Planet Sanctuary, Pef Empire

Charming Villa, Jacuzzi room 2L

"Don't stop now! I want more, more!" Lira exclaimed, frustrated at the way her fairytale was going.

"But, my love. Even heroes have to rest. And think of the children!" Peffy replied with a cheerful smile.

"Idiot! How can the hero rest, when the whole CIS armada is crashing over him?" My beautiful legal wife (cause we said so, so it was legal) complained, pouting with her arms folded under her huge....

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Celanon system, CIS/Pef space (disputed)

"Don't just stand there and look! Fire, fire, fire! " the field commander of the fleet yelled, at the sight of the huge orbs growing larger in front of him.

The Subjugators were charging their phenomenal threatening orbs of ionized plasma, when a dozen Fade frigates fire at once into the charging weapons, disrupting the energy fields and creating dangerous oscillations in the reaction chambers.

Over 100 Reapers stealth fighters added their proton torpedoes to each of the targets, rupturing containment, and inverting the polarization, right inside the superweapons firing mechanism.

The chain reaction couldn't be stopped anymore, and a dozen dark jedi became one with the billions of particles resulting from the explosions of their ships.

A fate too kind, for such as them, but alas. We'll capture enough blind enemies to dismember in public spectacles later.

And with that, the tide of the battle changed.

Our corvettes engaged their stealth stygium crystal devices and vanished, the Recu carriers as well, leaving only a mere thousand ships visible to the confused corporate scum.

'Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead!' some CIS General must have ordered, as our capital ships began retreating slowly, using the forward sublight engines for thrust.

A cone of capital CIS ships formed in the middle of the enemy formation, with smaller vessels around.

Like a lance aimed at the heart of freedom.

But, the brilliant strategist of our empire had a secret plan, to end this phantom menace, once and for all!

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Planet Kubindi, Pef Empire (almost)

"Again? Not again ?" Kyrisa complained, while straining to keep herself balanced, in a difficult position.

Handstands with just one arm were a bit difficult, untill you learned to conduct the force efficiency though your body.

And having your breasts hitting you in the face wasn't helping either, except as entertainment for the Maid Emperor.

"Can you feel the force or not?" I asked, a bit annoyed.

This was a simple exercise, Yoda had Luke learn it in about 45 seconds, of screen time.

"You're just staring at my chest, perverted old droid!" my maid yelled, almost correctly.

I was starring at many chests, some of the quite large.

"You wish I had something to stare at. Look at Kirana, her form is almost perfect!" I proclaimed, pointing at her fellow maid,

whose mountains were about to erupt...

"Just go on with the battle, Immortal Pef. This is becoming painful, so the pain of others might soothe mine" the Night Maid, Talia demanded politely.

Sigh. Can't refuse such cute demands, can I?

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Celanon system, Pef Empire

"They shall not pass! Use the Force!" Admiral Etahn commanded to his bridge officers, while stroking the hairs of his seal-like moustache.

And indeed, the one Meteor considered defective, since it hasn't fired his MACs till now, yelled a force scream at the CIS fleet,

as you can feel right now.

That wail in the Force? It was the secret weapon that your generous Emperor has provided, the aperture enlarged with 2000 kyber crystals mined by secret corporations on secret locations around the galaxy.

The force beam, wasn't red, or blue but a mix of them, just like the magicks the Mothers use.

A purple beam, just like the flashlight of Miss Zero , but immensely stronger.

In a single second, the force-beam ended a decisive battle. It truly was a magnificent weapon.

And now, only the pillaging remains. And hunting down the rest of the pirates so the people of them Empire may see, what happens to slavers in a civilized society.

The Orion corvettes and the Fade frigates started obliterating the ships that escaped the conic beam, while the brave synthetic soldiers on the planet struggled to defend the poor tribes from the invading CIS armies.

A hundred smaller fleets, many composed of just a Lucrehulk and a few escorts began their assaults on the rest of CIS worlds in the north, which were now left undefended.

"Now. Tell me, what is the lesson here?" I asked my maids, who were sweating profusely, but also happy at a glorious victory.

"The tree is strong in the dark side, Emperor. But there must be something at the roots, that fuels it." Talia replied after a minute of deep focus.

Oh, yes. I can detect holocrons too. And likely some sort of blood sacrifice too, but that's for advanced classes.

"Melding both sides of the force gives us more strength?" Duala asked hesitantly.

