Planet Kesh, Pef Empire

Kesh Sith Temple

16 BBY

So nice of these Sith to be organized in temple and ranks, and segregated by race.

Keshiri natives had purple skin and couldn't reproduce with the humans which made the majority of the Sith, and thus, I left them alone, except for those I found with force-weapons.

Seems these Sith did let a few keshiri join their Circle of Lords , although the vast majority of the keshiri were kept as slaves.

Man, what was with this galaxy? Slavery everywhere.

Sadly for them, slavery is also illegal and punished by dismemberment.

A mountain was teleported in orbit and began disgorging their droids and tanks and the Grey Paladins, while I dealt with the Sith...

And the life standards here were absolutely medieval, with no electricity or warm water or even steam power.

Sigh. Gonna have to stay here for a few days...

"Let's go down and meet the locals, visit the Sith temple and all. Adventure! Exploration! Maybe some assassins..." Avatar said bouncing up and down with excitement.

"Yay! Sith Temples..." the former Jedi muttered in less enthusiastic tones.

"Exactly. Let's see how a planet looks like, after being ruled by a religious order for 5000 years. Surely they must have many wonders!" Peffy said, half truthfully.

And let's beam them down.

Slow steps, but I got to the point where I can beam down an exploration party.

The capital city Tahv, had some semblance of civilization, with high walls and fountains and many sculptures made of glass.

That is, in the more richer center, where houses had a second floor. On the periphery, the keshiri lived in squalor and poverty.

Luckily, it was daytime on this side of the planet, and thus we didn't need street lights and holographic commercials to navigate... just kidding. They had torches on the wider street corners.

My Voices were less impressed, gliding a few centimeters above to ground, to keep the animal poo and the mud from clinging to their feet.

Cause yeah, carts and carriages and most motive power came from beasts of burden like Muntok ,Shumshur and even flying Uvak.

The former Jedi and the Avatar sloshed through, happily splattering everything with progress and ...

A delegation has formed when we arrived at Circle Eternal , the plaza where the government buildings stood.

"Salutations, most esteemed kashiri. I am Avatar Greyshade. Rejoice, you have been found! " I yelled out loud, letting the city know they were indeed found. As if a thousands dropships depositing troops and nanobots and construction droids building power plants and shields and factories all over the planet weren't enough.

"Are you the true Skyborn then, come to replace the Sith?" An elderly man asked a bit worried.

"I was born on a space station, in orbit, if that what's you mean, most venerable keshir. But otherwise, nope. No religion, just a government official, inspecting our new planet. There are many creatures who are born in vacuum, but most of them would just eat you, and this city, and the mountains. Hungry things, the Lugubbra." I said in an easy going tone.

"But you can fly, and came from the sky!" the man exclaimed, a bit unhappy.

"And flying is easy, so can mostly everyone in the galaxy. You have a clasp on your belt. You use saddles and carts. Same thing, just takes a few months to learn this new knowledge. Don't worry, more ships with uplift technology are coming, to teach everyone here the wonders of science and civilization.

For example, this device here, is called a droid. Its purpose is to safeguard the laws of the Pef Empire, by dismembering slavers, shooting pirates and arresting lower criminals. That metal carriage over there, is called a Gauntlet tank. Does same thing, but much faster." I explained cheerfully, then began splitting the ground apart, and raising up the very damaged hulk of the Omen, the original Sith dreadnaught that brought the refugee Sith to this planet.

Well, this part might not be as simple to do with technology, yet.

"It's a Sith ship..." Miss Halbert muttered beside me, as I rotated the damaged ship for inspection.

"Of course it is. Those fanatics didn't just teleport here, did they?" I asked rhetorically.

"You're not even straining to lift this ship...how strong can..."

"Eh, strength. Come now, pretty lady. A wookie is strong too. Do you want a wookie husband?" I asked amused.

"No! I mean...if I ever meet someone, he needs to be strong, but..." Miss Halbret muttered a bit embarassed.

"But also nice and gentle, and good looking...perhaps even young and rich?" I whispered gently, as the Sith dreadnought was teleported into the Centerpoint's hangar.

"Gah. You're impossible!" the woman exclaimed, stomping her foot and splashing everyone with liquid respect.

Nevermind then. Her armor had a mini droid autopilot, so it could fly after us.

We took off, heading towards the Sith Temple on top of the nearby mountain.

Below us, the Sith had a gladiator's arena, now being used for a more popular sport. Law.

The keshiri seemed to liked it, as the stands were full, and cheering, everytime another Sith was dismembered.

Corellia System, Council Room

16 BBY

Master Halcyon looked around the room, so laden with historic artifacts and mementos, and pages from old treaties and new.

