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Star Wars: Confederacy Triumphant Ch. 01

By: nazgul109



45 Years After the Droid Wars

Obi-Wan Kenobi, Head of State of the Confederacy of Independent Systems, sat at the central Council table. Around him sat the most wealthy and powerful individuals in the galaxy, all silently appraising the holographic image displayed before assembled Confederate leaders. At the center of the table, the holo-image of a moon's decaying orbit illuminated the dimly lit room with an ominous red glow. As Kenobi pensively stroked his ragged white beard, the orbit decayed every further towards the helpless planet Sernpidal.

"What is the moon called again?" asked Sentepeth Findos, Viceroy of the Trade Federation.

"Dobido" Wat Tambor answered in his metallic voice.

Looking at Tambor, Obi-Wan shook his head in dismay at the Skakoan. The techno-union leader had just undergone a complete life energy transfer into a droid body through the newest Ssi-ruuk entechment process. In place of an environmental pressure suit cutting him off from the world, he was now forever encased in a completely artificial body. A shining example to the galaxy of the Confederacy's wisdom in admitting their new Ssi-ruuk allies to the Council. Well...at least the man didn't have to manually adjust his voice modulator any longer.

"Standby..." Gizor the Tenacious hissed and popped in staccato Geonosian as he relayed remote commands from his Council chair to tactical droid TA-175 commanding the distant space station Gunray. "Standby..."

Suddenly a new moon, a steel moon, appeared upon the holographic viewer before the assembly as the massive, spherical Gunray entered range. It descended upon Dobido with unnatural speed that defied solar gravitation.

At once, the Gunray fired its massive weapon. The holographic image before the Confederate Council could hardly do justice to what the citizens of Sernpidal looked up and witnessed at that moment. Just as many on the doomed world gave in to despair and screamed out to the heavens for deliverance from the impending cataclysm, their prayers were suddenly answered by a green blast of laser light that streaked across the sky and slammed into the descending moon. The explosion was stupendous, throwing an entire world into chaos as the gravitational pull of their moon was suddenly eliminated forever by the breathtaking blast of the super-weapon. What was a single moon instantly became a thousand small fragments of rock which descended into the planet's atmosphere.

A collective cheer rang through the Council Chamber. Even the newest member of the Council, the normally reserved Ssk-ruuk E'Thinaa, began twitching his nasal tentacles excitedly as the mood in the room became infectious. Banking Clan Chairman Graemon put down his dianogan tea and turned to embrace the Corporate Alliance Magistrate Denaria Kee. Commerce Guild Presidente Aril Nunb was enthusiastically congratulating Gizor the Tenacious, who was buzzing with pride at the only remaining holo-image before the Council: Sernpidal orbited by its new metal moon , its savior, the massive super-laser Gunray.

Only Kenobi remained seated and silent. The old man's glowing yellow eyes blazed beneath his tattered black hood as he examined the descending fragments of Dobido's remains, now entering Sernpidal's atmosphere.

As the assembly one by one noticed the searing glare of their Head of State, they all grew fearfully silent. Although he was the precisely strong leader they needed in these harrowing times, the Council all knew well enough to fear ever crossing the powerful Force user.

Stroking his white beard, Obi-Wan sat forward in his chair.

"How many fragments will hit the planet?" 

"It...is impossible to predict." Gizor the Tenacious twittered nervously as he studied the fragments. "But surely some destruction is unavoidable. The important thing is that we have saved the planet itself."

There were assembled murmurs of agreement. Obi-Wan's cold voice cut through it all.

"Unavoidable..." He scowled. "Bring him in. Now."

The automated door hissed open, letting in more recycled air to the room that served as center of government of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. Through the door came the fearful visage of General Grievous, Supreme Commander of the Droid Armies. A strange, ophidian creature was coiled around the general's waist, near his trophy lightsabers.

The General held in his grip an alien whose species none of the Council had ever before laid eyes upon. Whispers filled the Council table as the droid general brought his captive before his assembled leaders. The creature was beaten and bleeding, clearly Grievous's brutal handiwork. A broken and cracked shell-like armor encased the powerful body of the defeated alien.

Obi-Wan narrowed his yellow eyes at the strange alien before him as Grievous proudly strode up upon the Council table and walked right onto the holo-emitters in the center. Sentepeth Findos wrinkled his mouth in annoyance, deactivating the holographic imager and watching pensively as Grievous's claw-like droid feet scratched the surface of the expensive table. 

Grievous released his captive and dropped him violently onto the center of the circular table, displaying his trophy for all to behold.

"I found this slime on Belkadan." Grievous announced in his synthesized voice. "He used bio-technology to unleash an ecological disaster upon the planet."

"Huh!" Sentepeth Findos chortled. "I trust now he realizes just who he is up against!"

The battered creature pulled his bald head up to glare directly at the Viceroy who withered under the malevolent stare. Kenobi examined the unknown alien closely, noting the numerous scars across the back of its head and exposed skin. Clearly not all of these wounds had been inflicted by Grievous. Some appeared to be decades old. But stranger still was the complete lack of any sense in the Force emanating from the creature. Almost as if this strange being were completely devoid of the Force.

"I am Yomin Carr." The alien announced proudly to the assembly. Sentepeth Findos nearly hid behind his seat at the sound of the creature's voice. "The harbinger of doom. I am the beginning of the end of your..."

Grievous cut off the alien's words, stepping down on his back violently, crushing him onto the table with disdain. 

"You must realize..." Grievous growled at his prey, "...that it is you who are doomed."

"I am but the tip of the amphistaff fang." Yomin Carr gasped under the cyborg's merciless leg. "The Praetorite Vong shall tear through your worlds like—"

"Yomin Carr." Obi-Wan demanded as he stood from his chair and began slowly pacing around the table to face the alien warrior.

Grievous released his foot from Carr allowing him to raise his bleeding head to face Kenobi. Carr's defiant gaze was met with the burning malice of Kenobi's dark power.

"You are going to be executed for your crimes on Belkadan." He explained as if addressing a petulant child. "But before that, you are going to witness the utter annihilation of your invading force in this galaxy."

Carr spat upon the table. 

"My people are coming for you all."

"Your people," Obi-Wan explained casually, "Are all going to die."

At the sound of footsteps entering the room, Kenobi turned to face the late arrival. The only other person in the galaxy who could freely come and go as she pleased from a Council meeting entered clad in dark flowing robes of the finest quality. She glided into the room silently, her striking beauty and auburn hair matched only by the lithe grace of her slim body. 

"Lady Lumiya," Obi-Wan nodded as she came to the side of her dark master , "So good of you to join us."

"Have I missed anything...entertaining?"