Hey, it seems meditating upside down does indeed create new ideas, even in the brains of young females.

"You are still staring at my boobs..." Magash realized with a spark of force intuition.

Heh, of course I am. Thinking of the children, indeed I am.

"My hand is not tired anymore...the force is holding my body now, not my muscles!" Kara realized after a few awkward seconds.

Great, changing the subject with perfect timing, adored maid!

"One of us is going to die here. It is a test!" Kirana exclaimed, discovering premonition, but just the first stage.

"I'm not dying, ever. Sorry sisters, but if there's way to pass this test, I am taking it" Kyrisa said with a determined tone.

Well, that's something too. Force will?

"The wills are five, my lovely maids. And one of you, is not. I'll let the tree decide then" I explained politely, holding out a hand

and receiving the Scepter of Ragnos from my cloaked Culexus droid.

They haven't detected him, not even when he was close enough to snap their necks.

Still a failure, all of them.

Now, let's see...point and draw.

The scepter began charging, draining the energies and storing them inside, as the silver mist began to clear.

Thousands of huge ugly-looking spiders stopped confused, as they became visible.

Around us, and only I could faintly see them, for weeks. The dark shroud ability was quite potent then.

"Where did all these spiders came from?" a maid asked in panic, breaking her focus and falling to the ground.

The spiders jumped towards her, hungry for a new blood sacrifice.

Not even asking permission from your Emperor? Begone, foul creatures!

A pulse of force wave disintegrated a thousand spiders nearby.

Yep, it did work, just like Starkiller's could.

And if you coated certain people with force resistance, they would survive unharmed.

Let's try the plant version. Another pulse of force wave, and the soil remained barren of vegetation as well.

I'll have to try this on some Vong plants. But it probably wouldn't work. The living force just flew around those lifeforms.

The Pyronium and bota alloy in the core of the staff was still draining the dark energies, absorbing it into a hyperspatial matrix , much like my crystal self did, but different.

There seemed to be no storage limit. My own form could store a sun, perhaps, but this thing...

You were truly a visionary Magna Ragnos! A hate-fueled fundamentalist fanatic, but on occasion, a genius too.

"Where did that spear came from?" another maid asked, after a few blinks of an eye.

"Irrelevant. Come, let's dig that holocron out and go home, I have plans for a new droid tank!" I answered instead, as the draining stopped completely.

It was a small silver forest, after all. But, with a nugget of gold under it.

Planet Gand, Pef Empire

Zero Garden

"Salvage the remaining arms and withdraw the army. Bring them to Agamar."

―Count Dooku

My Zero Hand starred at me, then at the maids I brought back, everyone one of them twice as strong as before we left.

Cause 'energy drinks' and force training in a dark force nexus work wonders, we already knew it from the movies.

Too bad my armor is too heavy for them to run around, with me as a backpack. For now.

"This, the echo I felt in the force, it was you!" Zero yelled at me, poking my chest with a force-enhanced finger.

If she knew shatterpoint, my armor would be toast, right now. Still left a fingerprint though.

"I cleansed a planet of the dark side, after milking that nexus for everything it could teach..." I explained politely, pointing at the grass with my own finger.

The maids groaned and knelt in meditation, to begin their tedious training again.

"Kriff, don't scare me like that. So, the news say we won at Celanon, 5 thousands ships against 20 times more, and only lost one thousand ships?" Zero asked in a concerned whisper.

"Well, the Muni destroyers aren't very strong. Good attack, but poor defense, so they always get targeted first" I replied with a careless shrug. Easy come, easy go.

Now I had to make a trip to Celanon and build 5000 more, from the ionized wrecks of the remaining Munificents frigates.

Another week or two of boring, tedious telekinesis practice.

These maids had it so easy, weaving grass. Assembling a new ship made of millions or billions of disparate parts, some broken or missing...this was true patience, not lazing in the sun.

"How many more of these...maids are you going to obtain, Emperor Pef?" Zero wondered, just like me.

"Hundreds soon, then thousands of maids probably. In a few months though, you will have to give up the lightsaber, Master Zero. The dark shroud is getting closer." I said softly, dragging the scary woman to my chest, in a friendly embrace.

"You already know...you seen it...just like all the other premonitions" She muttered in my neck, so faintly.

"I've seen possible futures, dear Zero. A hundred years or more. This dark gloom will pass , in a few years. But those things...the Vong. 400 trillions dead...That is what I'm trying to stop. These dark jedi are just kids, starting fires for cruel reasons. I'll will educate them, just need to grow my own roots" I mused, maybe a bit loud.