He and everyone here was beginning to realize was will happen soon. Perhaps this year, certainly next year.

The galaxy will find itself united, into a true galactic empire, lead from Gand. Well, possibly not from Gand, since it was a bit far.

Perhaps Vanquo, the Grey Paladins headquarters, or Humbarine...maybe Brentaal or Denon.

With Centerpoint Station, the center of power could be moved wherever it needed.

Sometimes moving planets or stars even blackholes.

"Councilmen, what do you plan to do?" he asked in a level tone.

"We will defend our rights and freedoms, of course. No Emperor is going to dictate us what to do!" I young man declared heroically.

"Defend them against what? The Pef Empire laws are almost identical to ours. Possibly copied and adapted a little..." a wiser councilman said in return.

"Our battleships and our shipyards, the credits we use to expand, even the systems we now control, they are all gifts from this Pef Emperor. There are now a hundred systems like ours, with five planets and rich asteroids. Soon there will be thousands. You've all seen Denon...a new Corellia, created in hours. There will be no fighting..." the Diktat said to calm the spirits.

"We have reports from many planets, which joined them, voluntarily or not. High salaries, safe cities, booming economy, lots and lots of droid policemen and a company of Paladins on major worlds. And they are our allies, don't forget." the wise councilman added as an argument.

And a good one too. People were starting to emigrate from Corellia, to greener pastures.

He took the que to speak, since Paladins were force users, of a sort.

"Indeed, there are many Paladins. The miraluka were recruited en-masse, and given cyborg eyes. And if they also receive...special treatments, they will soon reach the same proficiency as our Green Knights. A million of them. Plus commando droids to back them up, and power armors. We should be glad the late Emperor Palpatine did not pursue the same course. The Green Jedi escaped mostly intact, with barely 20 knights and padawans lost, during his rule. No, there can be no fighting between us and the Pef Empire." Master Halcyon said with a peaceful voice, patting his green lightsaber.

Soon, it will have to go, and be replaced with a metal sword and a gun. Or just two guns.

The age of chivalry was ending.

"Very well then, Master Jedi. Give the Grandmaster our regards. Now, have you all looked over the new ships designs sent by our esteemed CorelB1 Ambassador? The upgraded CR90 corvettes and Gozanti cruisers?" The Diktat asked, dismissing him like he wasn't of any use anymore.

Ships and tanks and shipyards and factories...soon Corellia would be just a mini-clone of the Pef Empire.

And the Jedi...mere decorations.

No matter, he could go home and hug his wife and kid, and live in peace.

No more Jedi council to 'investigate and admonish him' for his liberal ways.

He should ask Master Bnar, perhaps they could also have 5 wives too, like in the Pef Empire. That sounded like a great idea.

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Gand System, Pef Empire

Zero Garden

"Miss Shaak Ti, always a pleasure to see you, even with these many clothes on" I said softly, and ducked under her polite kick.

"Avatar. I see you found even more maids, to carry your children." the Jedi Master replied in a growling tone, looking over my shoulder at the three new women.

"Eh, Emperor Pef remembered where some other Old Jedi were sleeping, and sent me to retrieve them. Jedi Halbret, some 3600 years old, last deployed at Kathol. Jedi Mourne, some 4000 years old, last deployed on Jeeble. And miss Arden...she was a Follower of Palawa, some 25 thousands years ago. They used metal swords back then, so she'll adapt easier to our modern times" I replied cheerfully, looking around to make eye contact with every loving wife. They seem a bit glad to see me, so, nothing bad happened.

"You could let us go, there is no more need to keep us sheltered here. Well, the few of us able to think straight anymore..." The Togruta jedi demanded in a more civil tone.

Sadly, I would have to let some of them go. Jedi Masters were pretty much immune to my charms.

"There are at least 200 death-cults still active in the galaxy, Miss Shaak, so it's not very safe. And while Jedi aren't a persecuted religion, anymore, there are millions of enemies that the jedi made over the millenia. In fact, there was an entire planet, just near Kessel, with thousands of Sith Lords preparing to invade the galaxy and exterminate the last remaining of their jedi ancestors. Because that what Sith are miss Jedi. They are your descendants. Some turned, like Dooku and Jerec and Skywalker. Other raised and trained by dark jedi. All the evil caused by the Sith? They are yours, the Jedi Order's fault." I replied in a very low voice, keeping the revelations quiet, while leading her away from the flowers, and towards the grass field I used for sparring.

"I cannot believe this! You're inventing things to confuse me. The Sith are nothing like..." she protested in righteous anger.

