Planet Atoa, Pef Empire

20 BBY

The events of Delegation of 2000 continue to shock the galaxy, as 188 of the delegates, which were about 3000 now, were arrested and executed.

Planet Atoa requested to join Pef Empire, since we seemed much safer, especially after Moff Tarkin landed his Acclamator spaceship on top of the crowds protesting the formation of the Galactic Empire, then had his stormtroopers disembark and shoot the survivors.

Everything caught on camera, of course, and distributed by most liberal news channels.

And Miss Saro is quite a beauty , and powerful force-user herself. Peffy will have to make sure to bestow her a few babies, as a collegial gesture of personal union.

Also, the Enslavement of Kashyyyk didn't happen anymore, as the brand new Executrix star destroyer was pulverized when approaching Kashyyyk. That took 30 Meteor MAC shells, so quite tough. Tougher than a Lucrehulk twice its size.

The surviving stormtroopers on Kashyyyk were allowed to embark and leave the new Pef Empire protectorate. Without tanks and heavy equipment, which I generously gifted to the wookies. Also took custody of some 9 Jedi helping the wookies and had them sent at Ruul, without lightsabers.

Planet Trandosha , in the same system was occupied a bit sooner, by our troops, since it was CIS planet.

The cold war is becoming colder, as the Boonta trials begin, various captured CIS leaders being paraded and made to confess all their crimes. Starting with the obliteration of Boonta, and similar attempts at Lianna and Duro.

And Master Ti is now in front of Peffy, on planet Null .

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Planet Null, Pef Empire

Dooku had owned much of the planet, and thus it was forced to join the CIS. However the regular citizens, the Nulls held the Jedi in high regard, for some reason, and hid the Togruta Master in a remote village.

"Well done, Miss Ti for that Sith right hand. Now, I will need your lightsaber, if you wish to remain in the Pef Empire" I demanded sternly.

"Not that lightsabers even work on him..." Miss Secura added with a suffering sigh, and looking fabulous, in her new form fitting light armor.

"Master Yoda warned me to be cautious of your Empire, Avatar Greyshade. He has foreseen a great danger in you, even if uncertain. Grey, you are..." the Master Jedi replied, hand clenched on the hilt of her weapon.

Sigh. Guess I'll have to convince her, Mandalorian style. Accel x4 !

"You asked for it, adorable lady. You're lucky I still have some bacta tubs, not in use" I replied with my own sigh, teleporting behind her and breaking 3 ribs and her right clavicula. With a few light taps. Power armors are very strong.

She immediately switched the flashlight to her left hand and attempted to strike me with it.

Who brings weapons to a fist fight?

Two more ribs and her left forearm followed, as I held the plasma blade in my gauntlet.

She tried to hit me with some mental attack next, and I sighed again. Really? Dark Lords have tried that, 10 times better.

A forefinger flick and she was knocked out, flying 50 meters backwards. Thank you, Tsunade-obaasan. You're a good mentor too.

"Thank you for going easy on her, Master Greyshade" the twi'lek Jedi commented, with an aura of defeat and sadness.

"Don't mention it, Miss Secura. I saw Miss Ti getting eaten alive, by the Ancient Abyss on Felucia. Not gonna happen now, but still, some people need to learn when not to fight" I replied gently, and had a droid decloak and carry the woman into the bacta tank. Naked.

Miss Ti made me fight, she could deal with the consequences.

She is really beautiful though.

"You said that out loud" Ayala commented wisely, staring at my hand. Huh, still had the lit lightstick glowing in my hand.

Forgot about the plasma blade, burning at 15 thousands degrees. For 10 minutes. Beauty does that, to man.

"If she wants kids, they'll be so cute..." I muttered, lost in the peisage of mountains and valleys.

Here Culexus 0055, catch!

Another lightsaber vanished in midair, as I threw it carelessly over my shoulder.

"How...the invisible droids..." Miss Secura muttered in a flash of inspiration.

Yes...and the dozens invisible VSS around too.

Now practicing the force cloak I printed on their holocrons.

Cause I share, you know? People like it when you share.