"Such a catastrophe, this war is just..."

"Oh, the clone wars would have killed many as well. Duro, Humbarine, Lianna...I stopped what mass extinctions I could. And your Jedi friends aren't much better. On every planet they fight, billions of civilians die. Their clone troopers expended like grass, with poor tactics and leaked plans. Religion is not a substitute for officer training" I concluded with a harsher tone, then flew away,

leaving the nameless woman behind, surrounded by flowers and sentient trees.

Now, a bit of relaxation, a warm jacuzzi massage with Dora and Lira...

Peffy was already swimming in it. Well done Peffy!

Making a new droid tank then! And let's add another partition for my Avatar, since that seemed very pleasant as well.

I really was blessed, with so many beautiful and generous women...

Celestial Throne spacestation, Floor 81, Apartment 3P

"You've been gone for a long time, lover. Now strip, I need to relax as well!" Wialu commanded me as I entered my apartments.

"Of course, honored maid. You will is my will. Use this body as much as you..."

"Shut up and get in the tub" my Voice said in a harsh mistress tone.

'Roger, roger, Mistress...' I acquiesced in a half dejected whisper.

Yes! A real strong woman! The other half exulted inward.

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Planet Agamar, CIS space

"Please stop Master, it was nothing we could anticipate! My best acolytes died in that battle. Who could have known they would use our own weapon against us?" the failure of a Sith Lord called Tyranus screamed in pain, as his Dark Lord inflicted pain with holo conference.

Maybe he could...contact this Avatar in secret, and end him from a distance?

A force choke, or a heart grip? Lung squeeze? Induce madness? Psychosis ? Paranoia?

Ah, that slippery boy had vanished from his senses again, using some kind of force fog of his own.

Too many things were vanishing, like those savages on Dantooine, gone!

The forest people on Master Windu's homeplanet, gone!

Someone was assembling an army, and it wasn't him!

It was time to start the final stages of the war, or he might not gain the victory.

"We're starting the attack on Coruscant sooner, Lord Tyranus. Assemble the fleets, and attack in two weeks!" he comanded, with barely restrained anger.

The Sith plan for the domination of the galaxy will not be thwarted by some boy with too many beautiful women as his harem!

Only on Mandalore he took six maids. Kill one and he takes a dozen more!

Normal blackmail tactics would not work.

He will need to plan something devious.

At that peace conference after the war, once the Jedi were out of the picture. Already their power was almost gone.

And if Anakin...

Yessss. The boy could be used. On Mandalore. A duel, and claiming the darksaber.

The tide could be turned, with the right pressure, at the right moment.

Planet Mandalore, next week

The glorious liberation of the north continues, at accelerated pace, the new thousands of ships and millions of droids and weapons captured speeding up the conquest 10 times, possibly because half of the remaining fleets, and all their tri-droid fighters vanished.

This is a worrying news, since they will most likely attack somewhere vital. Let's hope it's Coruscant and not Boonta.

Kriff, they will attack Boonta as well won't they? Just to keep us pinned, while the Jedi are being exterminated over Coruscant.

And this Skywalker, personal representative of the Supreme Chancellor, here on Mandalore, and looking for a fight?

Sigh.

I can't kill him, yet.

Ahsoka is here as well, a bit too young and not fleshed enough for my plans...

"Knight Skywalker, and Padawan Tano. Eloping to Mandalore to get married?" I asked, with fake curiosity.

The girl almost stumbled, doing a cute trick with telekinesis, to keep herself from planting nose down.

"This is no joking matter, Avatar Greyshade. Or Mandalore the Charming, as you style yourself now." The sand-hating emo replied in a nasal voice.

"Indeed is not, as Duke Kenobi can confirm. His marriage with Duchess Satine is all the rave, here on Mandalore" I explained gently, since he probably didn't know.

Wait, he didn't know? Haha. This was even more amusing then.

"Satine...married Master Kenobi? But..." Ahsoka wondered with dreamy eyes. As, teenage girls.

"No, he wasn't a traditional man, to beat his wife and then forcefully take her, like Mandalorians do, Miss Ahsoka. I just declared it, since my words are law here, in Pef space" I said softly, worried she might misunderstand.

"T-that's good to hear. But married? Jedi can't marry, I think..." she muttered confused.