"Our triumph at Sernpidal." Obi-Wan explained, as Lumiya shamelessly entangled herself around his body. "We destroyed the moon before this scum's people could bring it down upon the world itself."

The Dark Lady appraised the bleeding alien on the table before them.

"Strange..." she whispered. "I don't sense him though the Force at all."

"Interesting isn't it?" Obi-Wan replied.

"He looks fit." Lumiya disentwined herself from Obi-Wan and approached Yomin Carr, her eyes dancing over his muscular body. "Do you suppose he is their idea of a warrior?"

Yomin Carr raised his head to glare at the red-head.

"I am of the Praetorite Vong. You are unworthy to use the word warrior in my presence."

"He has fire..." Lumiya admired as she circled behind the seats of the Council, appraising Yomin Carr. "...let me have him for a while."

"Or perhaps..." Chairman Graemon interjected slyly as his thin Muunilist face smirked at Lumiya, "We should keep him here to witness our impending victory at Helska 4."

Yomin Carr turned quickly to face Graemon at the mention of the very planet that housed his growing fleet. The Muun smirked wickedly, seeing that his taunt had indeed shaken up the alien warrior.

"Just let me kill him now." General Grievous implored as he hoisted Yomin Carr back into the air with his hideous droid strength.

"Twisted abomination!" Carr screamed as he struggled helplessly to strike at the cyborg.

"Yes..." Lumiya smiled as she gazed closer at Yomin Carr. "Fire indeed. I want him."

"How long until the Tyranus is in range?" Obi-Wan asked Gizor the Tenacious.

"Three hours, seventeen minutes." 

"More than enough time for what I have in mind." She turned, smiling wickedly to her master.

"I never could keep up with your appetites." Kenobi conceded, gesturing to Yomin Carr with an open hand. "He is yours...for now."

Lumiya smiled as Grievous threw Yomin Carr off the table onto the floor in front of her. At once two IG series droid guards took hold of the battered alien and began dragging him to the exit. Yomin Carr seemed to go wild at the touch of the powerful MagnaGuards, struggling in vain to break free.

"And Lady..." Obi-Wan called over his shoulder as the auburn-haired beauty began walking after her new prize. "Be sure to return him alive. I want him to witness our complete victory today."

"Oh he'll be alive." Lumiya called over her shoulder as she followed her captive out of the room. "I'll have him eating out of my hand..."



Yomin Carr struggled to focus his eyes on the cruel woman before him. She starred at him with a vital intensity that he had seen before in the eyes of hungry beasts. Shaking the haze from his battered head, he focused on the pain coursing through his body. Today, pain was not at all hard to find, after his disastrous battle with the monstrosity Grievous on Belkadan. Only in a galaxy polluted with the worst kind of blasphemous infidels could such a mechanical abomination even be conceived of, much less given form. Reflecting on the battle, Carr still could not believe just how fast the monstrous creature had been. How quickly it had improvised and adapted to his amphistaff attacks. And worst of all, how completely unassailable its four-bladed assault had proven.

Now, the once proud Yuuzhan Vong warrior floated in front of an alien woman, utterly defeated. His body had been stripped naked, his vonduun crab armor taken away for study by some unholy analysis droids.

"So fascinating..." Lumiya mused as she continued starring at her naked captive. "I can't sense you...I can't even seem to affect you..."

"You do affect me." he spat. "You make me sick."

Lumiya laughed and took a step closer. Carr tried to strike but was restrained by some insidious piece of inorganic technology. A blue haze surrounded his feet and wrists, holding him firmly.

"But you're not cloaking yourself the way I do." Lumiya admitted. "You simply don't exist in the Force. It makes you an interesting challenge."

"You are nothing compared to me."

"You'll find that you've got that backwards."

Yomin Carr struggled to break free and kill the insolent female. The room around him was lavishly decorated, no doubt reflecting the opulence and weakness of this woman and her entire diseased galaxy. 

"Wondering why I have force field restraints here in my private quarters?" Lumiya asked as she began unclasping her dress. "You're hardly the first man I've broken in this room."

It was Yomin Carr's turn to laugh. If this alien female intended to...torture him, she was in for a rude awakening.

His laughing ceased as he watched Lumiya continue to disrobe. She was sensuous and graceful as she slid out of her attire. Her body was a perfect combination of athletic strength and lithe grace. Despite his initial revulsion, Yomin Carr had to admit, he found her form attractive. She had nothing like the beauty of a Yuuzhan Vong woman, and her body was ridiculously bereft of any scars or tattoos. But a male of any species could still feel her allure. Indeed Yomin Carr found himself wishing to be the first to add a few scars to her flawless skin.

"You like my body." Lumiya announced, standing completely nude before him. "I can see it in your eyes even if I can't touch your mind."

Yomin Carr snorted. She would get nothing she desired from him. 

Lumiya's eyes roamed down over the proud warrior's body. He was a monument to torment. It was clear from the years of abuse covering his physique. But his muscles and conditioning impressed the Dark Lady. As did his ample alien cock.

"You seem to embrace pain." Lumiya observed as she stepped even closer and trailed her fingers down Yomin's rock hard abdomen. "Do you use it to make yourself stronger?"

Yomin wanted to remain silent, but his pride in his species was burning stronger within him than ever. Alone in this profane technological nightmare, the only thing he had left in his ignominious defeat was the pride of his birthright.

"Of course it makes me stronger. It is the way the gods speak to me." He announced proudly. "You have no concept of pain in this galaxy. But you will soon. All of you will."

"And what if this here is what I'm interested in?" Lumiya asked slyly as her hand cupped his hanging cock. "Do you think you have the strength down here to satisfy me?"

Yomin hissed behind his teeth at the blasphemous female daring to impurify his cock with her hand. He focused himself and denied his body any pleasure as she squeezed him gently.

"Oh you can fight against it if you want." Lumiya teased, reaching down and cupping his balls with her left hand as she continued gently squeezing and pulling at his dick with her right. "But the real test here is if you are man enough to please me."

"You disgust me, you alien scum."

He was not growing hard. He controlled his reactions and focused his mind on the glorious coming victory of the Yuuzhan Vong. This alien female was nothing to him. He let his mind drift away, ignoring her gentle ministrations.

Suddenly Lumiya violently squeezed and twisted Yomin's testicles in her hand. The Yuuzhan Vong warrior gasped involuntarily as waves of blinding pain shot through his body, bringing stars to his vision. As she opened her hand slightly and twisted down on him again, a fresh blast of exhilaration radiated through to his very core. Yomin found himself panting from the intensity of the waves of pain that she had given him.

"Well now..." Lumiya whispered. "Look at that..."

Yomin opened his eyes and followed her gaze down to his crotch. His cock was fully erect in response to her attack. He silently cursed as he saw the look of triumph on the young woman's face.

