Planet Gand, Pef Empire

Zero Garden.

20 BBY Next week

My Avatar really is a packed body of muscle and testosterone, and here is truly at home. Flowing through the velocities, with his chest bared in the sun, and warm grass caressing the soles of his feet.

Surrounded by women, from a dozen Atoa priestesses, to two dozen Dathomirian witches, some Fallanassi girls, a dozen Miraluka, a couple Makutai girls, some humans and twi'leks, like Laranth Tarak and togruta, and even two Tholothian former Jedi Adi Galliaand Stass Allie .

Perhaps half of them, the formally married wives, are looking at him with love and adoration.

The other half, with confusion and wonder.

And stop. 100 repetitions at 4x speed. Heart rate nominal, no energy spent.

I can fight 100 Masters and not break a sweat.

"Well, most beautiful ladies...anyone wants to step in and spar? I promise to only use one finger" I asked gently, looking over the women with child-like eyes. And holding my middle finger up. Forehead flicks are the norm now, since the tumbling and the embarrassment work wonders.

Miss Zero had to press her hands to her chest, to stop herself from exhaling. She's almost ready, now that the agelessness ability is returning her to a hormonal teenager. The force bond is so strong I can feel her heart tremble.

"If I had my lightsaber, you would regret that..." Miss Gallia whispered to herself.

Really? Let's see.

"Please, use my Mandalore sword, Miss Gallia. Still has a plasma blade." I replied with a charming smile, flinging the Darksaber hilt at her.

And....not fast enough, pretty Jedi. Ding!

Her headdress flew off, letting her curly black hair flow in the wind. Wow, she was even prettier now.

I remained staring, as she recovered and hit me in the shoulder for no effect.

Amazing. Why didn't Jedi bother to have kids? They would look cute beyond belief, with such pretty mothers.

"Avatar, you're said that out loud, again" Aayla Secura said in a fake whisper, while enjoying the show of seeing her Masters getting trashed flawlessly.

"Beauty is a gift, and it has to be praised wherever you find it." I replied softly, grabbing the blade and poking Master Gallia in her plexus. And knockout.

Check vitals, she'll be back in 5 minutes.

"Anyone else?" I asked louder, then placed the plasma blade between my teeth, so I'd have two free hands to tie the cord on my pants.

A few gasps arose from the more newbie jedi.

"Stop showing off, Greyshade! Now the girls will need an hour to meditate again" Zero chided me friendly, kicking my chin and snatching the darksaber by the blade.

Which she then threw carelessly at the Culexus droid waiting invisible some 30 meters away, making the hilt disappear in midair.

Who's showing off, you dark witch? That is my trick!

She must have memorized the location of the Culexus droids though, to be that precise.

"Sure thing teacher. I'm just going to fly around a bit. All these hungry looks make me shy..." I answered mildly, having remained frozen in midair too, where the kick had lifted me, some 7 meters above the grass.

And flying, flying, flying. Look! My green ithorian friends, and allies against the Vong.

'Hello to you too, colony of sentient trees. The Sun is wonderful today indeed' I replied telepathically to the colony of Boff trees.

'Those Makutai girls have fallen, Sun of Suns. Your stunt just now, or perhaps the words about babies. Or both...' the trees whispered in my mind, glad to be of help with the Grand Polenization Plan. GPP.

'But no one from the cold Jedi, eh?' I asked sad. Damn, their crazy fanatic abstinence.

'Not yet. But Miss Aayla is close. Perhaps with those warm waters of yours...' the wise trees mused, a bit confused. Sun and water, and fresh seed, why did mammals had to complicate life this much?

'No clue either, dear trees. Females are a mystery' I whispered to myself, flying off into sunset.

Redforge system, Pef Empire

My crystal self is watching intently the last battles against the Separatist holdouts, those rich and careful enough to be independent of the Mustafar control node.

Like on Ord Thoden , a mining planet rich in lommite, and thus able to mass produce droids and tanks, even without imports.

Their troops are armed with DX-2 disruptor pistol and other hi tech weapons, making it dangerous for organics to engage. Supported by Tenloss Syndicate as well.

The First Mechanized Legion, with 10 Titans and a thousand Gauntlet tanks, supported by 1000 more power armored BX 11 commando droids and Stinger II gunships is engaged in battle around the capital, but the Seps can't stop the mighty walkers.

Makes good propaganda too, as those shields just seem to recharge faster than they can be depleted.

Almost. Just redirecting 70% of turbolaser and blaster fire into the hell projector, the continuous shoulder lasers and the maser cannons.

And there it go, the first Titan has to retreat now, the shield capacitors have overloaded, the missiles and torpedoes have been expended as well. The frontal armor has a thin cortosis mesh, so the Titan survives the concentrated Separatist fire, even if his weapons melt.