Evil grin inside.

"Of course they can. Some bother to get approval from the Council, others don't, but in the end, the heart wants what it wants.

Late Master Mundi had like 5 wives, or 6. Even Knight Skywalker..." I added, with a knowing nod towards the lying scumbag.

"This is about the neutrality of Mandalore, Avatar Greyshade. The Chancellor demands the status quo be restored, or..." The reputed Chosen One tried to salvage the situation, hand clenching on his blue crystal lightsaber. Moron.

I already won.

"Wait! Five wives, and he was on the Council! This is unfair. I want my own too...not five husbands, but at least one..." Ahsoka complained, quite loudly.

Of course you do, pretty maid. And you will. Soon.

"We'll talk about this later, Miss Ahsoka. After all, if Anakin married years ago, so can you" I said in a wise and warm tone, offering a consoling hand.

"Enough! I challenge..." Skywalker began yelling, then crashed to the floor, unconscious.

Thanks, Culexus 0097. This was getting aggravating. A bit of sleep will do him good.

And more genetic samples won't be bad either. I could drain millions of vital cells to fertilize in vitro now.

"My droids will take your exhausted Master to heal and recover. We do have bacta tanks you know...By the way, did he suffer any traumatic head injuries past year? " I asked, while taking the girl under my wing...

"Skyguy? Sure, like 50 times at least! His head must be really durable!" the girl agreed with my suggestion immediately.

"So, Senator Amidala huh? She seems like a nice girl..." I commented, as a host of medic droids fused around the fainted Jedi.

"What, he married Padme? And didn't even invite me. Just like Master Kenobi!" the young togruta said with a exasperated sigh.

"I bet their kids will be amazing though. But let's hope a bit less reckless..." I mused, maybe out loud.

Ahsoka looked towards her master, then thought for a second.

"Kriff. Skyguy's children will be at least as reckless...we're doomed!" Ahsoka exclaimed, realizing the future teror those offsprings will bring.

"So, want to meet my six wives here on Mandalore? I have this castle, and each of them has their own tower..." I continued with a mesmerizing voice. Charming Castle has 50 towers free, as well. For now.

"Let's first, drop my Master in the bacta tub. I hope he gets better..." the loyal padawan said in a worried tone.

Of course. He'll be safe in there, floating unconscious and almost naked, with a dozen chirurgeon droids around.

Perfectly safe!

"Take his lightsaber though, he might forget it again." I reminded her, as the boy's body was installed on a stretcher.

"So, you know him, my master?" Padawan Tano asked curious, while collecting the famous lightsaber.

"We met before, of course. He was always on these specials missions from Mister Palpatine though. Other Jedi worked for the Council, or just guided only by the force, but not Skywalker. Mister Palpatine must have his special Jedi group, only working for him" I mused, in a whisper.

"I don't think...I don't know actually. If Skyguy...Eh, this is over my paygrade" Ahsoka replied after a few moments of confusion.

"Well, Satine and Kenobi will meet us soon, but don't ask her if she's pregnant. She wants to keep it a secret." I added in another secret whisper, as we arrived at the Mandalorian Royal Hospital.

"Oh, got it. Secret..." Ahsoka said, with wide, dreamy eyes.

"And red-headed one, waving at us? Bo Greyshade, Satine's sister. " I explained gently, pointing with my chin discreetly.

"And...your wife, I guess" the young jedi said, with a bit of envy.

"Very perceptive, dear Ahsoka, she was a bit hard to convince though. Very traditional woman, had to spend a week in the bacta tank, after our engagement fight..." I whispered, very softly in her Montral , which for togruta species served as sensitive ears.

"Curious custom...what happens if the woman wins?" she asked, attracted and repulsed at once. Heh. I wonder that myself...

"Well then, the man is not worthy of a strong and beautiful wife, is he? Also, cute belly button." I explained politely, as Bo reached us, and noticed my arm around Ahsoka's shoulders.

Ashoka sort of blushed, by becoming even redder, while Bo rushed to hug me with mischief in her aura.

"Hello, adored husband. Already looking for a younger wife? Oh cruel fate, why do I love such a scoundrel!" Bo proclaimed dramatically, while sobbing at my armored chest in fake tears.

"I'm not...I mean. You're just having fun!" Ahsoka realized, since Bo was easy to read in the force. Or even without.

"Eh, one more sister, I don't mind. Mister Greyshade has like 15 wives now?" Bo asked after stealing a short kiss.