"Did you really think you'd be so hard to understand?" Lumiya cooed as she slid close to the side of his face and slowly bit down on his pointed ear. The bite drew blood, and sent another wave of burning pain through Carr, giving him a stronger erection than ever. "I know a masochist when I see one." 

Yomin could not believe that this seemingly weak female had so quickly intuited how to arouse a Yuuzhan Vong male. Although at times over the past few months he had occasional sexual fantasies involving Danni Quee, he had simply dismissed them as an aspect of his extreme isolation in this galaxy. To be completely and fully aroused by an alien female was something he had never considered a true possibility.

Lumiya reached up and pressed in on Yomin's wounded arm, badly mangled from his dual with the half-machine Grievous. Finding just the right spot where the bone had been cracked, Lumiya pressed in firmly with her thumb. Yomin's eyes rolled back into his head as fresh pulses of pain exploded through his nerve endings. 

Looking up into her hungry eyes he watched, amazed, as she somehow began levitating right off the ground, suspended in the air by some invisible force. Yomin wondered if she was using some hidden dovin basal-type technology to suspend herself in midair but there seemed to be no such blasphemous device anywhere nearby. He could suddenly feel her legs rising up to envelope his lower body as she coiled herself around his backside.

Looking down, Lumiya took hold of his fully erect cock and guided it between her seething wet pussy lips. Yomin watched in shock as she slowly glided in midair onto his waiting dick. Releasing his broken arm, the pale woman laid back on empty space itself and forced his cock into her body completely.

"How?" Yomin stammered, amazed at her incredible display of levitation. "How are you doing this?"

"You take your strength from pain, Yomin Carr." She whispered as she slid back, positioned horizontally to his upright body, then lowered herself again slowly onto his erect cock. "I take mine from the Force."

Yomin had been in this galaxy long enough to hear of the Force. He considered it just another pitiful false religion of this accursed place. Yet here before him, was a display of a power he simply could not understand.

Reaching up to grasp his shoulders, Lumiya began to slide herself onto him more forcefully. Her eyes took on a feral aspect as she licked the small trail of blood from Yomin's ear across her lips. Lumiya pressed down on his shoulders harder, sending a jolt of fresh pain through the Yuuzhan Vong, ensuring that his large cock stayed hard inside of her.

"Huhhh yes...uhhh you are a warrior aren't you?" She chanted as she began hammering herself onto his dick with more and more vigor. "Prove it to me...huhhh...prove your strength...warrior."

She had been careless. Yomin turned his head and bit down on the meaty part of the woman's hand as hard as he could. He intended to rip as much flesh from her as he could get and end this little contest decisively. Instead he felt his teeth suddenly strike something far denser than bone just under the skin of Lumiya's hand. Still tearing as much skin as he could, he pulled back his bite to assess the damage he had inflicted. 

"Ohhh! That's it..." Lumiya exclaimed as she appraised the bite marks on her hand. She reached up and wiped her blood down Yomin Carr's dazed face, marking him.

"Don't you...know that..." she gasped as her legs tightened around Yomin's waist. "...we like it rough in this galaxy too?"

Looking at the hand, Yomin was amazed. Although there was some blood, his bite had barely inflicted any injury at all.

Suddenly Lumiya sat up and brought herself face to face with her Yuuzhan Vong captive. She began pummeling herself up and down, propelled by that same invisible force that let her fuck herself onto him with seemingly no muscular effort.

"Come on, fuck me!" She screamed angrily. "Show me your strength! Fuck me!"

Yomin may have been of a different species. Even from another galaxy. But he responded to this challenge to his manhood as any male of any species would. He began thrusting up into her, meeting her body with his own hip movements.

"Yes!" Lumiya exclaimed triumphantly "Do it to me!"

The red-head began to throw her hair from side to side erratically, her face contorted in pleasure as her entire body began to tremble. She suddenly buried her face onto Yomin Carr's shoulder and bit down fiercely onto his neck. 


Star Wars: Confederacy Triumphant Ch. 01



The combination of pleasure and pain was too much for even the mighty Yuuzhan Vong. He felt himself unloading into her shaking body. His cock erupted up into her, sending fresh waves of tremors through Lumiya as she whimpered and shook with her own orgasm. The two gasped together as their bodies lost control for a short eternity of bliss. Then gradually it subsided.

Lumiya pulled her face back and slowly levitated backwards, looking down as Yomin Carr's cock slid obscenely out of her, trailing cum down her body and onto the pristine metal floor. Smiling up at him she raised her bleeding hand to his face.

Yomin starred at the perfect imprint of his teeth on her hand and the torn flesh he had rended. Beneath the skin was the hideous silver shine of metal and inorganic technology. Yomin felt himself becoming nauseous as he realized just who and what he had copulated with.

His stomach seemed to drop as he recognized he was now forever tainted. Still looking at the wounded hand, he watched as the bleeding quickly subsided. Before his eyes the torn skin repaired itself and the teeth imprints began to shrink and heal. Miraculously, the wound turned lighter and lighter until even the scar tissue faded away. Turning her hand back to her mouth, Lumiya licked the blood away and placed her hand again before his face to show that she was completely healed. Yomin starred in complete awe and dread at the display.

Lowering her palm, Lumiya floated back away from his body and down onto the ground. With seemingly no effort, her feet touched the cold floor as she smiled at him with mirth.

"Do you see now?" She asked as she reached down and caressed her breasts sensually . "Do you understand why you and your people are going to fail?"

Yomin looked down and watched silently as the drops of his cum that had pooled on the ground suddenly floated up off the floor and rose into the air. The trail of cum running down Lumiya's perfect inner thigh similarly floated off her body and into the air to combine with the larger pool of semen. Then the cum he had deposited inside her slowly began to slide down and out of her slit, to join together and form one small floating sea of his liquid, suspended in the air between them.

"Let me explain it to you like this..." Lumiya continued massaging her breast with one hand as her other slid down to tease her pussy.

"This is your people." She nodded to the swirling pool of cum suspended in the air before them.

"This is what's going to happen to you people..."

The swirling pool of semen floated towards Lumiya's face. The Dark Lady opened her mouth and extended her tongue to begin teasing the floating pool. Suddenly she stopped toying with the floating collection of cum and swallowed it completely, taking it right out of midair into her mouth with an exaggerated bite that showed off her perfect teeth. With a cruel smile, she gulped down the load of cum.

Y

omin could not help a gasp of shock at the strange display he had just witnessed. His infiltration of ExGal-4 had scarcely prepared him for the hideous beings that held true power this galaxy.

"Now." She announced, further showing off her strange powers as her clothes rose off the ground and floated up to her. "It's time for you to see the extent of your failure."

