Centerpoint station, Corellian space.

19 BBY

"The whole system? That's impossible. No one could generate an interdiction field that big."

―Leia Organa Solo

Being inside the Killik space station is like being in a mall full of nice toys, and a whorehouse and a museum at once.

You guessed already who was on the special team exploring the spacestation, in exchange for some 500 star systems, which we 'gave' to Corellia.

Not like they were ours to begin with...but anyway, 2 trillion people should help Corellia grow strong, as soon as the hive cities were mostly emptied out, and distributed on inhabitable planets. Even in the Core, there were millions of planets with only a few million people. They could be used more intelligently, right?

Sure, my Empire received some 10 billion immigrants so far, but it was just a drop. Only the really poor and desperate, and sometimes criminals, would choose to emigrate outside the Core.

But those planets that Corellia received, were all in the Core, with some in the Deep Core and Colonies, but still viewed as high class.

Add to that thousands more systems used only for mining, and at once they became a good ally.

It will take them some time to build up and adjust, but it was a start.

Now, let's see. A Null quantum field generator strong enough to blockade the entire Corellian sector. Nice work, Son and Daughter.

What else? Tractor beams, repulsor beams, engines, hyperdrives, Teleport beams...

Man, this was the find of the millennium.

Now, some calculations, and adjustments, setting Corellian planets Talus and Tralus on new orbits, independent of the station. Select a few hundred asteroids from nearby systems, and form a small belt, for the Corellian shipyards.

And select Vanquo for a destination...and jump.

Centerpoint Station stolen successfully!

Now let's select a few planets from Kessel to orbit Vanquo star.

And lock them with a Hyperwave inertial momentum sustainer . And jump. Come to daddy.

There! 3 new planets, brand new! Two of them were already Pef planets, but they were wasted in Kessel. In the Grey Paladins' system, they'll be able to support food and recruits for the whole Chapterhouse.

Adjust the new system balance, to keep the new orbits safe, and well into the golden band of life.

Energy reserves low, since it needed a force nexus, and I kinda depleted the energy stores. Okay then.

Select Corsin and engage hyperdrives. We'll arrive there the slow way, like a ship.

'Pef, you're going to steal planets from around the galaxy, and make new trade hubs?' Lira asked me in the bond, a bit flabbergasted.

'Well. Only a few. Can't abuse this as much as I want, since it draws very strongly in the force. But I can move these 15 planets from Kessel, to a safer and richer route' I explained with an inner smile.

'Stealing 15 quintillion credits wasn't enough eh? You're stealing spacestations and planets now...' Luxum said with a worried tone. I blame GTA! My formative years were strange...

'Well... I asked permission first, and paid the Corellians well. Not like it was doing anything there...' I explained politely, then lost myself exploring the tech wonder of the Centerpoint.

Still, the inside of the station was now quite hot and Glowpoint was radiating enough energy to melt all the dwellings left behind by previous occupants.

And the controls were still the kind of hive mind interface, that my numerical ability pyramid had.

Very likely that only a Killiks Joiner or an AI with technopathic power could use this thing as intended.

But reverse engineering this marvel...not likely. 90% of the artifacts here were force-powered somehow, and the rest used gravity and hyperspace manipulations.

And at Corsin, I'll look for some nice, rich asteroids to steal, and make some shipyards and spacestations, since those immigrant people will need work.

Hmmm, at Algunnis system there was a huge asteroid field made by dozens of crushed planets.

And planet Makeb was in Hutt Space, but uninhabited now and with its deep core made of Isotope-5 . A really great source of energy, for droids and ships.

Yea, I could bring it to Corsin, way in the comet cloud, but close enough to be mined and exploited.

The asteroids in Hoth system, could be stolen as well. Yea, those asteroids, where Han Solo hid inside a slug, with the mynocks.

This really was an amazing artifact.

I will have to install the Rakata forcefield from the Celestial River cruiser on it, and some weapons.

Just imagine, a frozen planet somewhere. A few adjustments, and that planet will be temperate or warm.

Rich planets far away, brought next to the shipyards and the workforce.

Amazing!

I was now truly a Celestial myself.

'Not really, Immortal Pef. Much disturbance you have caused, young one. Killed the Chosen One. We shall meet and test you, soon enough' A strong voice, reverberated from inside the Glowpoint reactor.

Right. The Adams family Father.

Duh, if you really believed that fake prophecy, you're not a Celestial either, overgrown insect!

'I heard that!'

"Still dying of old age eh. Chased away by the Rakata, with their crude weapons. You won't like what I do, when we do meet, oh Father and Husband of Abeloth. Pray it won't be soon" I spoke out loud wishing I had a mouth to eat popcorn with.

