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Chapter 22

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After a week on the Freedom with Hermione and I looking over the information available on the public holo-net. The holo-net forums were extensive and full of useful information about the 'Force' and the orders that used it. The Jedi even listed force using groups that should be avoided by civilians of the Republic. At the top of the list was the Sith. There was plenty of information about them. They had been at war with the Jedi off and on for the last two centuries.

They had been at peace for the last 20 years.

We were laying on the couch, debating our plans.

Hermione wanted to turn ourselves into the local authority as wealthy foreign refugees and establish official public identities. She wanted us to use the official status to go to school and learn about the technology of the galaxy. She wanted to avoid the Jedi until we were sure they were really on the side of good and wouldn't sacrifice us in a dark ritual. She wanted us to be law abiding citizens.

My plan was a bit more radical.

“Hermione.” I stared at her.. “I know you think it's a good idea, but it's crazy. We'd be giving up our freedom to an institution again.” I stopped smiling for a moment. “Thats why we built the ship Freedom in the first place.”

“We don't have to.” Hermione replied. “Thats where the elves come in.” She glanced over at one. “We claim them as our legal guardians.”

“But refugees... really?” I asked her seriously. “You really think we should just... turn ourselves in?”

“As refugees, yes.” Hermione spoke softly as I did not like this idea. “The inner-core planets are rich and accept wealthy refugees from other planets readily.”

“Wealthy?” I muttered.

“We have the stone, remember?” She chided. “Unlimited gold?”

I shrugged. “What about learning from the Jedi? Isn't that why we came here in the first place?”

“We have to go to have identities, Draco.” She added. “We need the Jedi to come to us. I've been researching about them. They don't respond to civilian requests. They only respond to requests by the senate, senators, or planetary governments. They won't just see us at our whim. We have to get their attention in a positive way.”

“You mean we can't just go knock on the doors to their temple?”

“Not unless you are a senator.” Hermione said. “And we aren't senators.”

I shrugged. “How about I just go ask one to talk to them for us?” I paused. “That way we don't need to lie about being refugees and all that shit. I know you just want to go to school on some inner-core planet.” I smirked “I've seen you looking at the brochures.”

She turned red. “No, we need to be known and widely respected before the Jedi hear of us. It will make it hard for them to just make us disappear if enough people know us and respect us.”

I was surprised. “I can't believe I'd see the day, a Gryffindor being cautious.”

“I still say we go with my plan.” I shrugged. “It's a lot more fun.”

She frowned. “I'm not so sure that its a good idea, Draco.” “It's dangerous and could get us sacrificed on an alter to the Jedi gods. I've found some bad rumors about the Jedi. Stealing children, overthrowing governments, fighting off entire armies alone.”

“My way will work just as well. We know there are other groups like the Jedi now, We can contact one of them, easier.”

Hermione shook her head. “The Witches of Dothmir are said to be extremely dangerous to approach. They appear to be dark witches. There are rumors that they keep their men in work camps and only use them for breeding.” Hermione blushed at the word 'breeding'.

The witch can kill a little innocent baby and still blushes at the word 'breeding'. I shook my head. “We already know their dangerous, and we know the Jedi leaves them alone. That means the Jedi are either scared of the witches or are In league with them. The same for the Sith, They must fear them or Be secret allies.” I disagreed. “If the Jedi are on the side of good, they would have eliminated the bad. If the Sith were actually bad, they would have eliminated the Nightsisters by now.”

“We need to talk to one of these magic users like the Sith and Jedi, and the Nightsisters are the less powerful target. They offer themselves up as 'Body-guards' for wealthy people for Merlin's sake. We just offer them a bunch of gold to teach us their magic.” I rubbed my hands together. “If the Nightsisters refuse, We'll just portkey away.”

“It's too risky, Draco. My plan is at least safe.” Hermione argued.

“It will take years!” I protested.

“We have the time, Draco.” Hermione pointed to the stone sitting on one of the bookcases filling the room's walls. “We have eternity.”