Stepping closer, she deftly struck him with a powerful open handed chop to the back of his neck. Yomin had a brief instant of intensely arousing pain before he slipped unconscious.



Yomin came-to finding himself starring again into the glowing yellow eyes of the Confederate leader himself. The old man's cruel malevolence was as tangible as the pain that racked Yomin's defeated body.

"General Grievous has completed his report on your nefarious activities." Obi-Wan said coldly. "The depth of your people's criminal depravities against the Confederacy is now known."

Yomin said nothing, knowing that the gods had abandoned him utterly. He was surrounded by the unholy. Infected by it. Death's embrace would be a welcome escape to these horrifying artificial surroundings.

"Has the Council of the Confederacy of Independent Systems reached a verdict?" Kenobi asked the assembly, never breaking eye contact with Yomin Carr.

"Guilty." Sentepeth Findos answered.

"Guilty." Repeated Gizor the Tenacious.

Again and again the word rang out unanimously around the circular table.

"Then it is decided." Kenobi smiled, his hands opening in a falsely benevolent gesture.

"When the Praetorite Vong unleashes—"

"Ah yes, we were just coming to that..." Kenobi extended his hand across the room, throwing an activation switch with the Force. A large viewscreen suddenly came to life, displaying a planet Yomin Carr knew on sight: Helska 4.

"You are aboard the space station Tyranus. Far larger and more powerful than even the mighty Gunray." Kenobi explained. "This technological miracle is the heart of the Confederacy. As well as our ultimate weapon."

Gizor the Tenacious activated his communication terminal. Yomin Carr watched helplessly as the insectoid alien chattered in its own strange language: "Commence primary ignition."

In the weapon control center of the spherical super-weapon Tyranus, command droid IG-88 relayed the order to fire to the other reliable droids completely under the control of their Confederate masters. The green flash blinded the vision systems of two old style B-1 droids in the beam focusing chamber, who extended their arms to shield their photo-receptors from the overwhelming glow of the laser's activation.

The lasers converged just before a single focusing beam struck out from the middle. Yomin Carr had a brief moment to look over in horror at Lady Lumiya as she smiled at him cruelly and licked her lips, taunting him. Looking back to the view screen, Yomin witnessed the gigantic laser blast shoot forth and obliterate the Praetorite Vong base world in one horrendous explosion.

Yomin Carr fell to his knees as the Confederate leaders erupted in applause, cheering and congratulating each other on their victory. At last the once proud Yuuzhan Vong warrior knew the meaning of despair. This galaxy was not going to be a glorious conquest. It was to be a death trap...for his entire race. If only he could get word to his people--to warn them of the incredible power wielded by these infidels...

"And now Yomin Carr." Obi-Wan Kenobi announced, pulling forth and igniting a glowing red blade from beneath his tattered black robes. "You will die."

Kenobi's cruel eyes flashed as he brought the blade through Yomin Carr's neck with one swift stroke. 

A sudden high-pitched whining filled Yomin's ears and drowned out every other sound in the room.

The room seemed to spin down, then up, then down again, until he could vaguely see something in front of him. It looked something like the tattooed body of a Yuuzhan Vong warrior, but in place of a head, there was only a smoking stump of a neck. In slow motion, the body fell forward onto the ground.

As his vision faded to blackness, Yomin realized whose body it was.



Star Wars: Confederacy Triumphant Ch. 02



Year 3 of the Droid Wars

"Kill your Master," Asajj Ventress said simply.

Dooku blinked. "What?"

"Kill your Master now, with my help. While you still can."

Dooku shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"It is the way of the Sith to overthrow one's Master. Now is your time. Armies are at your command. The wealth of worlds is at your feet."

Dooku said nothing. He had to admit, Asajj had caught him completely off guard with this. Of course, betraying Lord Sidious had occurred to Dooku at times over the course of the war. But always some vestiges of his noble upbringing had pushed such notions quickly from his mind. Surely the way of the Sith necessitated such an uprising someday. But only when he had learned all there was to learn from his Master. Only when his knowledge of the dark side was so far in excess of the Master's that such an ascendance was inevitable.

"You speak of matters you do not fully understand, Ventress."

"I understand that right now, your Master uses you because he is beset by dangers. But what happens when you are the most dangerous being left standing?"

Dooku found his mind racing at her words. The destruction of the Jedi Order was imminent. The end of the war was in sight. What WOULD become of him with the final destruction of the Confederacy? 

"You see it, don't you?" Asajj pressed, sensing that her words were having some impact. "You have become too bright a beacon in the galaxy. You are the face of the Separatists. He cannot allow you to live."

"He needs me to continue the legacy of the Sith." Dooku replied, though his normally resolute voice held none of its usual conviction.

"He will find another." Asajj continued, smiling cruelly. "Do you think he has not already planned for this?"

"...of course he has." Dooku realized. His master had planned everything. Plans within plans. Backups within backups. Every possible course of action prepared for with meticulous forethought.

"He will end the war by my death." How could he have been so blind? Sidious was going to destroy him. It was the only way to bring about the final end of the Confederacy.

"Lead us, my Master." Asajj implored. "It is your time. Lead the Separatists to victory."

Dooku remained silent, staring intently at the cold, beautiful face of Asajj Ventress. He had always found her chiseled features pleasing. But as the dim light flickered through the windows, shadows playing across her face from the falling of Vjun's rain, she had never looked more alluring.

"Yes. Our time IS now." He answered solemnly. "It is time to bring triumph to our forces."

Asajj smiled viciously. She dared to step towards Dooku for the first time since entering his private chambers. She had gambled much with this proposal, risking her very life. Now, she felt the confidence to solidify the bond between them. Still, her heart raced as she approached him. She knew the deadly power of Lord Tyranus. She knew one false step could be her last. And yet, the pale Goddess of Death felt herself completely alive as she drew close to his body. Never before had she dared come within inches of him. And flirting at the edge of death had her incredibly wet.

She knew Dooku found her attractive. She could read it as easily as she could read any man's reaction to her allure. But today she was not seducing for wealth or power. Not for love or a simple sexual thrill. This man held the key to her future. The secrets of the dark side itself were hidden within him. If she could seduce her master and in so doing, become one with his power, her destiny was assured.

Asajj turned around and pressed her back into Dooku, slowly grinding her ass against his crotch as she draped her arm back around his neck.

Dooku looked off into the acidic Vjun rain, gazing away from Asajj. The dark mistress smiled as she felt his manhood rising beneath the gyrations of her supple ass. Though he feigned disinterest, she could sense his growing arousal. He may be a master of the dark arts, but she had long ago mastered the arts of seduction.

As Asajj slowly sway her hips against her master, she pulled the twin blades he had bestowed upon her from her belt up into her hands with the Force. She felt Tyranus tense as she ignited her twin weapons while still coiled around him.

