Chapter 6: The Force

As an Isekai Protagonist, I need to decide how hard and fast I wanna fuck Canon in the ass. Sorry, I mean ‘Destiny’. Because that’s effectively what I’m gonna be doing, only a matter of sooner or later, where and when.

Realistically, every action I take should have a massive butterfly effect. But not to mention the Force itself, there are actual people like Palpatine who will go out of their way to make sure that things go a certain way. Even if I flap my metaphysical wings, Fate won’t have an aneurysm immediately.

For example, even though I took a ride with Jango Fett, it most likely won’t have any effect on his very near future decisions and opportunities. If I remember correctly, Count Dooku has some apprentice that got like… Kidnapped by crazy drug-addled cultists? Something about getting tortured into becoming one of them and falling to the Dark Side in the process. She’s an embarrassment to Dooku, so he hires Bounty Hunters to assassinate the unlucky girl.

Yeah, the Star Wars Universe is pretty fucked in general. But it’s also beautiful and amazing. I was born on a living planet. Born with the ability to manipulate and create life on a whim, or at least with a lot of training and experimentation.

I definitely don’t regret being reborn in such an awesome setting. Especially with such an overpowered ‘Race’ like the Langhesi. Relatively speaking, the Yuuzhan Vong also have a lot of cool biotech abilities, but they’re religious fanatics and super rigid. I would 100% end up being considered a Heretic and get myself killed before I had a chance to grow. Plus, they’re not connected to the Force, which is a huge weakness.

The Force is honestly amazing. Nearly omnipotent, omnipresent and omniscient. Without the Force, I never would have been able to accomplish everything I have. A normal Langeshi Forger isn’t so ridiculous, or they wouldn’t get enslaved and have to become refugees.

“There is no emotion, there is peace.” A soft, feminine voice echoed across the Galaxy and reached my ears. I looked over towards the countless stars, waving my hands to blow them out of the way. A path opened up, like a yellow brick road, but made of purple flesh. A carpet of Zerg Creep through the stars.

“There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.” That girl’s voice was cute. Made me curious. What did she look like?

“There is no passion, there is serenity.” Everytime she spoke, I took another step forward down the astral road. I could feel my mind getting farther away from my body, probably not a good sign. But I’ve always been a little reckless when it comes to metaphysical bullshit.

“There is no chaos, there is harmony.” Almost there…

“There is no death, there is the Force.” I can see the big blue star now!

“Master, I think I sense a disturbance in the Force?” As she spoke, I got close enough to see her face! Blue skin, like my mother, gray lips, pale blue eyes, nubs instead of ears… And a bald head with a thick tendril coming out of each side. A Twi’lek, Rutian specifically.

“Master?” She looked around in confusion, kneeling on some soft white sand. I could see some peaceful blue waves splashing against the beach to her right. Was she on an island of some sort?

“Hi.” I raised my hand and greeted the girl as I stood on the pulsating purple Creep carpet.

“Hello…” The Jedi was wearing a simple white tunic and pants. They seemed extremely clean and spotless at first glance. But I did notice a few blood stains and frayed edges. In her bright blue eyes, I could sense a hint of fear.

“Am I really that scary?” I looked down at my right hand and noticed that my skin was still red. No, it wasn’t red. Only my hands were red and they were both drenched in fresh blood. My forearms looked pale and hairy, veiny, with familiar moles here and there. I guess I still see myself as a human, huh?

“Who are you?” The girl tried not to look below my waist, focusing on my eyes instead. I wonder what she sees in them?

“Amon Kal.” I smiled, hiding my teeth. Even if I made them perfect in reality, they still feel ‘wrong’ here.

“Amon…” She pursed her grayish lips and asked, “Are you a Jedi from the Main Temple on Coruscant?”

“In other words, you’re not a Jedi from the Main Temple on Coruscant?” I guess it’s not that strange. There were actually quite a few wandering Jedi out there, including famous Masters like Fay. I remember her because she was basically a hot elf-looking ‘near-human’ that was pretty popular for obvious reasons.

She stood up from her kneeling position and took the simple gray hilt off her left hip calmly. But then she ignited the blue blade and glared at me, “You’re not a Jedi!”

“Careful Young Padawan, anger leads to the Dark Side.” I smirked and took a step onto the soft white sand, but then I quickly pulled back. It was too damn hot!