I considered her words. “Okay, Hermione.” I sighed with my grin back on my face. “I guess I can do the school thing again.”

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Hermione was researching the best place on Coruscant to go to school while I got bored. I wanted to go down to the planet. I wanted to see with my own eyes what the map showed.

There seemed to be no place safe for parking on the planet unless you have credits to pay with. I didn't want to risk confounding an official to let us park in front of security droids. So instead we parked in between two of the large mirrors that kept the sun shining all day on Coruscant.

I portkeyed down to the surface into an unused restroom in one of the cheaper(still very expensive) parts of town. I walked out of the restroom with my usual swaggering walk. I was in a public bar, with plenty of people partying. There was a strange blue elephant-like creature blowing some kind of electric horn with his trunk. A round ball-like being on thin legs sang with a screeching sound. People, and I use the term 'people' loosely, were nodding along and hooting along with the song. Blue and red hologram lights flashed through the walls and ceiling, giving the room a purple glow.

I looked through the crowd through a drug dealer's eyes. A shady looking guy with two tentacles coming out of his head stood in a corner and was exchanging out small silver cylinders for credchips. I really wanted to try the drugs of the future. But I had a problem...

No credchips.

I needed to find a target to fleece for cash. I wasn't going to steal from the fellow with the drugs, I wanted to make friends with him and pick his brain for info on local and galactic drugs. You don't fuck over a drug dealer if he is your only source of drugs...

I found a target for the quick cash.

As a druggie, you gotta know how to read people. How to manipulate them. How to make them want to give you drug money. The better you are at reading people, the better you are at dealing drugs. Magical powers just made it easier.

I walked up to a man who was short and human, with balding hair and an expensive looking set of robes. He was reading on a fancy looking slim datapad. He looked like a man ready to burst. His hands shook as they clenched a glass of... something glowing green. I sat down at the table with the muggle without his permission. He instinctively looked up. I used the eye contact to push through a quick legilimens spell. Just enough to know his name and where he lived and worked.

He looked back down at his datapad and grunted. “Don't want none, go away.”.

“Hello Jon.” I said.

The man jerked as He looked up from his data pad. Our eyes made contact again and I learned a little more about him. His wife's name. His back problems. His depression.

“It's about Sindy.” I bluffed.

He glared at me suddenly. Even more eye contact. His wife was cheating on him. He wanted a divorce without losing all his money. He missed his dead mother. He missed his dead dog.

“What do you want, kid? How do you even know my name?”

Stolen novel; please report.

“I work for a certain man who deals with...” I leaned closer for more eye contact.

“Cunfudus” I cast in a whisper.

“Making certain people disappear.” I started feeding feelings into the cunfundus charm. Fear, anxiety, helplessness, A desire to flee a predator. “My boss is the owner of this place and he wants you dead. He told me he will let you leave if you leave all your credits and that datapad and go.”

The man started to blubber like a baby in the public restaurant as I made the confounded man feel like a small child, scared by a bully. “Here, take it all.” He emptied a sack of credchips on the table and pushed his datapad my way.

“Nice doing business with you.” I smiled. I was always smiling. You smile at the world, and the world smiles back.

I let the confounding charm wear away as I watched him run out of the bar's large open entrance. I shrunk the datapad as a gift for Hermione. I looked back over to where the drug-dealer stood earlier. A couple of either shining metal armored guys or shiny droids stood next to him now. I couldn't tell if they were real people or not, with all their armor and weapons.

The drug dealer shook in fear as he had his hands against the wall. The droid/men began to pat him down. I moved closer, slowly. They stated off searching through his jacket. They continued by reaching into his pants and digging around. The people around them seemed to all be looking the other way, as if they were scared too.

A few of the closest people to the armored figures started to make their way to the exit. Were they scared of the armored beings? The drug dealer certainly was. One of the figures jerked his hand out of the drug dealer's pants with a black bag in hand.

“Ah-ha!' The being yelled. The other threw it's head back and laughed. They were obviously armored people with mannerisms like that.