Asajj held him in her embrace of death. She was silently displaying for Tyranus her deadliness, letting him know that she was just as lethal as she was seductive.  

At once, Tyranus's own crimson blade blazed to life. He wordlessly answered her warning with one of his own. She could clearly kill him now with a quick burst of her blinding speed. But no matter her speed, he would surely take her with him.

Ventress continued her slow swaying against him, keeping his cock hard against her ass as the two played their silent, deadly game. He could feel the heat of her blade behind his neck, just as she could feel his heat raging against her.

Gently, she turned her head over her shoulder and leaned up to her dark master's face. Tyranus's eyes locked with hers and he kissed Asajj firmly, his beard scratching gently against her face. Ventress moaned sexily into his mouth, opening hers to give her master her tongue.

Their lightsabers hummed as their grips wavered, their darker instincts giving way to passion and lust. Tyranus kissed her more forcefully as he suddenly lashed out with the dark side, deactivating her weapons and throwing them across the room in one quick display of power.

Asajj's eyes flew open in surprise, but he never broke their sensual kiss, instead releasing his own weapon, and casually letting it deactivate and float safely away.

Wrapping her arms around him, Asajj turned and fully embraced her dark master. Dooku felt a hunger within his body that he had, until now, dismissed as vestige of youth and biology. But at that moment, the room was completely charged with the energy passing between them. This was the true strength of the Sith, he realized. To embrace one's passions fully. Why had he so long denied himself something that could so greatly increase his connection to the dark side?

Tyranus began pulling off Asajj's clothing. Smiling seductively, the pale beauty obliged, sliding down her dress and casually removing her remaining trappings. Wearing only her thigh-high black leather boots, Ventress shamelessly displayed her flawless physique.

Slowly, she reached into his pants and pulled forth his cock, gasping as she took hold of it. With a smile she held him firmly and looked up to meet his eyes. It made perfect sense now. Lord Tyranus's curved hilt...the same curved hilts he had gifted her: they were modeled after his own bent cock, which angled sharply upward in her tight grip.

Asajj wondered just how her master's angled dick would feel once she fit it inside her small body. Smiling, she pulled him towards his desk and draped herself back upon it, eager to find out.

Dooku stepped forward and pressed himself against her wet, waiting slit. He gently entered her perfectly hairless pussy almost effortlessly, as the pale woman gasped at his invasion. Taking her booted legs in his hands, he brought her feet to his shoulders and began moving himself in and out of Asajj.

Biting her lip, she struggled against her body to control the sensations running through her. Ventress always enjoyed being submissive at first, but normally she would lull a man in, only to end up riding him mercilessly, begging for relief as she asserted her sexual dominance.

But Tyranus was inside of her...hitting her perfectly. As his hands reached down to envelop her breasts, Asajj gasped, looking up into the face of the older man. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was striking her just right...his angled cock pressing repeatedly against her sensitive g-spot. She normally could prolong an orgasm indefinitely, cuming only when she decided it was time. Only on her terms.

But as Dooku continued slowly and forcefully fucking her on his desk, Asajj found herself gritting her teeth as she struggled desperately not to lose control.

"hhhrrrrrrr..." Asajj growled.

Sensing the effect his bent cock was having, the older man smiled. He knew her climax was just at the edges of breaking loose. Moving his left hand down to their union, he reached out with the Force, sending a small charge of electricity from his index finger to ever so gently touch on her sensitive clit.

"hhhaaaahhh!" Asajj screamed out as she exploded violently. The stimulation of her most sensitive spot pushed her completely over the edge. Convulsively, she reached up and grabbed Dooku's arms, squeezing him tightly as her mouth opened in shock.

Dooku rammed into her hard and allowed himself to release, flooding her insides with his seed. Asajj shook uncontrollably as her orgasm took complete hold, her mouth frozen open in an expression of shocked, silent pleasure.

Shivering slightly himself, Dooku slowed his thrusts until they were almost imperceptible twitches. Asajj finally relaxed her tensed muscles, releasing his arms and falling back onto the desk in exhausted bliss.

Dooku watched the streaks of deadly rain reflect through the glass off her pale naked body, enjoying the curvature of her form. He trailed his hand down from her neck to her stomach, letting a miniscule charge of dark electricity from his palm tickle down her torso. Asajj shivered at his electric touch and sighed as he slowly pulled out of her.

This was not what she had envisioned at all. In her mind, sex would have been her ultimate victory over her dark master. She would show him there was one area where her knowledge completely surpassed his own. And in so doing, make him utterly devoted to her. Instead, she was still trembling from his ministrations. She had been the one fucked utterly senseless here. Looking up at Lord Tyranus with new admiration, the pale woman finally came to understand the wisdom granted only by age, experience, and true mastery of the dark side.

Dooku smiled approvingly at his handiwork. His time was indeed at hand. But the moment of his betrayal of Lord Sidious would have to be perfect.

Looking down again at the perfect body of Ventress, he realized that for all her beauty and allure, even her great cunning and skill, she would not be the ally he needed to bring down his Master.

He would soon need a new apprentice. One far more powerful in the Force. Once who could someday rise to truly match his own greatness.



"The Jedi are close to discovering me." Lord Sidious spoke coldly to Darth Tyranus from his holographic display. "We must accelerate our plans."

Dooku nodded, feigning complete obedience to his Master. He wondered just how powerful Sidious had become. Could the Dark Lord sense his impending betrayal from across the vastness of space?

"Lord Tyranus," Sidious continued. "Execute Battle Plan Coruscant."

"It will be done my Lord."

As Sidious cut the transmission, Dooku found himself nearly trembling with nervous anticipation. Steadying himself, he exited the communications room and approached General Grievous. The end of the war was near. But thanks to his relocation of the Separatist Council and some covert changes in droid deployment, it was going to be a far different ending than Lord Sidious expected.

"General." Dooku spoke decisively. "It is time. Execute Battle Plan Kamino. You must not fail me."

"It will be our greatest victory, Count."

"I have complete faith in that General."

"And what of the Jedi?"

Dooku smiled. "Very shortly, they will be removed from the equation." 



Mace Windu and Shaak Ti led Captain Dyne and his forces through the dark, festering underbelly of 500 Republica. They were getting close now. Mace could nearly cut through the dark side haze surrounding his senses. Dooku's unknown visitor was almost within his reach.

Twenty meters ahead of them, a flickering light lanced from around the edges of a large metal door. Dyne sent the droids to investigate, then studied the processor's data screen.

"At least one flesh-and-blood behind the door," he whispered to Mace. "Readings also indicate the presence of droids."

"Get back!" Mace yelled as he began calling upon the Force.