Oh wait! Peffy had a mouth...only he was quite busy with it.

Sigh. Diplomacy is hard work.

Corsin system, Pef Empire.

On board Centerpoint Station

Installing the Rakata forcefield takes some work, since the shape and the size of the station is not at all compatible.

Come now, semi-sentient AI, just make an oval field, 400 kilometers in length. Not so hard...

Eh. Took almost a week, and all the knowledge I could, including using the Overseer droid to bark orders in Rakata's own language.

That worked better than I imagined. Must be some poor slave enteched inside, brainwashed to obey certain commands.

But the forcefield is so thin, only on former Rakata planets will be of any use. Sigh.

Also, the Sith Empire didn't listen to our warnings, and decided to test biological weapons on Dentaal

possibly trying to vanish the rebellious groups there. In a few days, all the population will be gone. Dead, I mean. At least 10 billion people.

Well then, lucky I have a solution.

Lock onto that planet, cover it into hyperwave immersion shields and bring it here.

And let's deploy nano-viruses to analyze and counteract this Candorian plague .

And who is wearing biosuits? You there. Let's take them off, for now. See how you like breathing your own plague mister Crix Madine and your commando troops.

No, you can't suicide. I promised you will suffer for eternity. And thus you will.

Now, There's about 50 thousand imperial troops and their walkers and ships on the planet and in low orbit, but unfortunately, they are in Pef space now, and thus subject to my laws.

Let's gather them all, while I organize a few gatherings and explain to the 10 billion people what happened. Slicing through all the ongoing holovids and datapads.

"Citizens of Dentaal, this is Emperor Pef, of the Pef Empire. You may notice the Galactic Army troops being gathered forcefully in your largest cities plazas. That is because they didn't listen. Releasing bioweapons is a capital offense for all involved, from design, production and actual usage.

The penalty is death, and worse. Torment for all eternity. Counteragents for the Candorian plague they have released, will be administered to the Dentaal population, free of charge.

The Imperial Army will not be given such mercy, and instead left to suffer, until they die. And those who ordered this crime will have their soul extracted and punished.

Also, be advised that your planet was moved temporarily to the Corsin system. Please let me know if the majority desires to return your planet to the previous orbit or perhaps remain here. Good day."

And now, let's find out, who is actually involved, what labs, what doctors, what officers.

And make their name and locations public. And announce their fate to my media and other neutral sites.

Huh, more and more such stormtroopers and officers begin being landed in the largest plazas, and people start gathering to stare at them.

Mister governor Taliff and your staff, please join the nice group in the capital Calif City .

And let's lower a few soul snares for the next part.

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Moon Jedha, Pef Empire

Jedha City

I am walking the streets of Najedha like a pilgrim, in my power armor. Nobody notices me, with the huge diversity around here.

The people are one thing, but the town, with its walls and temples, reminds me of holy cities back home, in the future. Markets and bazaars, peddlers and holy men.

Some trinkets they sell actually glow in the force. I bought a few hundreds pendants and bracelets, doing my duty to increase commerce in the Empire.

But the huge and ancient skyscraper glows the brightest.

This Temple of the Kyber is a wonder of the galaxy. The nearby Dome of Deliverance too, but only for religious people.

There must be a million pilgrims here, from all over the galaxy, from thousands of cults.

Some of them are even death cults like Central Isopter . I'll have to see what's so nice about them, beside the cool clothes.

Other cults, like Church of the Contained Crescent and Clan of the Toribota or the Brotherhood of the Beatific Countenance are more benign, I guess. Their leader, The High Priest also renounced his name, and follows only the force, much like Zero and Zao. And here, I am myself just like him, Avatar. A rank and not a name.

"In darkness I follow the light and find my way to the beginning again, and again, and again."

Sajar Ohmo told me when I asked what was his quest.

Hard to make sense, what's real or not, on his moon. I won't know for sure until I learn all they know. And there is much to learn here.

The Church of the Force is just hogwash Jedi worship, figured that out in 10 minutes, but the really important ones are the Disciples of the Whills whose members wore simple red robes like Silvanie Phest .

Tomorrow I will also meet the Guardians of the Whills . They use wooden sticks and bows to patrol the city, but they do not use any of the four types of Force that I know. So it is true after all.

".... I was trying to have the story be told by somebody else (an immortal being known as a Whill); there was somebody watching this whole story and recording it, somebody probably wiser than the mortal players in the actual events. ..." George Lucas said back in my memories, but it seems it was true.

There is a fifth Force and it's the Whill.

The one who actually wills things to happen, and tells stories to those who listen. Or perhaps to himself. Much like me.