“You thought you could sell in reaper territory, You are going to die for this, fool.” The man holding the black bag stated.

The other armored man laughed a little more before he started to speak. “I've waited a long time for this day to come, Willard.” He chuckled as he pushed Willard to the floor. He drew a blaster pistol from his waist and pointed it at Willard's head. “Any last words?”

Willard crawled to his knees, tears streaming from his eyes. It was always strange to see grown men cry. Especially within several minutes of each other in the same bar.

I silently summoned the little black bag of silver cylinders from the armored man. I melted back into the loud crowd of partiers too drunk to notice the drama unfolding in the corner of the room.

I could still hear the conversation as I melded back into the crowd. I heard Willard cry out. “Please I have a family-” The sound of blaster fire had everyone ducking and screaming. I joined the rush of people trying to get to the exit.

Outside the doorway, was a city as far as the eye could see. Towers rose in the sky so high, that you couldn't see the bottom. Beings of every shape and size walked this way and that on a wide walkway, between buildings. Vendors loudly called out their wares as speeders shot passed not five feet from their heads.

The city of trillions was best described by one word... crowded.

I hefted the bag of drugs and smirked. Out of all that gangland nightclub murder craziness, I felt pretty good about one thing.

I got to keep the credchips and the drugs.

I kept wandering into the streets going from shop to shop and trading galleons to grateful vendors for local snacks. I bought a fruit that tasted like rare steak.

I stopped when I saw a breast-feeding mother. She was some kind of gorgeous faced blue furred beast-woman with udders like you wouldn't believe. She had her young attached to one of her breasts while a contraption sucked the milk out of the other. She was reclining on a public bench made of durasteel and had to be at least ten feet tall when standing.. For a human, she would have been considered grossly overweight. She had very wide hips and huge tits that I could imagine myself literally climbing on.

She reminded me of a big Yeti girl with curved black rams horns and a baby hanging off her titty. She wore a shabby red cloak and nothing underneath but her fur.. I could see her dainty hoofed feet were shod with durasteel shoes for walking on the hard artificial floors of the Coruscant walkways.

Stopping and cursing myself, Why was puberty kicking in now? Over a plump alien woman nursing a baby? I felt a boner begin to tent in my pants as I watched the fat alien baby suck on a nipple I wanted in my own mouth.

I'd had a kink for beast women hentai and big women in my past life, but I'd never really thought of meeting one in person before. I quickly shifted to hide my boner before anyone noticed.

I walked around a corner and flicked my wand. A notice me not charm sprung up. I quickly shifted to my animagus form. I was 12 feet tall, pale blue furred and covered in thick layers of muscle, and naked. I tested my voice to make sure I could speak passable galactic basic.

“Snap” I now had huge curving horns that jutted from my head.

“Snap.” I now possessed cloven hooves.

“Snap.” I wore a gold colored silk cloak.

I dropped the charm and walked back around the corner with a swagger to my steps. I walked over to the nursing mother and took a seat next to her. She didn't seem to notice as she looked down at her baby with a loving gaze.

“Hello.” My voice was a rumble. She startled a little at the voice so near to her. “What's a beauty like you doing in a place like this?” I waved my hand around at the rusted skyscrapers and battered walkway. Her eyes widened in fear as she saw me.

“Please don't take us back to the enclave.” She pleaded suddenly. She had a throaty human woman's voice. “I just wanted a better life for her.” She glanced down at the baby before looking back at my confused face.

My muzzle turned up at the corners, showing more than a little teeth. I made eye contact with her and tried legilimency on a nonhuman for the second time. Her eyes rolled back into her head the second mine touched hers. Her head dropped forward as her arms went limp. The baby dropped to the floor, squealing for it's milk-giver.

'People' Were starting to stare at the slumped over bare breasted blue furred alien and the squalling babe on the durasteel walkway floor. I threw up another notice me not charm on the walkway. I looked long and hard at the alien. I really wanted her.

I really really wanted her.