As the droids cleared the doorway, Mace unleashed an incredible burst of raw power at the metal door. The steel exploded open violently, with a cataclysmic shriek.

Shaak Ti led Dyne and the ARC's into the breach, her lightsaber ignited. Mace recovered himself from the exertion and began to follow when he heard a violent eruption of blaster fire accompanied by the unmistakable sound of a lightsaber clashing against another.

Quickly advancing through the breach he had created, Mace Windu was confronted by a shocking display. Shaak Ti was desperately combating a cloaked individual wielding a red lightsaber in the center of the small room. The clone troopers around her were engaged in an almost point-blank battle with two Geonosian hive drones and two fast moving assassin droids. Dyne fell quickly to the guns of one assassin droid while his men returned fire in the confined space. It was utter chaos. 

Jumping into the fray of the battle, Mace came quickly to Shaak Ti's side and added his purple blade to her blue. As he looked upon their adversary at close range, he nearly lost his focus on the moment entirely.

Chancellor Palpatine sneered at the two Jedi, his crimson blade blazing with the skill and intensity of a true master of the dark side. They had all been deceived by a lie-- Chancellor Palpatine was the Dark Lord of the Sith.

The two Jedi fought valiantly against their former leader, quickly adapting to the grim reality of the situation. Palpatine moved with such unnatural speed and skill that Shaak Ti was rapidly losing ground. Assessing the dire situation, Mace realized if she fell, he would be the last hope for the Republic.

"Run!" Mace screamed as he pressed his attack into Palpatine, driving him back. "Tell the council what we are up against!"

"You need me!"

"Go!" Mace ordered.

Shaak Ti found herself desperately wanting to remain at the senior Jedi's side. But as she was nearly decapitated by a sudden slash, she quickly realized she was of little help against this deadly foe. Only master Yoda or Master WIndu could ever hope to overcome such hideous skill.

Shaak Ti broke off her attack and ran from the room.

The chaotic blasts died down as the clone troops brought down the last of the droids and Geonosians, then turned to watch the epic struggle in their midst. Looking to one another on amazement, they could hardly believe General Windu was locked in a battle with the Supreme Chancellor himself.

With a quick ducking thrust to his foe's leg, followed by a deft strike at Palpatine's arm, Mace's blade slashed into the Chancellor. Palpatine howled in pain, dropping his weapon in agony. The sneering man scurried back on the ground in pain and fear.  

"It is over." Mace announced, "You have lost."

Looking around the room at the remaining clone troopers, Palpatine smiled insidiously.

"No...no, you will die!" He snarled. "Execute Order 66!"

There was a pause as Mace struggled to comprehend. At once he sensed the danger at his back. Spinning, he managed to block the blaster shots just in time as he was attacked by his own clone troopers.

Capitalizing on the Jedi's distraction, Palpatine pulled his saber from the ground with his uninjured arm and thrust it into Mace Windu's exposed lower back.

Stunned, Mace looked down at the crimson blade piercing through his abdomen from behind. He fell to the floor lifelessly.

"Aaaahhhhhh!" Palpatine exhaled, slowly dragging his injured body back up to his feet. 

"Are you alright sir?" an ARC trooper asked, coming quickly to the Supreme Chancellor's side. "We have a medical capsule standing by."

Palpatine cradled his injured arm as he leaned on the trooper for support.

"I have been betrayed. By the Jedi and...others. This insurrection must be dealt with quickly." He declared, taking unsteady steps towards the exit. "Get me to the communications terminal in my office. All forces are to execute Order 66 immediately."

"It will be done, my lord."

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Grievous slammed his fist down on the control consol in frustration.

"Intensify covering fire for our landing craft!" He barked, watching yet another of his ground invasion landers disabled by a flawlessly placed torpedo attack. No doubt it had been a cursed Jedi pilot who had scored this perfect hit, disabling hundreds of invasion droids in orbit over Kamino.

His forces were taking a pounding over the turbulent water world. The raging seas of Kamino were now matched by the chaos in the stars above as capital ships slugged it out in low orbit, bombarding the stilted cities and dispatching more and more droid soldiers to the clone production facilities below.

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Smiling in his cockpit as he admired his own handiwork, Anakin Skywalker watched the disabled droid landing craft begin drifting into the atmosphere, its engines completely offline. For a moment he wondered if droids would survive the uncontrolled re-entry long enough to land in their watery grave.

"Anakin, stay alert!" Obi-Wan's voice rang over the com. "We've picked up four fighters on our tails, in case you haven't noticed."

"Sorry master." Anakin accelerated his starfighter, keeping in perfect formation with Obi-Wan as four vulture droids opened fire on the Jedi ships.

Spinning his ship to avoid the hail of blaster fire, Obi-Wan shook his head in annoyance. This battle was costing the Separatists dearly--Grievous was attacking one of the most fortified star systems in the Republic. And though he had landed a number of ground forces, by all reports the Jedi on the ground were handling them quickly. Were the Separatists just growing desperate?

"Oddball, can you form on our wing?" Anakin asked the clone pilot.

"We are closing on your position now, General Skywalker." 

"Master, I think we can—what the..?!"

Suddenly there was blaster fire erupting all around both of their ships--seemingly from all sides at once. Anakin and Obi-Wan began taking hits from every direction as their entire world seemed to explode into flames.

"Where is coming from!?" Anakin screamed as he felt his ship pummeled from the left and right.

Despite their best efforts both Jedi starfighters sustained multiple blaster impacts. Obi-Wan's damaged ship began spiraling out of control. Smashing his head against the side of his cockpit, Obi-Wan faded out of consciousness. His pierced engines fizzled out, their power spent, and his wrecked vessel drifted among the detritus of the chaotic battle.

Anakin's cockpit controls violently exploded from the impact of the blasts. He was thrown violently forward, then slammed back into his seat. Looking to his left, he saw with horror, that R2's dome had been completely blasted away, along with half of his fighter's wing.

"Obi-Wan can you hear me?!" He screamed into his com. Only static answered the lone Jedi.

Looking to his cockpit window as small cracks spread across the glass, Anakin watched four ships coming directly towards him for the kill. They were not droid fighters at all---they were Arc-170 fighters. His ships. His clone troopers. They had turned against him. Betrayed him. 

"Not like this..."Anakin whispered as he saw fresh laser blasts reaching forward to claim his life. Sitting helplessly in his disabled vessel, he couldn't believe it was really happening. He wasn't meant to die this way. It wasn't FAIR!

"Padme..."




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His ship exploded in the hail of blaster fire. The Chosen One died instantly.



"What is happening?" Grievous asked in utter confusion. "What's the situation?"

"Um...It looks like the Republic forces are blasting each other sir." A dim-witted B-1 droid announced.

"I can see that you fool!" Grievous yelled. "Why are they doing that?!"