No matter. Two more Titans step in. And a pincer movement of tanks and power armor catches the defenders from the flank.

Advance! And liberate the planet for your Emperor!

The B11 droids rise from their prone positions, and begin running towards the enemy lines.

It's glorious! No animals have been hurt in making this documentary!

Next planet, Kalee . And ending the Huk civil war. Well, not really civil, with massacres and famine and slavery, but I didn't invent the term.

Cause, Grievous? Not a bad guy, just mad.

His planet was occupied and enslaved by the Yam'rii insects, with the aid of the Jedi. He had some real bones to pick, with the Jedi.

Yea, gonna solve that problem for you, cyborg General. Those insects have many limbs to rip off as well.

Well, for now. We dismember slavers, cause it scares the rest.

Planet Gand, Pef Empire

Zero Garden

20 BBY, next month

The Jedi are getting restless, perhaps sensing their future fall.

"You can't keep us here, Avatar. The galaxy needs us. There are younglings scattered..." Master Ti said, with her other Former Council members flanking her. Quite impressive, not in argument but in beauty.

"They aren't scattered lovely lady. Less than 50 younglings and initiates are missing, most of them due to irresponsible Knights or Masters who took them to remote worlds, for which we have no route. About 4000 of the little ones were collected by our agents." I replied with a shrug, which was quite difficult while doing one finger push-ups, upside down.

Because this Avatar body...he can do them, at least a thousand with every finger.

And look impressive to the ladies of course.

"What? How...how did you even find them?"

"Gand is the homeworld of the Findsmen, most beautiful mistress. And we have thousands of them. Plus a good intelligence network" I replied politely, switching to my little left finger.

There is no try, little guy! 1001 push-ups and were done for today. With the push-ups, at least.

"That's...certainly correct, Master Ti. I was rescued from an Inquisitor that I couldn't even sense. Maybe..." the most amazing near-human that I've seen, Stass Allie said softly. Almost there, pretty girl. Almost.

"No, Master Allie. We cannot laze in the sun, and hot baths. The galaxy needs us. People are suffering..." The fierce Togruta Master protested, while enjoying the sun, and the cold lemonade.

"You should know we did help, where we could, without being obvious. The attack on Coruscant, on the Kuat, on Balmorra...and thousands more places. Just keep in mind, that from 58 Jedi that were aided in the preparations, from schematics and ships, to bombs and lightsabers, only one survived.

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Lord Palpatine is very strong, in his own way. Master Quarmall is now his right Fist. The Jedi he captures, he turns." I answered, with a slight tinge of pain.

Something was wrong...

Or someone.

Voice check...not them. Maids? Yes. But where? Mandalore?

Alicia Greyshade.

Where are her bodyguards? The Justice droid is still transmitting...even without his head.

Flowing black armor...the Emperor's Shadow Guard , kidnapping my wife.

Possibly Thull Wulain, the leader, going by the pike...

Place a marker on him, and see where he goes.

I should have done something about Sun Guard . But Ventress didn't kill them now, since she wasn't working for Dooku.

The Thyrsian had their own prophecy for the Son of Suns .

Which Palpatine cleverly distorted to serve him. But not for long.

We'll send fleets to the Eshan then.

And to Serroco as well. Then Jebble . Time to reclaim all the former Mandalorian worlds, and make sure this kind of thing stops.

We should take Shili , the Togruta homeworld, and make contact with The Silent which were based there.

Those seemed interesting, in a creepy kind of way, and possibly force users or biological shapers. Either would be great.

Enough dally. I should go.

"So, we're forced to stay here, while the Sith Empire grows stronger and converts the force-sensitives into Inquisitors?" Master Ti asked with a bit of pain.

"Not all the time, most enchanting lady. The girls need to get trained and reach their peak. But yourself Miss Ti, you're about as strong as you'll get. Maybe 20% more, if you follow the treatment I prescribed. You can come with me to Shili, and convince them to request an MPT." I answered, after flipping to my legs.

"So...you want more Togruta girls. You're not very subtle, Mister Greyshade" the Jedi woman said with a frown and a cold voice.

Of course, I do. Togruta are fierce and kind. Carnivores but diplomats. I want many more.

"Well, we are tracking Ahsoka Tano anyway. She'll join our colorful flower garden soon enough. What do you want, Miss Ti? My protection for your people, or Palpatine's mercy?" I asked gently, as my ship began descending to pick me up.

"Kriff. I had seen enough flowers for a year." the woman proclaimed with a sad tone.

Huh? Just say yes or no.

"She meant yes, Avatar. And you're still talking your thoughts out loud" Master Gallia said with an amused voice.

Well, pretty is pretty. But sadly, duty calls.

"Still out loud Avatar!" the beautiful Tholothian yelled after me, as I hugged the Togruta Master and flew up towards the hangar door.

