Planet Empress Teta, Pef Empire
Centerpoint Station.
Traveling on board a 350 kilometers long ship takes a bit of work, as many things in the star system you want to teleport into are bound to be intersected at arrival, such as ships, or asteroids or space mines.
Also, re-establishing the Avatar bond took some work, as I had to reconnect all three kyber crystals to their partitions, and posses my Avatar with essence transfer.
And that's with a willing receiver. If Peffy had been reluctant, he would have been able to resist me, no problem.
Yeah, my creation is stronger than me now.
And he can use the new type of Force, the Will.
Not competently, but at least at 1st duan. Which is like a black belt, or something.
Not bad actually. Just with this new ability and he can trump everyone at Knight level. The Will does, not the Avatar.
Huh, it's confusing, but the user is not actually in control. His body just moves. Almost perfect timing, accuracy, strength...
You set an objective, and the Will does the rest, using everything the Avatar knows or is capable of. Cheating eh?
A mere human, and blind, can beat a Grandmaster in a duel. Well, in a spar.
A real fight will have me bring out a wide area effect weapon, and disintegrate everything.
But for assassins and paladins, this will be a great ability. They just need to learn the new force. In the Kyber Temple.
Damn, I'll have to go to Vanquo and bring a force-nexus planet.
"How do you even control this moon, my head is spinning just looking around at all these devices..." Wialu asked, leaning on my droid's chassis.
"No idea. It's my inborn power. How do you digest food?" I asked rhetorically.
"Whatever. So, you're gonna make some changes around here, bring new planets, move stars, or what?" My adored Voice asked with some impatience.
"Of course my love. You start draining the Darker thing, but be careful not to kill it. Just learn half of the abilities. You can polish them yourself, but I don't want an entire race's hatred being sent to the Netherworld and influencing the Force. I'll send the snare into a sun, like I did with Andeddu. Should keep for a billion years at least."
"Or it will collapse the sun into a black hole, and make a new factory for you" Wialu said wisely. Huh, she knew me so well already.
"Exactly. Now, I'm thinking to bring that Endor Gate black hole around here, so the Deep Core can produce spaceships as well.
Maybe at Symbia system or Kuar?" I asked, calculating transit times. About the same.
"Kuar would be better. And get rid of those Combat arachnid . They broke like a million droids already." Wialu muttered in my neck. Sure, why not? I could make impact plates for paladins armor from them. Use a durable insect carapace to make carapace armor.
"Okay, now for Teta, I'll bring Fest , then Despayre , the Odik II and lastly Prakith . Should give the system plenty resources to work with, and more room to spread. I still sense some 280 billions down on the planet." I said, a bit disappointed. Emptying a hive world was taking too long.
"And isolate Byss, without S threads to link it to the Core. How can anyone reach it then?" My Voice asked, with her pretty brows furrowed.
"By teleport, of course. That place is dangerous most beloved Voice. For every maid, and maybe even my Avatar. And when I'm done with it, it will be a thousand times worse. But that's for the future, if we get to see it. For now, commerce and growth. And every planet charted. I'll see about moving a few stars around and make some new hyper lanes. That blackhole from Endor is a bit small, so I can chuck a dozen stars into it, you know...for more productivity" I explained gently.
"Only you Pef. Crushing stars to make elbow room.'" Wialu whispers with a slight chuckle.
What? Waste not. It was only logical.
"Well, then. Peffy is hard at work with the Teta Regent. Poor girl married the Teta Duke for money. And now she will have enough, and love too. She seems happy enough..."
"Of course she is. You did a great job with him. And my own girls in the garden adore him too. Now, how much credits can you spare, this expansion will cost a lot." Wialu said more sternly.
"Up to 30 quadrillions, same as Corellia. And I'll take the Krach prince. Miss Serra Kato needs to learn how to rule. And the first rule of an effective ruler. Use your people to what they can do the best...." I whispered in her ear, them petted her firm bottom last time.
"Have Zero teach her the drain. It will seem more natural and easy to digest, than from a crazy droid who rivals the Celestials" My Voice replied in a motherly tone, then vanished along with the Darker snare.
How...still can't sense her. Damn Witch...
'Love you too' she sent amused, and already on her ship.
Moon Ruul, Srilour system, Pef Empire
Refuge resort
18 BBY
Fay looked over the remainder of the Order and felt...regret.
She didn't want be a Grandmaster, for kriff sakes!
Even if she was the oldest, and strongest and...
Who else though? Zero was something else now. T'ra Saa had left in secret to learn from Grandmaster Ood Bnar on Corellia.
Master Zao was...lost in the force. Not even coherent anymore. Almost like the Force itself was speaking through him, in riddles.
And the male Jedi that remained, were preparing to finish the job at Kuat. Palpatine was spending half his Empire's budget on rebuilding and expanding those shipyards, and already making thousands of ships every month.