“What are you?” She was still on guard, but she stopped glaring and seemed to calm down a bit. Scanning my naked body quickly, her eyes returned to mine.

“Just a Wanderer from Afar.” I mean, I really am Xel’naga in that sense.

“Master, we’ve arrived!” Izsha shouted from the distance behind me.

“Master?” The pretty Jedi frowned.

“My apprentice is telling me to wake up, so I gotta go.” I chuckled and waved goodbye as the Creep carpet pulled me backwards rapidly, “See you next time, mysterious Padawan!”

“Wait! Come back here!” Unfortunately I didn’t catch her name, but that’s fine. She’s not Aayla Secura, so the odds of her being an important character in the plot are pretty low. I’d be surprised if she survived until the Clone Wars. It’s probably better if I don’t get too attached.

“It’s a shame though. She was really cute.” I looked back and saw her standing on the edge of the beach with the lightsaber still drawn. A moment later, the whole area transformed back into a blazing blue star. Then it got farther and farther away, until it was only a sparkling dot in the distance.

I turned back towards the big red ball of fire at the end of this Creep highway. I took a few steps forward and it was right in front of me, quickly transforming into a cute little black drone with glowing red eyes. She clicked her mandibles and sucked the drool back into her toothy maw, licking her fang with a few big pink tentacle tongues.

“Master, I was concerned.” She spoke normally in this meditative dreamworld. Something I didn’t really design her to be capable of in reality.

“So we’re finally here?” I looked up and so did she. Above us was a pretty tan and dark-red planet. There were a few tiny white clouds in the atmosphere, but they were negligible compared to the size of the entire world. The big sections of orangish-tan were deserts, while the dark red elevated areas were craggy mountains. It actually looked a lot like huge continents of craggy mountains separated by seas of sand.

“I sense danger.” Izsha pointed with her claw and drew my attention to a small squadron of starfighters. Only about three of them, but the Slave-1 wasn’t a particularly huge ship either. Jango bragged about stealing this Firespray-31-Class Patrol and attack craft from the prison moon Oovo 4.

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“We’ll be fine. Even if Anakin Skywalker was in one of those junky fighters, he wouldn’t be able to deal with the Slave-1 piloted by Jango Fett.” I ignored the T-shaped green and red helmet looking ship that was easily blasting apart the tiny fighters, while avoiding a few proton torpedoes. Turning my attention back towards the planet below.

“I can’t see him.” Izsha commented softly in a cuter voice than before. Higher pitched, more feminine, almost childish though. She’s working on her preferred voice. Understandable, she’s only a few days old.

“The Force is hiding him.” I pointed towards a small dot down below, that was briefly covered by a huge cargo ship. Once the fighters were dealt with though, we started getting closer to Tatooine’s atmosphere.

“Mos Espa or Mos Eisley?” She guessed, since those were the only two big cities on the entire planet. The two cities had large starports and covered a massive area, hence why they were so easily visible from space.

“Mos Espa is where the Chosen One lives. But whether he’s actually there right now, I’m not sure. What if the Force is actively protecting him from us?” I scratched the back of my head and my metaphorical bloody hands made my imaginary hair all sticky…

“Unfortunate.” Izsha looked over towards the orangish ocean of sand, “His Essence would be useful.”

“Maybe.” I shrugged and also turned towards the Dune Seas, “Honestly, rather than Anakin, my real purpose for coming here is that it would make a great place to start growing our Swarm. There are at least three different creatures that I’d love to take apart… And that’s not even including the Hutts.”

There were at least two Hutts on this planet at this time. Probably more. Unfortunately it’s a massive taboo to kill a Hutt. Unless you’re also a Hutt or get hired by one to kill the other. It’s a little too early to deal with all that bullshit.

*Tshh~!* I opened my eyes when I heard the door to our little cabin open. I was floating above the bed with my armored legs crossed. Midnight was sitting upright next on Izsha’s back plates, glaring at the intruder. She was floating above the bed next to me.

“We’re about to land.” The sexy Mandalorian girl was wearing her red and gray armor, including the helmet. The two of them barely took their gear off the past few days. Partially because they were afraid of me, but also because shit happens, all the time. Don’t wanna have to waste time putting on your suit when there’s an emergency.