"Okay, let's go to Mandalore, and collect the new Jedi who arrived. Gah, I bet I'll have to feed thousands now!" I complained loudly, leaving my armor and the medical bay behind me.

"I thought you'd be taller..." Ayala observed wisely, checking me out curious.

Not you too!

"I'm still young. Then again, I'd rather stay like this, then get fat as a planet and need sublight engines for every step" I replied wisely as well.

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Planet Atoa

'Solanus will remember this' my water maid sent, a bit amused.

Hey, why are you spying on Peffy? You have treaties to sign, and stuff.

'Your future Teta Empress has arrived. She looks nice. Should be good for 10 kids at least' Solana added with more humour.

Right, Serra Keto . Another lightsaber prodigy.

Guess I'll have to beat up of lot of Jedi women. That's sounded wrong. But it's exactly what I'll do.

Mandalorians know how to treat their women. And I'm their boss, so I gotta set an example.

Hmmm, another nice one called Fy-Tor-Ana was spotted on Coruscant. 'Yes, sleep gas and extraction too, Culexus 0047.'

Those Inquisitors have already began snooping around. And that Solace cover won't hold for long.

And those Jedi on planet Ruul...

Let's have the B11 Reservation Administrator call the male Jedi, and explain the threat of the Kuat Yards.

Show them the new ships, and what Palpatine does with them.

'No, the Pef Empire is still fighting Separatist holdouts, and is not about to war a Galactic Empire. But we can get you to Balmorra, and link you with other rebels. They have thousands of droids and a several ships. Yes, you can have lightsabers, once you leave our Empire.'

There! 14 brave Jedi males have agreed to attack Kuat, and perhaps even survive, if the proton bombs on those ships manage to miss.

'No, the ladies have to stay, and look after the younglings. Do you know how to feed and wash a child?'

Well, I doubt these Jedi women know about kids either, but it sounds reasonable.

'Yes, the Force be with you too' Good job Ruul11.

Maid robes? Well, if you really insist, sure. Colonel? Don't push it, metal head.

"Emperor Pef, you've been silent for a long time..." the high priestess said, after staring at my armor for a long time. It was quite a splendid armor, now embedded with some 50 different types of crystals. I carried the big Kaiburr Crystal in my droid's torso though, stuck to my crystal self. Away from Mimban, it only boosted my powers maybe 5 times, but it was more than enough, for now.

"Yes, contemplating the Force, Lady Saro. Here, I have a small gift for you, and the other girls. 50 minor Force abilities, that should get you a bit more able to perform your old rituals. And a few bottles of vitamin and medicine, that have to be taken every day, one drop at every meal. And don't worry about the new towns and shields, they're free. I like to keep my droids busy, you see..." I answered gently, waving a metal chest closer.

When she opened it, her heart fluttered a little. Gems and jewelry, crystals and credit chips, and on top, bota vials and holocrons.

The light illuminated the church, like a treasure box, but real.

"This..I don't know what to say" the High Priestess murmured with a tingle of greed and grace. Yes, I know, shinny things and forbidden knowledge. Every woman I know has fallen for one of those, till now. So why not both?

"Be nice to my Avatar when he arrives in a few days, Lady Saro. Women tease him a lot. And this gift...only a trillion credits, perhaps. Let us know if you need more." I said with a shrug of my shoulders.

For such a nice planet, this was nothing. I paid this much for a lap dance, once.

Would have paid more, but Clara wanted a massage and a hot bath.

Planet Coruscant, Galactic Empire

Imperial Palace

20 BBY, two weeks later

Emperor Palpatine was seething with anger, barely masked.

Rebellions and Jedi everywhere!

His prized Kuat Shipyards damaged, and out of commission for at least 2 years!

True, the dozen Jedi than attacked the shipyards were dead, along with the hundreds of war droids and rebels they gathered on Balmorra.

Even worse, a second Imperial-class destroyer was lost, before it could be launched. His dear Exactor blown up, by a single proton bomb, since it's shields weren't active while being fueled. Sith spit!

The route to Deep Core cut, and this Pef Empire abusing their participation in the Clone Wars to confiscate everything not nailed down, and many times the nails too.

