and tying them to him with a child was just smart. Sarik knew, of course, and he no doubt had a million plans for his own children but that was just how he was.

As Tivva rolled off her, Vette grinned up at him as he smiled down at her.

"And then there was one," Sairk teased, making her laugh.

"Nope," Vette replied, making him blink as she caught him off guard for the first time. At her signal, the door opened and Taunt and Leontyne walked in, both wearing nothing but leather harnesses that hid nothing, and looked lovely on their red and green skin.

Taunt was far less rebellious now; red breasts pushed out for his approval as she placed her hands behind her back. Leontyne wasn't so happy, one hand covering her tits as she glared, but Sarik liked a little spice in his life.

"Okay, you might be a better gift than my lightsaber," Sarik admitted, making her grin. "Maybe."

"Guess I'll have to keep one-upping myself until you lose the maybe, huh?" Vette smirked as Sarik pulled the newcomers to the bed, the party starting again.

— Quest Section —

Should Sarik leave a Torii gate on Balmorra?

Yes.

No.

Author's Note: I wrote the end of this chapter listening to Spice up your Life by the Spice Girls and ended up writing the Vette line without even meaning to.

Written: 24/01/2025

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