"You can let go now, Avatar Greyshade."

"Hmmm. On Mandalore, the women we defeat, become our wives. I try to fight only the prettiest women though. Or I'd have to marry a million girls." I answered gently, but kept hugging the woman, a bit tighter. Like 3% more.

"It's not going to work..." she replied coldly, poking my arm and making me let go.

"The Jedi Order is gone, my lady. We'll make new traditions, if we survive the next 30 years. Maybe Gray Paladins or something"

I whispered softly in her montrail, then went to enjoy the jacuzzi. Alone.

Redforge, Pef Empire

next second.

This plan wasn't gonna work too well, if the wives were so easy to capture and turn.

And this was a trap, of course. Alicia, the poor girl, was already dead, or infected with something.

Palpatine wanted my empire to stop expanding, and didn't have ships or troops to fight me. For now.

So he used the hostage trick.

A more important wife like Lidia or Clara would have plenty security, but the 6th Mandalorian wife, touring the devastated Mandalorian sector with food and medicine? Not so much.

The electro-pulse weapon short-circuited most droids, And Alicia didn't qualify for VSS.

Simply, I didn't think to update the VSS budget with a few trillions. Kriff.

Too focused on ships and tanks, and battles. And forgot about the minor things inside.

Boonta was approaching 500 millions people, which was great. Junkfort 200 millions, Celanon 400 Millions, Botajef the same.

For a few months, it was okay. And as living became worse in the Core, more people will emigrate.

Stacking a trillion people on one planet was crazy. A single attack could kill them all.

The answer was spreading out, and try to stay somewhat self-sufficient with foodstuff. At least the basic staples like cereals or meat and fruits. Mix the genes more, to cover for potential genetic disorders or illnesses.

I should start making some mixed communities, adding various elements like Firrerreo regeneration, Epicanthix mind resistance, miraluka force sight, and hundreds of other near humans. And if the Tholothian were ageless...

Like tiny mineral additions to steel, these new genes could make the steel of humanity into durasteel.

And there were a dozen non-human races which could reproduce with humans, creating hybrids, like zabrak, and twi'lek and togruta. If Master Fay was such an example, strong in the force and biologically immortal, maybe other would appear.

No maybe, the Force was stirring the galaxy into wars, to mix genes by brutal means like enslavement and rape.

But this could be done civilized and with love.

Lots of love.

'Thanks for experimenting on me, Pef. I feel used now' Dora, my pregnant twi'lek Voice whispered in the bond. She didn't really mean it. That kid will be loved. A lot.

"I want Peffy's babies. At least 10" Lira added shamelessly. Sure thing pretty one. We'll try it again.

"I see now. You're lucky the Avatar pleases me. Or else" Ventress mused, focused on her battle plans.

"I don't mind at all. Not sure when I'll have time for kids, but we could do a few..." Wialu concluded with a shrug.

Luxum and Solana grumbled something about wrong species and fairness.

'Luxum, how do your Shards make babies? Cause... I don't think I know how you pollinate each other...' I muttered on the Voice chat.

'Errrr. I'll research this, for a few hours Pef. Your crystal self might be compatible. I hope you are...' Luxum said softly, and a bit embarrassed.

Hey, you really are the prettiest Shard I've met. And I already love your soul.

'I know...talk later...love' the Shard Voice whispered in a crystal kind of sob. Great, she went to talk with her mother. About having babies. That was gonna be fun.

'This is very interesting for me as well. Solanus thinks it might be possible, in a few years. Oh! I'm too young to have kids...' Solana exclaimed, in a water wave kind of panic.

Errr. Having Solanus for a father-in-law...really weird. But the kids should be awesome!

'Solanus will remember this!' my water maid sent amused.

Kriff. No privacy anywhere.

"You're trying too hard Emperor. Wanna drink?" Zuckuss asked with an insectile grin, and offered me a glass of brandy. The most expensive brand. Because he deserved it.

"Sure. Let me pour it over my armor. Maybe I'll get drunk too" I said out loud, but still pouring the drink over my helmet.

2000 credits per shot. But, it made me feel better.

"So the alcoholic droid says. You're gonna make 10 thousand more Findsmen?" my third Hand asked from the couch in front of me, which was still empty.

New trick ? Then again, 50 quadrillion budget for intelligence. They better make nice things.

"For a start. I'll visit Gand when this Titan shield starts working as I want. At least 80% reflect. Damn those Rakata. Couldn't have left blueprints somewhere." I complained with a bit of desperation.

"At least your Avatar has the second largest harem now, after fourth Hand Kikipi. That guy...has at least 800 wives already. You're falling behind." Zuckuss proclaimed with a click of mandibles.

For now. He got a head start, King Kikipi. But I don't just go after largest pectoral glands. I want spirit, and fire.