My Yeti instincts were yelling at me to eliminate her young and fertilize her myself. My human instincts were saying to fuck her like a madman. I had finally hit puberty... again.

I continued to stare down at the unconscious Yeti-like female. I didn't know what to do. I was often clueless, but this was a special kind of clueless. I turned back into my human form and pulled my wand out of my pocket. I picked up the baby by it's legs and examined it. It stopped crying and began to giggle as it hung upside down, staring into my eyes.

It had light blue fur, a cute little fur-less human infant's face and little budding felt-covered horns. It was about twice the size of a human baby, and wore a little cloth diaper.

I reached out with my legilimency to touch the baby's mind. It liked my treatment of it. It liked hanging upside down. It wanted more milk. She giggled again and waved her little muscled claw tipped arms about in the air.

“Maybe, you aren't so bad. You are just a simple baby.” I made a funny face at the upside-down giggling infant. “Maybe I won't kill you and fertilize your mother with my own young.” I muttered to the giggling babe.

Perhaps the adults of the species have some kind of natural resistance to mind magics, like werewolves do. Considering the mother's condition, maybe they have a weakness to it, like the Faeries. I dropped the baby back down on the floor. It immediately began crying again.

I made a conjured a rope and spelled it into a portkey to the Freedom. I then wrapped it around the little baby. I levitated the mother onto her belly, and ripped the cloak off of her. She had a fantastically round ass. Her ass and thighs wobbled in the most pleasant way as I dropped her back to the floor on her belly. I conjured thick steel manacles and cuffed the mothers hands behind her back. Spelling the manacles into a portkey, I tapped the rope with my wand and the baby vanished. I tapped the manacles with my wand next, and the mother vanished.

I apperated back to the Freedom with a crack. I appeared in the middle of my hydroponic weed garden to find a dozen elves with knives drawn. The knives looked like swords in the elves' tiny hands. They were looking at the babe and mother with hungry looks.

“No killing them. They are my prisoners.” I said with a triumphant grin. I lifted the now once again giggling Yeti baby by it's legs again and let her dangle in front of One's face. “Only I'm allowed to mess with them them.”

“Draco, whats going on?” Hermione asked from behind me. “And what are you doing with those aliens.”

I was caught red handed. I had to think of something to say. I couldn't say, “I want to turn into a Yeti and mate with the alien.” Instead what came out was “Ugh...”

“Were you going to practice sacrificing an alien for the first time?” Hermione asked with a pout. She was worried for me. We had no idea how alien souls and spirits would respond to being devoured like a humans. “And whats with the little one?” She continued.

The baby continued to giggle I started to sweat. “Yeah, I figured it's time to take the risk and sacrifice an alien.” My black little heart broke. I wanted to fuck her, not kill her. My damn hormones were starting to override my thinking. “I want to keep the little one as a pet.”

I held it up to Hermione so she could make out the little budding horns and cute drooling grin. Hermione smiled a little. “Okay, but be careful.”She looked at the huge female unconscious on the ground. “That one looks like a very dangerous alien.” She looked pointedly at the massive curved black horns and sharp clawed hands.

“Let me see that.” She took the little alien and held it in her arms like a human baby. It looked up at Hermione and barred it's little non-existent fangs in a cute little snarl. “It is fairly cute.” The baby began to tear up and cry again. Hermione conjured a large pacifier, put it to the baby's lips and rocked it back and forth. It shut up pretty quickly. Hermione apparently had a way with babies.

“What are you going to call it?” She asked. “It looks like a baby Yeti.”

“It's a girl.” I said, remembering what the mother said. 'Please don't take us back to the enclave, I just wanted a better life for her.' “I'll name her Marla.”

Hermione levitated the unconscious mother alien out of my weed garden and into the house. I followed. We went straight to the living room, where the required runes were carved into the marble floor. I set up the ritual with a growing horror. I hid it well. I was used to keeping a smile on my face, no matter how I felt inside.