"Keep an open mind, pretty lady. Let's see what these two religions have in common. Temples over force vergences. Ranks for the order members. Lightsabers. Lightsaber forms. Meditation. Holocrons. Scrolls. Force abilities. Mind control. Orbital bombardments. Kidnaping children. Slavery..." I explained in a litany of Jedi faults.

"We don't condone..."

"Clones. Sentient people, mass produced, and forced to fight for you. They are not volunteers are they?" I asked rhetorically.

"The republic needed troops and..."

"And 10 million planets of the Republic couldn't send each a volunteer regiment? Or at least print battle droids? And all that could be forgiven, due to a desperate situation and a nice Sith plot to kill the Jedi. But naming yourselves as generals? Using your padawns as child-soldiers? What officer training did you receive Miss Shaak? How many clones died under Jedi command, due to military incompetence? 90% ?" I asked in a sad tone, and holding the beautiful woman in a half hug.

"I know! We were never meant to be soldiers..." she said in a fit of sadness and regret.

"Or anything, other than priests. There will be no more Republic. No more religious laws enforced by Jedi. You will have no more force weapons and offensive powers. You can stay with me, or join Miss Fay on Jedha. But you will not have a padawan again, unless you give birth, and the kid accepts it, when he becomes an adult. Now stop trying to hit me and hit me!" I proclaimed in an amused tone, and flicking her forehead gently.

She recovered in mid air and growled cutely, then sped up and tried to kick me.

Always going for the little one. She's gonna take a long time to tame...

"I'm not a wild animal to be tamed!" she muttered low, and sped up even more, making me raise my own speed to 8%.

She did improve again, while I was away. Amazing. And her body was even more muscled and toned...and her stamina was much better as well. She kept going for an hour, at her maximum speed, hands and feet blurring, while her leku danced behind her in a mesmerizing whirlwind.

"Gaaah. Stop saying these things! I can't focus on hitting you!" Master Shaak Ti exclaimed as her energy began to deplete.

"That's because you keep trying, not willing. Will yourself in the Force. And just hit me!" I said with a light voice, as the fabric of space distorted around us, and she simply appeared inside my guard, fist hitting my abdomen, about the same speed and strength as a 1st duan master on Jedha.

So it hurt a little.

"Good. That was the Will of the Force, my dear. It seems there's hope for you after all. The Force likes you." I whispered gently in her montrail, as I kept her in my arms, and let her regain her breath.

"I hit you, even though you're 10 times faster. I just feel so tired...' she murmured back, elated and exhausted.

"Don't worry, most beautiful carnivorous maid. I have just the right solution, just stay still for a second..." I whispered gently, and teleported us into the warm new jacuzzi, the one with privacy panels, and cold drinks and healing sap trays.

For massaging sore backs. Anything for my dear allies.

"Ah...that spot...so good..." the naive woman murmured to herself, not yet realizing her training clothes remained back on the grass.

If the Will of the Force wanted Shaak Ti back, fine. But not before I left her a present of my own.

Planet Mimban, Gand system

Temple of Pomojema

16 BBY, next month.

I am scanning the galaxy again, looking for hidden dangers and aiding my Paladins and the black ops in stopping terrorists and various corporate scum, experimenting on the people of isolated worlds. Sigh, at least a hundred of those kind of events every day.

Addictive drinks and foodstuff, toxic toys and medicine designed to infect people, bombs and gas leaks and hostage takings.

The good thing about all this though, the Paladins are starting to get a positive reaction from the news outlets and the population, and even the assassins are sometimes praised for terminating some terrorist leader or cell.

This confuses my Triumvirate a little, as they were not expecting to be lauded as heroes.

On Corellia and Atrisia, the locals have begun similar programs, using the Corellian powersuit for a cheaper alternative, albeit in smaller numbers and with much less support from force-users.

The new Gozanti-class dropships work great, especially after being widened, and their underside being enhanced with a layer of neutronium laced armor, like on the Acclamators.

The new Corellian CR99 Corvettes will take more work to begin their refits, plating the ships with a meter of steel armor, and giving them a half cone shape, and doubling the interior space for extra reactors, shields and modern hyperdrives.

The design of those ships is very old, but at least mynocks and Lugubrra won't be able to chew on the power conduits so easy.

Plus once rebuilt, all the parts on the thousands of corvettes in existence, will be repaired and upgraded, giving work to a dozen shipyards and hundreds of component factories.

They already have the 10 thousand Dakka corvettes I gave them, but they need to learn to build their own modern ships, and this refit program will jumpstart the industries they need.

"Hey Pef, soooo. What should I do now, since Yanibar is now safely moved around Gand?" my red twi'lek maid, Vera asked, a bit cautious. She still expects me to be angry at her, for some reason.