Most likely, they will all die, to delay the inevitable. Brave padawans and knights, training every day with their stupid swords. Not lightsabers anymore, not unless they left the Pef Empire's refuge.
Tholme and Lanius Qel-Bertuk were the obvious choices, and also the worst. One a militant, the other a pacifist. Master Altis wanted to become a droid, like Pef.
If only Master Yoda...
That slimy droid! Of course he would know where Yoda went.
Pef was teleporting black holes to make ship factories somewhere in the Deep Core. Damn him and his Gray Paladins!
No, the only real choice was herself or Master Shaak Ti. And that Togruta...
She was smart, but...sigh. Still attached to a flashlight. Once the kid gave her that holocron he made, it was all too simple.
Plasma blades? The crystal is the heart of the saber? Hogwash. She could fight them all the Jedi here, at once, and not even have to heal a burn anymore. If they had lightsabers, that is.
Morons! All of them.
Master Bnar had stayed in front of a supernova! And lived.
And that Pef droid had predicted the Clone Wars and their outcome to the second. He was the winner, not Palpatine.
He used the Sith plots to get himself rich beyond belief, and built up an army and fleet large enough to conquer the galaxy.
And he just played at faking a Celestial, with new starsystems formed at whim, and passing decrees about interdicting bioweapons. And then enforcing them through sheer terror.
Ripping souls and torturing them, in public. And the people loved him for it!
And even now, he was just playing. Dozens of extragalactic invasions, as Master Altis said.
'Eh, I'll build ships and troops and make them die screaming, no problem...'
He kept a few jedi safe, just for...whatever reason. To snub Palpatine most likely.
And that garden of his...it was just a harem for his kid. A hundred pretty girls, in a sea of flowers. Already a few Jedi had, gave in, to his Avatar's prowess.
How could they not? The kid could fly, and teleport and was immune to any ability.
Not to mention good looking and gentle and...
"Enough! Forget about those stupid swords. Gather round" she exclaimed after amplifying her voice.
"Master Fay, what's going on?" a kid about 16 asked curious, still holding that cortosis blade. Dozens then a hundred, then two hundred Jedi gathered in front of her, expecting some revelation.
"We are the last Jedi! We will not disappear from history, in a suicide attack on some shipyard. We have a base here and protection. We will endure and rebuild. And that means no more swords, or lightsabers! This Pef Empire won't lift a finger to help the millions of planets that Palpatine rules.
They are content with expanding into Outer Rim and Wild Space, and will do so for decades. It is only us who can effect change. And not with swords! We will go and start a resistance movement in this Galactic Empire. And when a million worlds joins us, the Sith will fall. Not one sabotage, but a billion! Hearts and minds, not swords.
Now, the Masters will stay so we can plan our Rebellion. The rest of you, practice persuasion and force cloak. We will be invisible, and everywhere." Fay proclaimed, and the Force was with her.
She could sense it. This was the right way. Make the Galactic Empire shatter from within, not conquered with droids.
Not that Emperor Pef even considered that. 'Sorry Miss Fay, but my citizens had enough war for a decade. And with the Sith Empire having popular support, I would need a droid for every sentient in there. Not possible, without a quadrillion deaths. I prefer to save lives, not sacrifice them.' The slimy droid said, like he was some god, deciding the fate of the galaxy with his fleets and droids.
At least she would have a base, and enough money to arm a trillion soldiers. That should be enough.
She still had a million changelings loyal to her, and promise for a quadrillion credits, as cultural aid from the Pef Empire. Exactly the same as he gave to Palpatine, to keep things fair.
The Iron Knights were masters at slicing and electronic warfare, the changelings at infiltration and sabotage. The Altisians could upload themselves on computer networks.
With personal cloaking devices, and those Orion corvettes to move unseen, and enough credits to start a thousand megacorporations and shift production where ever she needed...only a fool could fail.
And she hoped she wasn't a fool. The Jedi will win again.
The Force was with her.
Planet Mimban, Gand system, Pef Empire
Temple of Pomojema
Of course I moved the entire planet close by, I wasn't gonna jump around half the galaxy to some forgotten planet, everytime I needed a fresh scan of the galaxy.
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That would be silly. Right?
I brought Yanibar, the Zeison Sha's planet, home as well. Those people deserved to be protected and cared for, and have their cities paved with...plasteel.
Can't devalue gold and aurodium that much, plus plasteel is a metamaterial, returning to its shape after being stepped on.
They already have a great mix of genes and cultures, I'll just import a dozen more species that can safely breed with humans, and about 10 million nice healthy humans, 8 millions of them women, of which 1 million are miraluka and a 1 million zeltrons, to create an adequate atmosphere.
I may not have the skill to create super hybrids yet, but nature and the Force can do it for me.
In 20 years, there will be a happy community here, maybe 100 millions, and half of them with force-sensitivity.