"Um...maybe they're joining our team?" the B-1 mused.

"Ahh!" Grievous knocked the B-1 aside and looked at the scanner himself. Incredible as it appeared, the Republic forces were attacking their own Jedi starfighters. Surface reports showed the same happening with the ground forces. 

Activating his comlink, he raised Count Dooku on board the Invisible Hand. 

"Count, are you seeing this?"

"I am indeed General. There appears to be some dissension in the Republic ranks. I suggest we capitalize upon it."

Grievous narrowed his eyes, seeing at last the path to victory before him.

"Launch all remaining fighters!" He ordered. "Make them suffer!"



Obi-Wan came back to consciousness in unfamiliar surroundings. His head was aching and a dull ringing filled his ears. Had he been rescued?

Struggling to focus his eyes, he found that he was seated in vast room, clearly a command deck of a massive vessel judging by the giant windows. All around him outside the ship were Federation Cruisers and Banking Clan Frigates. 

At the far end of the room, a dark attired figure strode in. As the man effortlessly spun in mid-air over the railing to the lower level and stepped forward, Obi-Wan found himself sitting up to face the Leader of the Separatists, Count Dooku himself.

"Ah." Dooku spoke cheerfully, "You are awake. A testament to the efficiency of your Jedi healing abilities."

Looking down, Obi-Wan found his lightsaber was missing. Of course it was, he thought dismally. Feeling little strength in his limbs as he sat forward to face the Count, he noted that though the chair had built in magnetic restraints, Dooku was not even bothering to use them on him. 

"Your sword is here, Master Kenobi." Dooku extended the saber hilt in his hand. "I will give it to you, if you will but first hear me out."

"That's very kind of you, Dooku." Obi-Wan mused sarcastically. "Perhaps while you're feeling charitable you could aim it at your head and turn it on for me."

Dooku smiled wanly as he paced slowly across the room.

"I am here to make peace with you, Master Kenobi. I am here to offer you my hand in friendship, yet again."

"I thought I made myself clear about that on Geonosis. Traitor."

"I only wish you had heeded my warning back then, my friend." Dooku said sadly, "Much has transpired during your recent convalescence."

"Where is Anakin?"

"I'm sorry, but Young Skywalker was killed by the treason of his own clone troops." Dooku announced severely. "As have been all the Jedi throughout the galaxy. All through the deception of the Dark Lord of the Sith."

"I don't believe you, Dooku."

"No, I'm sure you don't," Dooku sighed as he turned to activate a nearby display screen. "Just as you didn't believe me on Geonosis."

The screen buzzed to life, and the familiar image of Chancellor Palpatine addressing the Senate filled the large display.

"...and the Jedi insurrection has been put down across the galaxy by the loyalty of our noble clone forces." The Chancellor announced proudly to resounding applause. "Though their treachery has cost us dearly. Not only have many of our loyal troops died here on Coruscant, but the Jedi mutiny has cost us the vital world of Kamino."

"No..." Obi-Wan breathed, struggling to stand. "No, it can't be true."

"In response to this attempted rebellion against our great Republic, the remaining Jedi will be hunted down and defeated!"

Dooku allowed Kenobi to hear the thunderous applause for several seconds before cutting the transmission.

"The Jedi Order is extinct, my friend." Dooku said gravely. "You were all deceived by a lie. Chancellor Palpatine was the Sith Lord I tried to warn you of at the start of this war. I only recently came to know his true identity."

"Anakin...he was the Chosen One..."

"He is gone, Master Kenobi. As is Master Yoda, no doubt fighting valiantly to the last breath...defending the padawans of his beloved Jedi Temple."

"You and the Chancellor..." Kenobi continued incredulously, "you were in league all along." 

"Oh no my friend," Dooku replied quickly, "I tried to warn you of his presence on Geonosis. You would not hear me."

"You are both Sith, Dooku."

"Not I, my friend. I have embraced a larger view of the Force. At the least it gave me the vision to leave the Republic before its corruption turned against us all. And now, again, I am asking you to join me in setting the galaxy right."

"My allegiance is to the Republic Dooku." He answered firmly. "To democracy."

"Your allegiance, precisely like my own, is to the people." Dooku countered. "Democracy does not exist in Palpatine's Republic any longer. Without the Jedi, it is a Republic in name only. The Confederacy is the last hope of freedom for the galaxy."

"Nute Gunray...San Hill...you would have me believe that those men serve the people?"

"Under our guidance, yours and mine, they will." Dooku continued. "If they are currently motivated by wealth and greed, we must work to change that. I have tirelessly tried to do so throughout this war."

Obi-Wan met Dooku's gaze skeptically.

"But first we must bring an end to Palpatine's clone-controlled Republic. It is, in truth, now an empire of evil."

Obi-Wan stood shakily, and paced to the closest window, looking out at the stars. Had he been a fool three years ago on Geonosis? Dooku had indeed warned him that the Republic was then under control of the Dark Lord of the Sith. He had refused to believe it. And now the Jedi were no more. Anakin was no more. Was it all his fault? If Dooku had been truthful back then...

It seemed as if the entire galaxy had turned up-side down in an instant. Without the Jedi, what hope was there if Palpatine stood unopposed?

"With you at my side, so much is possible." The Count continued in his commanding voice. A voice that had swayed billions across the galaxy. "I ask only that you have the courage to join my fight for freedom." 

Obi-Wan looked down, saying nothing.

"Come Master Kenobi. " Dooku implored. "There is still time to stop the Sith hegemony." 

Obi-Wan turned to face the Count of Serenno. 

"Take your sword back in friendship and in loyalty." Dooku extended Obi-Wan's lightsaber to him. "Together, we will destroy the Sith!"

Seeing the new path of his life laid out before him, Obi-Wan felt more alone than ever before. There was no returning to the Republic--he would be executed on sight as a traitor. The Jedi Order was gone, almost in an instant. Anakin, his pupil and friend, no...his brother--gone. 

Obi-Wan closed his eyes and silently vowed he would find a way to stop Palpatine. Even if it meant standing by Dooku's side. Even if it meant working with the corruption and greed of the Confederate leaders. Wearily, he realized that wherever this decision led him, right now, there was simply nowhere else to go.

Taking his lightsaber from Dooku's hand, Kenobi looked into the eyes of his former enemy.

"I will stand with you."

Lord Tyranus smiled.

"Welcome, my friend. Welcome to the Confederacy of Independent Systems."