I felt like I was ripping my heart out and stomping all over it. I had the biggest crush on the horned alien woman that I can ever remember having on any being, barring my old wife. Perhaps it was my newly developing hormones clouding my judgment, but I truly felt sad to sacrifice such a beautiful woman.

I'd yet to truly feel like this for anyone else as Draco Malfoy. This being was my first crush, and as I slid my ritual knife across her throat and her green blood filled the ruins carved into the ground, I wanted to cry. She was so beautiful.

Memories started filling my head. The Mardukans lived in isolated enclaves on various planets. The Coruscant Marduk enclave was located in the lower levels of the city, where crime and gangs ruled without fear of security droids or local police. She lived in district 19654991-3 with the rest of the her enclave. They were mercenaries, hired by the local gang, the Blood Riders, due to their massive size and strength.

Charl was a brood mother. She was a Mardukan born and bred for birthing young to fill their mercenary ranks, as all females were. Charl was five galactic standard years old. Her newest daughter was different, she just knew. She wasn't like her siblings that came before her. Her newest daughter was special.

So she escaped, taking her daughter with her.

Life was hard in the Mardukan enclave. There was plenty of food to eat. Being the top mercenaries in district 19654991-3 paid off well enough to feed the enclave. There was plenty of entertainment if you liked watching Mardukans pull the limbs off sentient beings and eat them alive. Life was short and cheap in the lower levels of Coruscant, a city of trillions.

Charl was ignorant of the outside world, and met me within hours of hiding in the cargo section of a bulk food hauling speeder to escape the lower levels. All she knew was the enclave. All she knew was the violent stories the males told each other of their recent kills or the losses of fellow Mardukans.

I cried.

Hermione held me as I told her of Charl's life and her fellow Mardukan females. “They rape them daily Hermione. They lock them in cages at night and feed them other aliens.” I gave her the highlights. “The Mardukans are cannibals and mercenaries hired to kill and eat other gang-members and their families.”

She was shocked to learn that Marla was only a week old and would be fully mature in three months. “They grow fast and breed even faster. Charl was pregnant with another Mardukan baby when I sacrificed her.”

“What a horrible place the lower levels must be.” Hermione had tears in her eyes as my own dried up. “I can't imagine such brutality in such an advanced culture.”

I felt a new fire in me. “Fuck the Jedi, Hermione.” I whispered. “They base themselves in this city-planet and do nothing about the vicious alien and human muggle gangs that roam free in the lower levels. Millions are murdered every year down there, Hermione. No wizards of light would allow such actions. It is easily within the countless thousands of Jedi's power to stop such atrocities. We can't trust them Hermione.”

Feeling sick and humiliated at my own callousness, I felt like my eyes were opened. Charl's memories had changed me. I knew what it was like to be raped again and again, even by my own father. I knew what it was like to feast on your own weak child or be eaten in turn for showing weakness. I knew what it was like to live in utter fear.

I had not felt such fear living under Voldemort's thumb as Charl did every day. Even Voldemort was less cruel to the Muggles than these aliens in the lower levels of the city were to themselves. It was a lawless zone that stretched through the entire planet.

I wanted to change the world, but I couldn't. Not now. Not as ignorant and outnumbered as I was. But I had eternity with the stone. I could change it with time. I could change the whole Galaxy with enough time. I learned through Charl's memories of a couple of other enclaves of Mardukans. Nar Shadda and Taris came to mind. Their original home-world was destroyed in the nearby sun's fire. Two clans had been at war, and the losing side decided to destroy them both rather than lose the war and shot a anti-fission/fusion bomb into their sun, causing a supernova.

The few surviving Mardukans had only managed to find mates in the largest of cities, and began the first Mardukan enclaves. I searched for Mardukans on the holo-net.

They had spread throughout the galaxy. Into the deep core and even Hutt space.

I felt Charl's shame.

I felt my own shame.

Some people were worth sparing out of mercy. I no longer wanted to see innocents suffer as Charl had. I felt drained and weary after a holo-net search and finding countless species like the Mardukans. Apparently there were even worse species out there.

Like humans.