Kashyyyk, and his valued workforce for the Death Star lost, as those monkeys prefered to become circus animals for that crazy droid emperor.

He did finally got a glimpse of him, as he unleashed a terrifying spell on Mimban, scouring the galaxy with a piercing cold gaze.

That Pef must have sacrificed a million virgins to gain that much power, for one hour.

Something he must have found on Korriban, now that he figured out how to use the old hyperroute to Teta.

And war wasn't an option, not for a decade at least. A thousand Meteors, most of their mass just iron, but those slug guns...truly powerful.

The Death Force cult, and his loyal Cronal on Dromund Kaas, no longer accessible now, with Korriban blockaded.

Another Sith Lord, he had to be. Something like the famous Darth Revan perhaps, since those Imperial Servants he captured would rather die than spill anything.

And careful to keep the Jedi in 'reservations' disarmed of lightsabers.

Why didn't he think of that sooner? Gather them in one place and them burn them all out.

Now he had to beg for loans from this new Galactic Bank, just to keep his empire running.

Whatever Tarkin said, another currency would just inflate and be useless in a year, without the crystals deposits guaranteeing the value on Muunilinst. Kriff.

His Master was right. Without the banks...any empire was just a decoration.

No matter, he'll increase taxes again, and subsidise his military buildup that way. In a decade, the Galactic Empire will have enough ships to crush those Meteors.

But he will need bigger ships. Those new Mandators...yes. A thousand Mandators to crush those Meteors, and retake Muunilinst.

"Emperor, we need to make an example of these revolts on New Plympto and Balmorra" Tarkin said politely, his keen eyes awaiting his order.

"Just the cities, Moff Tarkin. We may need the free land later. And try to avoid reporters this time." Palpatine said, controlling his anger, barely.

"By your command, Emperor" Tarkin replied brusquely, and left to teach those rebels scum a hot lesson.

"And this Trade Federation uprising, around Farstine?" Moff Grant asked, pointing at the holo they received .

"We have our battleships. We have our droids. If Palpatine wants our wealth, let him come and take it."

―Marath Vooro

A mere Vizier, defying the Emperor?

"You heard the insect, Moff Grant. Go and take it. I want that wealth" Palpatine said with a gentle smile.

"It will be done Emperor. If I can take 3 more fleets..."

"One fleet, Moff Grant. There are a hundred more places our ships need to be" the Galactic Emperor commanded, pointing at the door with his new cybernetic hand.

"By your command, Emperor" Moff Grant declared obediently.

Now, let's go and meet that silly B1 Ambassador from the Pef Empire.

"Most exalted Galactic Emperor Palpatine, the Radiant Immortal Pef wishes you glory and wealth. What is that this humble Corsca Ambassador can do for your almighty self?" The droid asked, looking ridiculous with green paint over the face and hands, and blue robes.

"The people of the Galactic Empire need their fair share of the funds that the Pef Empire has repossesed from the Separatists.

Those were in large part Republic credits. And..." he started to say.

"Your eminence, it was by your New Order declaration, that the former Galactic Republic was abolished. If any funds were left at that time in foreign banks, they are now lost. It is basic natural law. Finders keepers. Not to mention, the hardships and horrors of war, that the Pef Empire has endured, at the hands of those greedy corporations. Anything else?" The cheeky droid replied, even interrupting him.

Kriff! What hardships? What horrors? They used mostly droids...

"I understand, Honored Ambassador, but as a Galactic Bank, isn't it natural for credits to loaned, to your gracious neighbours? Not to mention the star destroyer lost, in that deplorable incident..." He argued eloquently. And definitely mentioning the Executrix. no doubt a show of force, to prevent other incursions. He will have to withdraw from Teth as well.

"On the matter of loans, of course a line of credit can be open for the mighty Galactic Empire. We'll even maintain the same interest rates last used for the Galactic Republic. 25% interest rate, annually, and compounded. Please have the Imperial Senate vote on this matter, as soon as you desire the funds. As for that medium cruiser, it was preparing to attack an allied polity. We should notice that your brave stormtroopers were galantly allowed to embark their transport and return to the Galactic Empire. "

The so called Corsca Ambassador replied serenely.