“I know.” I stretched my arms and back, then stood on the bed lightly. The artificial gravity slowly taking its hold on me once again. The ship shook and she grabbed the side of the doorway. “Looks like we’re breaking through the atmosphere now.”

“You figure that out with your fancy Jedi tricks?” She turned her head slightly towards Midnight and asked, “You sure you want to take the cat with you?”

“If you want one, I can make a new one.” I snickered and ran my clawed right hand down Middy’s back, which he arched and stuck his tail up in the air.

“I want one, but not for five thousand Credits.” Vhonte shook her helmet-covered head and sighed, “Besides, I’ll never know if you’ll be using him to spy on me.”

“If I wanna spy on you, I can just use the Force.” I smirked, looking up and down her armored body, “Kinda takes a lot of the fun outta voyeurism when it’s so easy though.”

“Yet another reason to hate the Jedi.” She snorted and laughed, “So five hundred Credits for a baby cat?”

“Sure.” I shrugged, “What color do you want? What kinda fur? Eye color?”

“I like red, can you do that? Not orange, but red-red. Like my hair and armor. The eyes… Green like mine, I guess.” She looked at Midnight again, “I like the fur length on yours.”

“Male or female? Or genderless?” I looked at the shed hair on my right hand, then excreted some crimson goop from my other palm. Pressing them together, I felt around using the Force. I keep lots of gene samples for future reference, but when it comes to making kittens, I can always use Midnight’s ‘Essence’.

“Is there a big difference?” As she asked that, the red blob was already taking the shape of a small semi-transparent womb. Inside was a rapidly growing embryo.

“Male cats are usually a lot more affectionate and social, but realistically, it varies from cat to cat. Look at Midnight. He’s more like a girl cat in terms of personality. Because I designed him that way.” I was basing him on the cat from my memories after all, “So would you rather have a cuddly and loving cat, or an absolute menace?”

“Cuddly. And… Male. Will he be able to breed?”

“If you want him to… I can make him infertile if you’d prefer.” I really didn’t give a fuck about the potential ecological disasters that might be caused by my ‘pets’ breeding, but I usually made them infertile. My Mom was the one taking the commissions and selling the pets back then, so I basically just did whatever she wanted. She would sell infertile puppies and kittens for about 3 to 5 thousand Credits, while the fertile ones would be over 10k. But she wanted me to give them really low fertility and make it so that their windows of fertility were super low.

“What good is being fertile if there aren’t other cats around? Or can he breed with Tookas and other kinds of feline creatures?” She took a step closer and even removed her helmet to watch the rapidly growing kitty fetus inside the floating womb.

“Vhonte, I can make it possible for him to get you pregnant and make cute Zygerrian babies together.” I raised an eyebrow, “Now that I think about it, why did I bother making an artificial womb when I could’ve just used yours for this?”

“Amon, you really have to work on your flirting skills.” She glared up at me with her pretty green eyes and then turned back towards the almost fully-formed kitten, “Just make him able to breed with other kinds of cats. Not Zygerrians and Togorians.”

“Togorians… Aren’t they the tiger and lion people?” I honestly never knew they existed before I was reborn, but there were a fuck load of random Species across the Galaxy. I’ve found a lot of them on the Holonet that I really wanna find and research, but there are still a lot that are totally obscure.

“Maybe. How big will it grow?” Vhonte pointed at Midnight, “Is he an adult?”

“Yep. They reach maturity pretty fast even if I’m not speeding things up.” I looked over at Middy who ‘meowed’ and then back towards the tiny womb that was starting to get stretched out. The fetus inside was basically a fully formed kitten, but I pushed things a little farther just to be on the safe side. It wouldn’t need a mother to nurse from, since it was already past that stage of development.

*Thump~!* The ship shook as we landed, but the Mandalorian barely moved. I put some finishing touches on the kitty and then the womb burst like a balloon! Splashing amniotic fluid all over the two of us.

“E chu tah!” She cursed loudly and spat the slimy goop onto the floor, “You did that on purpose!”

“Sorry, zoned out for a second there.” I snickered and held the discombobulated blood-red kitten on my right palm, while I used my left hand to suck up all the juices that splashed around. They absorbed back into my purple carapace. No point wasting biomass or ‘moisture’.