"Well, my lovely maid. Do you trust me?" I said softly, and patted her red leku gently.

"Can't say I do. You haven't done anything bad, except being ruthless to slavers and pirates..." she muttered in a barely audible voice.

"But you don't understand why. Why would a silly droid care?" I asked rhetorically.

"You're so strong...and yet you take time to help my people, and the miraluka and...doesn't make sense. And I'm worried about the kids you took from my planet. Where are they? What are you doing with them..." Laasti Vera said, with a concerned look around, since this temple was obviously a sacrificial altar.

"The kids were healed and are now studying and playing. In fact, they should approach the last lessons in the university curriculums. The Force takes many more years to master, since flash memory and imprints are not compatible with the Force. They are learning the slow way.

But, it's also true they are away from parents and friends, and now that the Sith and the Jedi aren't such a threat anymore, they can return home, if they want" I said gently, and offered her a polite hand to lift her from her pillow.

"Can I see them? I want to...we teleported?" she asked confused.

Sanctuary system, Planet Sanctuary.

Zeison Sha campus

"Yes. Very easy to do, with Centerpoint in the system. And now we jump to Sanctuary...and now...we have arrived at the Zeison Sha complex..." I explained amused, as a horde of kids surrounded us, yelling for my maid's attention.

"Honored Maid! Miss Vera! She's kinda weak..." the kids exclaimed with different degrees of happiness.

Duh, you were dosed with bota extracts and trained by the Bendu. For five years or more.

They were all at least as strong as a Jedi Knight, and a few of them, even stronger. And to think they were on their last legs, not expected to survive, when the Zeison Sha let me have them...

"They're all grown up, and strong! And so lively..." Vera muttered in surprise.

"Listen up students! Miss Vera, my Honored Maid, was worried you were all dead or dissected or perhaps sacrificed, and your families are worried as well. Who wants to visit Yanibar, for a month long vacation?" I boomed loudly all over the university campus, and trying to seem happy and chipper.

"That place is cold! People are hungry and sick! There's no holonet..." The kids replied with less enthusiasm.

"Great then! Everyone wants to go home and see their loving families. Pack your things and your homework for a month. Only aura and besh-class holocrons though. Let's not scare the Zeison Sha adepts too much eh?" I proclaimed grandly, and the kids rushed back into their hobbit dwellings to pack up for the trip.

"You gave each of them holocrons?" my maid muttered in disbelief.

"Eh, cubic holocrons take a minute to make. I made a few millions already..." I said with a careless shrug.

Still a long way from an apple holocron like Bendu wanted me to make.

Only 8000 facet polyhedrals so far. And every upgrade took a magnitude more of research and experiments and force abilities.

With a pop, the huge gorilla displaced himself in front of me, carrying a dozen Gand kits on his horns.

My Third Hand's kits. Which looked strange, with faces and eyes almost mammalian shaped.

"Oh, what do we have here? A maid I haven't met? And an Immortal Pef, not even saying hello?" the old being asked, possibly joking.

"Laasti Vera, meet Bendu. Looks scary, but he's just a softy for kids." I said politely, as the kits waved at us from high above.

"Yes...he's immensely powerful, more than you are, Pef. Hello mister Bendu, I am Vera, Honored Maid of..."

"So hurt and scared. Paranoid and distrustful. And yet...still holding on, hoping for a better future. I approve of her Immortal Pef. You should give her a Voice." The Bendu rumbled deeply.

Huh, you think so too. Not yet though, not untill she mastered herself. But next year, possibly.

"When she's ready, Bendu. I rushed before, with Dora and Lira. And they almost broke. How long till they are ready?" I said with a bit of concern.

"Your Togruta maid, Lira, is almost ready. She learned a lot while she was dead. Voice Dora...I believe she will remain on Sanctuary untill she dies. Perhaps after..." Bendu rumbled, as the Zeison Sha students began gathering again, now with backpacks full of datapads and holocrons and dressed for survival training.

Heh, they're gonna be a bit surprised, since Yanibar had now a hi-tech city housing the few million locals. Built around their Sha Kalan temple of course.

The rest of the planet Yanibar was still quite harsh though, so better safe than sorry.

"Lira is really alive again? But..." my red twi'lek maid murmured in disbelief.

"Immortal in the Force, dear Vera. You heard the big guy. Soon you will be immortal too. Now, let's take the kids home, and then we can go on adventure. I found a really nice planet, full of archeotech and a demon. And it seems it can change its size, at will. Absolutely amazing. I've only read of such abilities. Can't wait to drain him and learn it for myself! " I declared grandly, punching the sky and observing all the Sanctuary kids doing the same.

Because sky was the limit, and every punch pushed the limit further.