25%! That was a joke for the Republic Senate, not an actual workable loan!

And his Imperial star destroyer was not a medium cruiser, even if it was 12 times smaller that a Meteor...

He will have to rush production of his own dreadnaught, the Eye of Palpatine. Even without a crew. He will use that AI to control the droids.

And the stormtroopers were forced to leave all the tanks and artillery behind! Billions of credits in equipment, donated to those scum wookies!

Including some very new prototypes, now being reverse-engineered by those cheating....

"Very well, Ambassador. A confirmation vote will happen this week. For 40 quadrillion Empire Credits." Palpatine asked greedily.

Even half, even a quarter...

"A line of credit, most exalted Emperor. 1 quadrillion, and nothing more, untill interest is being deposited to the Galactic Bank.

Please show us you can be trusted, with this huge amount of Empire Credits" The Corsca Ambassador replied coldly, almost like a Muun.

Hell, colder than a Muun.

Sith spit!

"Most agreeable, Ambasador. We need to rest now, but I'm sure we'll talk more, next week"

"Once again, we wish you enormous glory, your magnificence. Pleasant dreams, Emperor Palpatine!" the absurd droid Ambassador said politely, then left without a bow.

So rude!

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Planet Atoa, Pef Empire

Nice job B11 Corsca. That was a beautiful play.

Now to my own play. Because all men and women, are merely players. And this man, a player and then some.

"Yes, most beautiful priestess. This is my fate, to marry whomever the Empire needs me to. And compared your beauty and holiness, no woman even comes close. You didn't even hit me once, the whole week I've been here. A paragon of goodness and love, that's who you are, Miss Saro!" I exclaimed dramatically, hugging the nice woman gently with one arm.

"Oh, poor boy. Those harpy princesses are all the same. Greedy for money and abusing their husbands. I'd be happy with just a tender touch, and sometimes a little gift" the priestess replied, returning my hug with shyness.

"You should know, I imported a new technology from some distant race. Perfect for an icy planet like yours. It's called Jacuzzi, and it warms and soothes the body, and can even smooth skin and increase fertility. I will gift you a few hours of use, although you certainly don't need it, my lady. You seem perfectly fertile to me, and more. Please let me show you.." I pleaded with real emotion.

"Well, it does sounds enticing. Should I take a few priestesses with us, or is it just for two?" Lady Saro asked, with some anticipation.

"In theory, it might work for more. But let's not push our luck. If you decide to invite a few beautiful girls next time, I'll think about it. I promise." I answered, absolutely truthful.

These priestesses were truly holy and kind. I will take them all, and worhship them one by one.

Then, shower them with pure love. Then wash the love off and do it again.

Thank you, dear force. You truly blessed me so.

Planet Corellia, Corellian Diktat

20 BBY

"Honored Councilmen. The Radiant Immortal Pef, has entrusted me with this message. As the Republic is no more, your most enlightened polity should reject paying homage to the new Sith Empire, created by Palpatine. We do not advocate military resistance,

but instead a gradual border extension, and economic growth." My Corel droid Ambassador proclaimed, as a grav pallet was dragged inside the Council Hall.

"And how are we to do this? Corellia is no position..." the Diktat started to reply.

"You forget, Honored Councilmen. You are also the winners of the Clone wars. Rendili is just a few jumps away, it is your right to claim that system as spoils of war. Expand to Tinnel and Duro. I have brought you 20 quadrillions of Empire credits. Let the poor immigrants come, and use them. Build ships, like your DP20 frigate , but with 40 missile launchers not just 4. Build the new Strike cruisers that our Empire is building by the thousand. Build shields and defenses. Because the Immortal Pef has seen wars a million times worse coming. Some from inside, some from outside the galaxy. And if you are not ready...there will be no more freedom in the galaxy." The droid proclaimed dramatically, shaking its green hands at the sky.

"20 quadrillions..." the Corellian Councilmen murmured, somewhat surprised at the largesse.

"If you manage to spend it, I have mandate for more, much more. Become strong, friends. The fleets the Pef Empire has guarding Corelia will stay, and be ceded to your use, ship by ship, once you have qualified crew to man them.