In 40 years, they will be 1 billion, and all force-users.
Peffy is already down on Yanibar, doing his part to spread the happiness, two or three women at a time.
Planet Alpheridies, the miraluka homeworld, and Hijarna a former Rakata planet, make up the rest of the new Gand star system, along with hundreds of rich asteroids. One of them is Borgo Prime, an asteroid hollowed out and used by the Rakata.
"Let me try the crystal too, oh lover of mine" Wialu demanded next to me.
"Right away, Mistress. Go slowly though, it's a rush." I said softly, and opened my droid's chest.
"Errr. You have a whole machine in here! Must be a hundred different crystals!" my Voice exclaimed in surprise.
Hey, I collect stuff...and only a couple were any practical use.
"The big sparkly one, underneath. That's the Kaiburr crystal. The rest are just...extra skills." I said, faking a shrug.
She poked the crystal with a finger tip and began burning brightly in the Force, a thousand times stronger.
And then I waited, and waited...
"This thing is such a cheat. Who was stupid enough to chip bits out of it? Don't tell me...Jedi crystals. Those idiots!" Wialu exclaimed with righteous anger.
The very temple trembled and groaned with her words. Let's not distort the force with emotions though.
"Shhhhh. Think of love and happiness my dear. Only love matters, the rest...just decoration." I whispered in her ear, and held her gently.
"Kriff, you're right. This was wonderful, and very illuminating, but I think I'll go check on my people. I miss them all." she replied with a pulse of adoration, so strong that flowers bloomed behind me. If I was organic, I'd be melting in a pool of liquid love right now.
"Okay Wialu. Snap out of it. Go tire yourself with my Avatar. You seem to need it" I said sternly, then picked her hand out of my chest.
"Right...I need more love in my life..." Wialu said dreamly, then flew away in a daze.
Huh. Make a note, even grandmasters get overwhelmed with a thousand times more force-connection.
Restrict use of the crystals to only grandmasters. And short exposure times.
Kriff. I felt fine, and I'd been here for a month, making ships and terraforming planets and building shipyards and cities...
And Wialu was reduced to a baby making machine in less than an hour.
Oh well. Her kids will be amazing.
And now I knew, how to 'convince' those pretty Jedi Masters to show Peffy more affection.
We'll start with Miss Zero, tomorrow. She looked about 25 now, and was most possibly a 100 year old virgin.
And also redirect a billion or so Teta colonists to Alpheridies. The miraluka were only about 300 million, of which one million was 'detached to new cosmetic factories' on Yanibar, while another million went to bulk up the Grey Paladins.
Only volunteers, of course. I wasn't about to cause resentment for no reason. And the Zeison Sha on Yanibar seemed happy with the five wives rule, since their new families will all include the desperate refugees from Zeltros, who needed a warm home to make them forget the oppression...
Whatever, those homes will be a full on party for years, with pheromones binding them together in love and happiness.
Hmmm. I should 'rescue' more poor starving girls for the other planets in the system. They do work wonders on the population growth rate.
With a dozen such beauties in the Zero garden, only the jedi masters were still resisting, and barely.
Sadly, their empathy and pheromone abilities are not force-sensitivity. Only those few in the garden were found to have a tiny force-connection. The others seem to be a natural gift, like all the other near-human species beside the miraluka.
And speaking of them.
"Jerec, the man who murdered your father, is a great evil. He searches for the location of a sacred place, the Valley of the Jedi."
Qu Rahn
Well mister Jerec , Jedi Master turned evil, also known as Darth Jareth, now that Palpatine lost his 7th apprentice on a raid to root out Jedi agitators on Brentaal.
I have a plan for you, mister Jerec, Lord of the Sith.
It involves a little green man, with a tiny green sword. On a tiny green jungle world, named Dagobah.
He feels lonely and forgotten, in that cave of his. Why don't you 'find' him. Maybe recover some holocrons?
That tiny crevasse does contain a Jedi, so 'in a certain kind of way' it also is a valley of Jedi. Yeah, that will work.
Show me who is stronger! More adept with a saber and force duels.
Adventure!
And meanwhile, let's spy on little Luke and Leia, sharing a nanny droid with little Ani, Kenobi's kid.
Not my fault, those names. Truly, it was a surprise for me as well.
Planet Gand, Pef Empire
Zero Garden.
18 BBY, 8 months later
My first batch of kids are being born, a few right now...
I got a bit used to the emotion I feel from my wives.
A hundred wives, from 50 planets. Dhatomir and Atoa and Alpheridies make up about half of wives' origin planets, the rest are more diverse.
But seeing my Jedi wives pregnant is amazing anyway.
"You look radiant my love. And having babies of your own solves a big problem that the old order had." I said softly, while massaging Zero's back.
"And what problem is that, oh wise guy?" she replied with slight pain in her voice.