“Sure you did.” She put her helmet back on, took the mewling kitten from my palm and asked, “How do you want me to pay you? Digital or physical Credits?”

“Just take care of our baby.” I leaned down and kissed his adorable fluffy red forehead, “Be a good boy and take care of your Mommy.”

“Wait a second…” She watched me grab the vine-green hand of the heavy Zonamian suitcase, “You son of a Rancor!”

“Oh yeah, Rancors! Almost forgot they existed on Tatooine! Thanks for reminding me!” I grabbed the silver case of Peggats with my left hand and followed Izsha out of the room quickly.

“Amon!” She tried to follow me down the hallway, but the kitten just happened to jump onto her visor and block her vision. She couldn’t just rip the baby boy off her helmet, so she had to carefully remove him with those fancy Mandalorian gloves on.

“I gave him a similar digestive system to you, so you can just feed him whatever you can eat for the most part!” I shouted back towards the girl as I reached the end of the hall, which led to a small cargo bay/prison. There were several cells on the left side of the room where various men and women were being held. Including a green Rodian, uh, Jakoli? He was a Bounty Hunter, but most Bounty Hunters also have Bounties.

*Tssshhhh~! Eennng~!* The noise from the ramp opening up and lowering was pretty loud. Middy was definitely scared and annoyed. But he stayed perched on Izsha’s back instead of jumping off.

“Oh yeah, that’s hot.” I felt the temperature shift instantly. The heat blasted up into my face from the dusty, dry and cracked ground outside.

“Maaaou~!” Midnight was very unhappy the moment the hot suns beat down on his pretty black fur. He couldn’t see anything, just flicked his ears and closed his eyes while crying loudly.

“Yeah, this is it! This is what I’ve been looking forward to! Hahahah~!” I spread my arms wide and took in the scorching sunlight! My carapace absorbed the sunlight and converted it into energy quickly!

“It feels really good, Master!” Izsha was also excited and happy to feel the sun on her purple webbing and black carapace. This is the first time we were irradiated by sunlight since we left Zonama Sekot. But even back then it wasn’t this strong. Not even close.

“Maaaou~!” Midnight cried again, reminding me that he was annoyed and uncomfortable.

“Do you wanna go back in the cocoon again?” I suggested and he immediately shut up. The little shit wasn’t telepathic, but he seemed like it sometimes. Maybe it was the Force? Or maybe I just made him a little smarter than I originally intended. Not really sure.

“Hey! Watch out!” Someone shouted from nearby. I looked over and saw a human on a speeder bike weaving through the ships, people and cargo. Behind him was a green-skinned Twi’lek guy on a similar looking hover bike thing. But he quickly crashed into a shipping crate that landed in front of him!

*Boom~!* Fucking exploded in a big fireball and pieces of shrapnel shot everywhere!

“Aaaah~!”

“My leg~!”

“Mama!”

“E chutah!”

Men, women and children were screaming in agony. While some Droids were beeping and making noise as well.

“Welcome to Mos Espa, Kid.” Jango chuckled as he patted me on the left shoulder with his armored hand, “If you change your mind, I’ll be here for a few days.”

“It’s been fun, but I’m good.” I turned to the slightly shorter dude and hugged him tightly, “Thanks for the ride, Jango. Try not to get yourself killed. You’re the first friend I’ve made since leaving home.”

“We’re not friends.” He pushed me away and complained, “I’m more worried that you’ll really try to kidnap a Hutt.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be careful.” I looked over to the red-armored Mandalorian with the adorable blood-red kitten on her left shoulder, “And you be careful too, Vhonte. I’m worried you’ll get our son killed.”

She drew the blaster on her hip and aimed it at my unprotected face, but didn’t pull the trigger. In the end she sighed and holstered the gun on her hip again, “Good luck, Amon. You’re definitely going to need it.”

“May the Force be with you…” I waved and slowly walked backwards, but they just kept walking towards me, “Uh… We’re going in the same direction, aren’t we?”

“Unless you’re headed out into the desert.” Vhonte chuckled and walked past me. Then the Jango pressed a button on his wrist to close the ramp, before walking past me as well.

“Master, can we collect that unused biomass?” Izsha drew my attention and pointed to the mangled green corpse of what looked like a Gammorean, but it was hard to be sure.

I looked around at the chaotic situation and shrugged, “I don’t see why not?”