With the major shipyards in the Core destroyed, or damaged, Corellia has the lead now. Also, meleenium for durasteel will be provided at any rate you can consume, but not for resale." The droid added, then turned around and left, kicking the lid from the crate full with trillion credit aurodium chips.

More angels sang, as light burst out from the crate, and illuminated the faces of the Corellians with golden smiles.

Ah, money. Things are much easier when you can throw them around like...diamonds?

Huh, I could build myself a spaceship made of diamonds.

I bet the Arkanians will love to sell me that much diamonds.

Hmmm. About money...

'Wialu, do you need anything there, on Teta?' I asked a bit concerned.

'A trillion credits for now, or ten. Just rooting out the local Sith club. They make nice pendants and amulets though. Recursive algorithms casting various spells. Really nice stuff.' My Voice said proudly. Huh, still draining more poor Sith wanna-be's

'Keep the prince alive. We may need a scapegoat someday' I advised her, since I already knew.

'Gah, you cheating droid! Why do you know these things, from 70 thousands light years away?'

'The Force?' I answered with a shrug.

'And what are you doing on Tatooine?' She demanded, in her other voice.

'Draining a Rakata...really nice stuff.' I answered amused.

'Lucky you. These guys suck...' Wialu complained, as if increasing her own strength by half wasn't enough.

Planet Tatooine. Pef Empire.

20 BBY

This Rakata guy isn't alive. But not dead either, The Imprisoned One is a memory imprint, or worse. It's a Mind prison which has an interior composed of an infinite expanse of white nothingness but with some rudimentary access to the outside world.

If I was organic, or didn't come prepared, this thing would have possibly taken me over.

I just held the soul snare in front, and let the Rakata criminal flow in, thinking he was escaping.

Quite strong in the force too, almost half my strength, even powered by that huge crystal from Mimban.

And let's drain the sucker...

Wow, jackpot. Nanotech expert, and of Rakatan nanobots, bending quantum strings into letters, and writing new natural laws.

Not a good scientist, or even a competent criminal, but still...useful.

And he knows so many force skills too. Well. Half as many as I know already, but different. More...sadistic.

Using nanobots to re-write brains? Duh.

Who does that? And why bother?

Flashing memory holograms work better, and don't make zombies, anymore...

You can print aurodium. Or platinum or whatever.

Just need a huge energy source. Like that energy crystal I confiscated on Mygeeto.

Now, that's done...let see what he knows about Sharu and Kwa...

Just how to catch Kwa super-soldiers in mind traps. Well, who knows, I might find one of them too.

People just don't die very well in this galaxy.

'And I'm very grateful for that, Immortal Pef' Lira, my Togruta Voice, once reborn, commented wisely.

'Wait...Immortal Pef. You can bring me back to life?' the Rakata asked, somehow sensing my Voice bond. Ah, essence listen. Nice skill.

'Look mister shark. The evil Rakata, who terrified the whole galaxy and murdered trillions, they thought you such an insane criminal, that they built this nice mind trap, and locked you inside, not to be released ever. So, you tell me. Will I bring you back to life?' I asked him back, using the same language as the Selkath from Manaan, the kelto making planet used. Cause yea, still a Rakata colony, with some Rakata artifacts hidden about.

'Ehhh. if you put it that way...I guess not' the Rakata muttered, then disappeared, his essence drained.

And now I had a huge cave, with this box called the Mind Prison, hundreds of dedicated cadavers of some miners, and a billion nanobots, floating about looking for organic brains to turn into zombies.

Sigh. These were the guys who chased down the killiks?

Gather round, my new soldier nanadroids. Tatooine has too much sand. Let's make some mirrors, and reduce the heat a little.

After the sand is outside the atmosphere guys, don't rush!

See, you lousy Anakin? You could have eradicated this sand yourself, instead of complaining to your girlfriend that 'it's getting everywhere' Damn emo.

Now I have to organize a kidnapping and 'miraculous conception' and impregnate Padme with your frozen love.

Just because you hated sand.

Hate is bad! It lead you to the dark side...and a funeral pyre, a bit earlier than before.

At least this time, if you come back as a ghost, your age and ghost aspect will fit.