"Sending your own kid out there, unprepared and untrained, is not so easy. I am certain even a former Master will want her kid educated and trained and armored, before sending him to fight a division by himself" I explained gently, switching to light healing now.
"I am training them, you moron. The Council said I was too harsh. That it was too much, and unnecessary. Stupid hacks. Where are they now, eh? The lucky ones got a funeral pyre..." she muttered, now relaxing herself and leaning on me.
"Well...I have some info about Master Yoda. Seems he was ambushed by Darth Jareth on Dagobah" I said in a flat voice, as her body tensed again.
"And..." she asked a bit nervous.
"And they talked, and then fought, and talked some more. Then the little guy vanished in some cave, and the dark one climbed into his shuttle, and died on take off. Seems the engine exploded or something..." I related with some amusement.
"Right...that makes what, 8 Sith apprentices you've killed?"
"Errr. I think Master Shaak Ti killed Dooku. Too bad she didn't like your garden, dear teacher" I whispered in her ear, as I lifted her in my arms, and took her to lay in the sun.
"Her kids would be amazing...I hear she still uses a lightsaber...she was spotted on Thyferra, buying bacta" Zero muttered in pain again, as I changed back to dark healing.
"Well, as it happens, I do own 4 companies making bacta there. And restriction on force weapons only apply inside Pef space. We even give 10 % off the price, for humanitarian reasons." I told her truthfully.
Jedi were kinda endangered species now. Only about 100 were left.
Although rebellions did sprung up a lot more, and reprisals followed them swiftly. A thousand cities were bombarded from orbit.
After the second time an entire planet, was rescued from a bioweapon, and the perpetrators punished publicly, the Sith reverted to more elegant weapons, like turbolasers, to quell uprisings.
The Corellian Accords had expanded to include all currently known polities in the galaxy, banning the release of bioweapons, except against extragalactic invaders. The Pef Emperor had offered himself as a guarantor of these Accords, and promised to intervene as necessary to prevent plagues and punish corporations or individuals responsible.
And with 70 thousand worlds and a billion star systems claimed, our voice had almost the same weight as the Galactic Empire or the Hutt Council . Other polities like Hapes or Senex and even Bothan agreed just for the fear they will be next.
The Hutts required 'financial compensations for losing negotiation powers' which was fair enough.
Bespin and Mandalore, as well as the Centrality and the Commonality were ruled by me thorough personal union or other means, so I voted for them as it was natural. Not that Satine wanted to use bioweapons anyway. I asked.
While Calamari, Corellia and the Atrisians were also considered winners of the Clone Wars, and thus their vote came with strings for more ships.
Which was fine. 100 Meteors I and 100 Hammers should keep them safe, while we already had 7 thousand Meteors II and 12 thousand Hammers.
The Galactic Empire had almost recovered financially, and had begun exploiting the systems in the west frantic for more resources. Roxuli system and nearby planets began being mined furiously, almost as soon as Pef Empire reached Adumar and Esfandia .
And Solanus got a new toy to play with, a Teezl found still alive near the Corporate sector.
Coupled with a holonet emitter and a few amplifying crystals, now Solanus can access the spy satellite network directly, and even jamm communications or holonet frequencies we don't approve.
And obviously, reach any holonet receiver in the galaxy. Even through nebulas and other hazards.
Let's hope a brave adventurer won't manage to destroy the last Teezel this time.
And sadly, Pef had to go on an adventure again, and vanquish a demon....
Well, nothing so dramatic.
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Attahox system, Pef Empire
same time, but bigger problems
I followed some vague memories, and some fresh force visions, and reached the asteroid field near Attahox, where a group of nice people called the Five capture smugglers or demons and torture them for eternity.
I brought the souls of those with bioweapons sins with me, to make a trade and a deal.
Now, how do I enter this pocket dimension? Knock, knock...
Maybe it's the thousands of Hammers that came with me. Nobody wants to be seen as a nail, I think.
'Go back to the planet Admiral. The inmates only accept one ship at a time it seems. '
Now, just one Meteor, is not so scary is it guys?
Sigh. Probably too big to enter. Okay then. I'll take a Silencer and go through the Hellhoop again.
And voila! Multidimensional vortex, and new dimension. Just an hollowed out asteroid. With tractor beams, to bring captured ships closer.
'Heeelllooo, it this the Five secret hideout?' I yelled on the subspace transmitter.
Classic Jar Jar, I know. But couldn't help myself.
'Not so secret anymore, Emperor Pef. Please dock and show us what you have brought us.' a nice woman said in response.
Hey, they already knew? Wait, they must be pretty skilled to capture demons and make pocket dimensions.
Let's hope they are friendly, then!
'Solana, can you hear me?' I asked in the bond, just to make sure. Nothing.
It was a perfect prison, if souls couldn't escape after death.