"I don't keep count. But at least 16" I said politely.

"See, don't fall for him, young lady. So what, if he's rich and will shower you with love and billions of credits. Find someone who...wait. Jedi? You'll never get permission to marry then..." Bo said with a sad tone, then left to prepare for a state visit.

Cause Jedi? They're ambassadors. Of sorts.

With mind rape and plasma blades to convince the other side of their version of truth.

After Skywalker was left to rest in the healing ward, we continued to my castle.

"Ahsoka, I have to ask you a huge favor. Be my special emissary to the Council. Can you?" I asked softly, as we entered the castle.

"But, I'm just a padawan. Skywalker..."

"Is a lying bastard that I don't trust one bit. For Master Yoda ears only. A major CIS fleet is preparing to attack Coruscant. My vision showed me thousands of ships and millions of starfighters. Estimated time 5 to 10 days. Skywalker will travel with you inside the bacta tank, and perhaps recover enough to pilot a starfighter. Okay?" I explained, in a much more powerful tone.

Because bacta? Cuts and incisions heal perfectly, without a single scar. Too bad his hair won't grow back that soon. A full epilation treatment, should clean his pores of sand.

"Ahhhhh. This is too big. If they send that many ships like at Lianna, or Duro or Celanon... Why not tell Skywalker...it was you! You drugged Skyguy somehow. That's why he's asleep!" the padawan realized, after 30 minutes.

"Just deliver my message to Master Yoda. Mister Palpatine can contact Pef Empire, though official channels. Like our embassies"

I replied off-handedly, as my dear wives began to arrive.

Planet Coruscant, Galactic Republic

21 BBY , 7 days later

The skies above Coruscant are on fire, in some cases quite literally. The CIS' new Providence-class cruisers are wreaking havoc through the Republic fleet, being armed with 200 turbolasers each, compared to the 16 turbolasers on a Republic Venator. The new Victory-class destroyers of the Republic help though, having been optimized for ship-to-ship combat.

Master Yoda was cautious enough to listen to Avatar's warning, and recalled three Sector fleets, while placing ten others on high alert, for the duration of the warning. Still, the loses are immense, on both sides.

The Republic is winning the capital ship battle decisively now, but also, many things are weird in war.

The Chancellor's office was destroyed by a CIS ship that was landing invading troops. Sadly, Palpatine escaped, but his whole collection of art was incinerated. However, the Chosen One wasn't amused at being packed up and sent to the Jedi Temple bald. Not at all happy.

The entrance of the Jedi temple was also destroyed, by the evil dark jedi forces.

Some B1 droids were attempting to get inside the temple, communicating verbally as to 'exterminate younglings first, roger roger!'

They wore no uniforms, so they must have been CIS droids. Right?

The Jedi Guardians had little trouble dispatching them with well-aimed cuts. But that didn't stop them from exploding, as they all wore thermal detonators. Just luck, that only a dozen of these B1 droids carried explosives, at the attack on the sacred Temple of the Jedi religion.

Thousands of locations across the capital were also targeted by these B1 droids, sometimes backed by a B2 droid, for more panic. We did have a whole year to map and locate interesting targets after all.

A few such groups even succeeded to kill a few known corporatist leaders like Xizor and Raith Sienar as well as hundreds of bank leaders and leaders of various mining corporations.

Having a few thousands Culexus droids prepared for this day surely paid off.

This was an attack on the very foundation of the Republic, literally in the case of Xizor's palace, which had collapsed hundreds of floors into the lower levels, as it's very foundations collapsed due to a lucky grenade.

A hundred Senators and Representative Aids lost their lives, Representative Binks of Naboo among them.

In the chaos, fires spread and devoured hundreds of buildings, entire wealths or records of it being lost.

Even some Republic military installations were attacked, and were repulsed in all places but one.

The Republic's Army Laboratory for Nanotechnology. It is unknown why it was attacked, or if anything was stolen, because the huge fire erupted, melting even durasteel. Also, there were no survivors, on either side, even the attacking droids being melted into puddles by these fires.

Hundreds of brave Jedi Knights also died bravely and gallantly, while piloting starfighters, but being outnumbered 1000 to 1.

Total loss of life is unknown, due to the special nature of Coruscant as capital of the Republic, with its 10 millions worlds, which had millions of ships and billions of transients at any moment.