You didn't see Luke growing 70 years younger as a ghost, did you? You did not. I had to do something.

So retconning the canon, with a nuclear bomb seemed appropriate. Thank Lucas, for the great idea!

Plus, as a young female slave, Shmi was likely raped countless times. That wasn't truly an immaculate conception, was it?

Not like I'm gonna do it. Say thank you dear force.

You'll get your Luke back, to toy with and smack down a thousand times.

But I'm keeping the girl. My Leia won't dance in no mail bikini for no Hutt.

Unless Peffy gets elected Hutt leader somehow.

Eh, not even that hard. I have 455 plans to take over the Hutts.

Though plan 1 will work anyway. Money.

Now, let's finish whatever details I have to fix on Tatooine.

'I found the starmap on Manaan, Pef. But it needs someone...a mammal I guess' Solana whispered in the bond.

Of course it does. More organic brains to mess with. Stupid Rakata.

Hey look, a huge Kryat dragon, guarding another starmap, here on Tatooine.

Yes yes, my dear nanobots, you can take over his brain. See, I can be generous!

Now let's open him up...Kyber crystals!

What a surprise...what can I do with a 50 centimeter kyber crystal?

Eh, they can make lasers and ion guns stronger.

And a huge lightsaber for my Titans.

Say...100 meters long. Or more? Possibly 200 meters.

We'll see.

I know, I said the flashlights are stupid. But that's because they're too small!

If I make the beam 3 meters thick and 200 meters long...now it's a close defense weapon, or it can cut mountains to make new passes, or make roads on Kashyyyk . And dig out geonosian hives. Also, it will look absolutely fabulous.

Never forget that something cool is better than just functional. If you're rich enough.

'I want a big Titan too. It would be much nicer than just a droid to pilot' Luxum confessed with an embarrassed tone.

See! Thousands of Shards will want to be the living heart of a Titan, leading the Empire Legions in battle. From well behind the lines.

But imagine a Niman adept, throwing a 200 meter long plasma blade at some enemies, and then have it boomerang back in its huge Titan hand.

Cool? Hell yes!

Redforge, Pef Empire

20 BBY, 3 weeks later.

The vote for the quadrillion credits loan passed in the Imperial Senate, with only 78 delegates being executed for opposing it.

Padme Skywalker escaped with the aid of masked strangers, and has fled to Mandalore, although she doesn't remembers the trip much. The stress was too high, and she had never slept better. For 48 hours, no less.

On Coruscant, certain military units of the new Imperial Army have risen in revolt, leading to open fighting, on the streets and the underground levels.

"The Imperial Crematorium. Each transport carries twenty dead Imperials. In the time that we have been here, nearly one hundred officers and troopers have been reduced to ash."

―Gentis

A former general in the Republic army, the man had enough, after witnessing the callous way the Galactic Empire burned the fallen soldiers to ash. Including his sons.

Gentis began a rebellion, aided by former subordinates, and the new classes of graduating Imperial Cadets, throwing explosives all over the capital. The officer's club, various Stormtroopergarrisons, the Comm Towers, and a supply depot were all destroyed. Imperial Plaza became ground zero in the battle that erupted, as "terrorist" forces—in truth, hundreds of the newly graduated cadets—swarmed through the city streets, fighting with the Empire's clone forces.

Other forces joined in, the Gray Paladin group, and militant members of Whiplash , whose identities were always unknown, but were very well armed and trained and informed.

Even though Emperor Palpatine had 10 Stormtrooper legions on Coruscant, the magnitude of the attack was much worse than he had envisioned. A dozen Inquisitors and over 500 high ranking officers, including 3 Moffs were ambushed and killed, and several secrets laboratories were burned to the ground.

Dal Perhi , the Vigo of the Black Sun criminal group, and hundreds of his lieutenants and bodyguards were also killed, possibly because they clashed with the Jedi before.

A dozen female Jedi and Gray Paladins vanished from the Imperial Intelligence's surveillance as the their very headquarters, the ISB Central Office was hit with a barrage of proton torpedoes, followed by incendiary missiles lobed into the holes left by the torpedoes.