However estimates go over 10 million lives and even one billion by some holo-commentators.

Boonta system, Hutt space.

Pef Empire trade station.

same time

A large CIS fleet attacked us at the same time with the attack on Coruscant, no doubt to prevent us from giving aid, or hoping to exploit a weakness in our defences, since the bulks of our fleets was assumed to be concentrated on the Agamar and Ciutric offenses, as well as the siege of Serenno.

What they found was 150 Meteors, 300 Lucrehulks, 3000 Muni destroyers and 300 Mon Calamari cruisers, supported by 100 Invictus-class carriers and 500 Recu carriers.

The CIS fleet still had 20 thousands ships and even 1000 Providence-class cruisers, but the odds were more balanced now, as Emperor Pef and his Eight Hand also aided with coordination.

Boonta, also known as Ko Vari had a prospering population until it was decimated first by Xim the Despot and later by the Republic Navy's Swift Fleet during the Great Sith War. The planet never entirely recovered from these catastrophes.

It's two million inhabitants and about 5 million tourists which enjoyed the famous Boonta races were unlucky to be caught in the crossfire, and vanished in turbolaser fire that an erratic CIS Lucrehulk fired at the only city on the surface, once again rendering the planet uninhabited.

That Lucrehulk was immediately destroyed, by the defending Pef fleet, but for those poor people on the surface, it was too late.

Not poor as without money, since they were quite rich, being here.

At least a hundred if not one thousand wealthy Hutts were also enjoying the races, and perished in the inferno, along with their escorts of mercenaries, bounty hunters and assassins.

Sadly, Proto One, the Pef Empire's Ambassador to the Hutts also reduced his offer to buy Boonta from 60 to 10 billion credits.

It just wasn't that attractive anymore.

The Hutts intercepted a poorly coded transmission, no doubt due to the chaos of battle, advising the Ambassador to offer only one billion credits since just a planetary shield was worth that much.

In a rush not to lose the other 9 billions, Grakkus the Hutt sadly agreed to sell Boonta for 10 billions, and promised to limit CIS fuel and ammunition shipments through Hutt space, as much as possible. He also bought a planetary shield for Nar Shaddaa with the money he spared.

I bet you regret, not selling Boonta sooner, now.

On planet Teth, the Hutts no longer assaulted Pef Army's positions, focusing their efforts on the CIS troops on the ground.

In the aftermath of the battle at Boonta, 2000 Muni destroyers and 100 Lucrehulks were lost by my fleet, while the CIS fleet was obliterated entirely, only about 3000 hulls remaining salvageable after the battle.

Didn't have enough ion cannons to capture more of them, but at least I have enough wrecks to construct new shipyards in orbit around Boonta.

And replace the lost ships too.

Not bad, for a weeks work, I guess.

"Yes Pef. Not bad. How many credits did you steal, with the Coruscant siege?" Solana asked, while hugging my armor and staring at the galactic holomap with some interest.

"No idea, to be correct. At least a quadrillion. But, secret mining bases and proprietary tech data, along with rare artifacts and the nano-droids prototypes...might be worth a hundred times more." I said with a soft voice, dreaming of the future.

'This fight was too easy Emperor Pef. I need worthy opponents.' the Core AI complained, as his fighters did even better than expected, demolishing every small ship in the CIS fleet in 30 minutes.

Though, I did give him at least 100 upgrades of newest processors, comlinks, signal boosters, tactical nets and holo-emitters and slicer tech. Cost me a billion to bring him up to date, but the money was well spent.

'Focus on the Vong tech, my friend. How to kill them and how to counter them. Especially gravity emitters and deflectors. I know they have stealth ships as well. You don't want your home to be found and burned to the core, do you, my Eight Hand?' I asked politely, and curious.

'Errr. The Vong do seem quite a worthy opponent. I analyzed all the data you've sent me. If only 10% of their strength is accurate, half of the galaxy would be conquered in 3 years. The other half slower, but still inevitable. I will endeavour to find a solution Immortal Pef' The old AI from Raxus Prime declared solemnly.

You and me and Solanus. We will be a Triumvirate when this is over, after all. Dividing competence and responsibilities was inevitable, after a certain growth was achieved.

Yea, these Vong invaders were almost Tyranids, weren't they? But smarter. And casting their own shadow in the warp...I mean the force.

I will need to build my variant of Imperator-class Titan .

And then, think of the other things, waiting in the shadows. I still had much to prepare.