At least a thousand data analysts and competent slicers died in the attack, while the data servers were copied and then purged by a vicious cyberattack. The insult was followed by a proton bomb detonated underneath the complex, creating a large sinkhole that the whole complex crashed down into.

However, the revolt was put down efficiently, after the Emperor himself took command and directed the counter attacks.

It was however, too late. The tallest building on Coruscant, named Emperor Palpatine Surgical Reconstruction Center was also targeted by the Jedi, and was toppled with a proton bomb at its foundations.

The name Whiplash was painted on a thousand streets and high rise buildings, with some kind of insidious paint, that just won't come off! Metal plates had to be welded over that paint.

Other slogans were written by masked men on cultural and art institutions, claiming Palpatine is a Sith Lord and worships demonic beings, and rapes small babies before breakfast.

Preposterous! The experiments on babies were done at night, not in the morning. Although, during night is technically before breakfast...

Anyway, a dozen jedi were killed in the attacks, though the loss of the Sith and Jedi relics from the secret meditation chamber was incalculable.

Even the neutral's Galactic Bank building, and the embassy of the Pef Empire, was painted with slogans asking to deny loans for the tyrant and his regime.

Let's hope the cold and callous droid bankers won't care about this smidge on their sovereignty, and stop the loans completely.

This was the work of isolated individuals, driven mad by grief and greed.

"Very nice work, Colonels Arnold and Bond. What about the actual Culexus operative, who masterminded the operation?"

I asked my Assassinorum Triumvirs.

"His escape route, with his rescued females as cargo, goes through Dorin, then Ithor. After that, he'll stop on Mandalore to pick any newcomers, and return victorious" Triumvir Bond replied in a competent tone.

"Okay Honored Triumvir, advise our Whiplash friends of the danger of engaging the Galactic Empire on Coruscant itself, and evacuate as many, to other large population worlds. " I said with tired sigh. You don't hide people in jungles, you hide them between billion others.

"Already being done, Droid Emperor. The Fibonacci-compatible females will be delivered, for your Avatar to impregnate." Triumvir Arnold replied in the new austrian accent I made for him.

"Great, remember though, positive deviations in the chest area are not a disqualifier. The children get better nourishment from larger chests"

"Re-organizing, 14 more specimens of Coruscant comply with new parameters. New operation code: Lactis. Biometric scans updated. This unit also has a new request" Bond spoke politely.

"Sure thing, Triumvir Bond." I said curious.

"Additional budget of 28 trillions. Female agents may prove 25% more effective, once chest enhancements are complete. Also, they can begin replication, generating new agents for minimal costs.

So, 100 million agents, recruited and trained from local backgrounds, then generously improved. The cost includes more than just silicone implants. It's training and equipment and weapons and encrypted coms."

The Culexus Assassin droid said, very wisely.

"Approved, for the good of the Empire!. Now go, I have war Titans and a new Terminator T900 power armor to build." I ordered, trying to focus on the Rakata nanobots.

"I want one too, Emperor. And a thousand Hydra armors with the new Taozin nodules , for my agents." Triumvir Arnold demanded gruffly.

"Of course, my loyal followers. Both of you, and the Third Hand behind me will receive the new armor. You know I share with my friends." I proclaimed grandly.

"Cheating droid. There's no way you could have sensed me. Not today!" My Third Hand exclaimed in fake anger. Or real anger, no idea.

"Why are you here, my friend?" I wondered curious, while pouring him a drink.

"The Bendu operation is complete. The Order of Dai Bendu , along with their families, was extracted from Ando Prime and relocated to Sanctuary. The mighty Bendu is very pleased." he replied with a smug voice.

"And the Pathfinder-class scout ship ?"

"We have a few units already. Two of them en route to Redforge, for your purview and two more were sent at Land Warrior RD. The next ones will go to Malagarr and Sol V." the Black Ops Triumvir replied in a most professional tone, jumping on the couch and stealing my brandy bottle.

Good. The same type of tech that the Rakata force-field used, to redirect the energy of incoming fire from shields to weapons. After I fixed all the problems bound to come, as with every new technology, my ships will have shields five times stronger. Not too shabby.

Now I could upgrade all my ships with that tech. But first, the Titans.