Star Wars: Confederacy Triumphant Ch. 03



46 Years After the Droid Wars

Leia stood atop a flat mountain peak, looking out over dark green hills that stretched to the grey horizon of Dathomir. Something was different about her world today. She could sense a stirring in the land that simple felt...wrong. Her entire life she had lived and fought here. Fought against the terrifying power of the Nightsisters. She had given everything to this unforgiving land because in some way it was a part of her. Just as her clan sisters of the Singing Mountain Clan were a part of her. And though she came from another world, they had all grown to trust in her. And eventually to love her. Now she stood as their leader. Charged with their safety and their protection.

Which is why she trusted her senses now when they spoke to her of a growing threat. The fading light of day was like a portent of the malice she sensed around her. For years she had been at war with the Nightsister Clan. Proving her worth time and again against the darkest foes imaginable. Her struggle against the power of Gethzerion had nearly been the end of her. But with the defeat of that twisted witch had come a kind of stalemate. An uneasy war of attrition with her successor Baritha that had dragged on for decades.

"Why do you worry so, my love?"

Leia turned to face her lover, the only woman in the world she could confide in. Teneniel Djo.

"Something doesn't feel right." Leia answered, meeting her woman's adoring gaze. "Something is coming."

Teneniel stood before her leader, the woman she loved, and reached up to touch Leia's cheek tenderly. Leia closed her eyes as her beautiful red-hair lover caressed her face in the fading light. She drew in a breath and smiled. Leia was hardly surprised that Teneniel had ascended to this peak without a sound. While Leia had struggled to climb to this vantage point, quietly singing songs that gave her the power to make the summit, she knew her nimble lover had made the climb completely unassisted. Teneniel had always loved to climb. And powerful though Teneniel's songs could be, she would never have relied on the power of Dathomir when she loved the challenge of an unassisted ascent so much.

"Night is coming." Teneniel whispered. "And I am here to claim you with it."

"Claim me?" Leia opened her eyes and smiled. "Remember who it is that leads this clan."

"You lead us all." Teneniel replied. "But I have a power over you that not even a rancor can match."

Leia nodded and turned her back, looking out again at the horizon. Looking towards the Nightsister stronghold. As Teneniel pressed her body against Leia from behind, running her hands down her lover's hips and gently kissing Leia's neck, Leia found herself unable to relax into the embrace.

Stepping away from her warrior lover, Leia shrugged off the tender advances and turned to face Teneniel resolutely.

"Something is coming. I'm sure of it."

Teneniel saw the grim determination in her woman's eyes. 

"What must we do?"

"Assemble everyone." Leia ordered, turning back to the direction of the Nightsister encampment. "Ready them for battle."

As Tenenial nodded and obediently left to ready the warrior women of the Singing Mountain Clan, Leia found her gaze turning upwards to the evening sky. The stars called to her, much as they always had. As if another part of her was out there among them. Somewhere. 



Baritha, leader of the Nightsisters of Dathomir felt a shiver of excitement run over her pale skin as she entered her hut while night fell over the encampment. It was time. Time to commune with her dark master. Time for their plans to come to fruition. And for her final triumph over Leia and her accursed Singing Mountain Clan.

As she walked across her hut to the locked cabinet, she reflexively looked over her shoulder. Her darkest secrets were locked within....and ambition often ran strongly in her clan. Satisfied that she was alone, protected by her bodyguard outside, she quietly sang a song of dark power. Reciting the words exactly, she invoked the incantation of unlocking, releasing the deadly power that guarded her treasures from prying eyes. Just as Gethzerion had taught her long ago. Getherion...soon to be avenged!

As she felt her dark power release the deadly spell protecting her most guarded secrets, she slowly opened the cabinet, and cautiously pulled forth a fleshy sphere. It writhed and pulsed in her hands, responding to her touch. As always, she marveled at her master's absolute absence from her senses. Somehow he existed outside of her powers...or beyond her powers. It was something that had intrigued Baritha since she had first found the pulsing mass of flesh decades ago. Or had it been the one to find her? 

As she expertly stroked and caressed the curves of the fleshy ball, it pulsed and gyrated. She had awakened him...he was coming forth!

At once the sphere inverted, impossibly pulling into itself, as a head emerged and took shape. A skeletal and grim face. A face that Baritha worshipped. Worshipped as a means to ultimate power.

The twisted visage of her lord completed forming and starred at her through his one, good eye. 

"Baritha." He spoke eloquently. "You have done well."

"Thank you my lord." She whispered. "Your children are ready. They are powerful beyond reason."

Across the galaxy, secluded safely in his private chambers, Nom Anor stared at the villip recreation of Baritha's face. He had sent his villip to her world decades ago. A very special villip for a very special mission. A mission that would soon be nearing completion.

Though he had never met the Nightsister leader in person, their relationship had accomplished more than he had initially hoped possible. The villip smiled, telepathically reflecting the ambitious malevolence of Baritha's own smile from so very far away.

The villip's approximation of her neck extended forward, towards Nom Anor. Its eyes closed in a perfect imitation of his lover's eyes as she asked for a kiss across the vast cosmic gulf of the galaxy.

Nom Anor sighed quietly and leaned forward to indulge his mistress. This was one aspect of this mission he had simply accepted long ago. If any of his people could have witnessed his actions with this woman over the past decades they would have been repulsed. But he knew that Yun-Harla could only but smile on so insidious a plot. Leaning forward, he brought his mouth to the villip, returning Baritha's kiss. The villip's approximation of Baritha's tongue extended into Nom Anor's mouth and he returned his own into hers. Across the emptiness of space, the villip's telepathic connection perfectly transmitted the passionate kiss. 

Intimacy with a female from this galaxy would have tainted him beyond purification. But using the villip as an intermediary in this instance served Nom Anor well. And it was necessary to achieve the unique plan he had set in motion nearly twenty years ago. A plan to establish a Yuuzhan Vong presence in this galaxy. In a far more subtle way than the overconfident and shamefully defeated Praetorite Vong could have accomplished.

"Will you give it to me?" The villip asked, perfectly duplicating Baritha's voice as she pulled back from their kiss with hunger in her eyes. "Will you give me your power one more time?"

Nom nodded. He didn't really have time for this today. But sex remained his most useful tool in keeping Baritha on task. He could hardly refuse her now, so close to the completion of his endeavors.

"Please..." Baritha whispered, opening her mouth obscenely, her eyes closed in anticipation.

Nom stood and lowered his robes, raising his ample cock to the villip. Pushing his dick into the villip's approximation of her mouth let the telepathic creature across the galaxy know to change shape to reflect the contours of Nom Anor's penis. 

On Dathomir, Baritha's villip telepathically responded almost instantly, morphing into Nom's cock and extending forward right into Baritha's wet, waiting mouth.

"Mmmphhhh..." she moaned around the villip's imitation of Nom Anor's cock as he thrust forward into her mouth from across the stars. Her eyes opened dreamily, half lidded as she slowly sucked her master's phallus.

When he had begun this almost two decades ago, the thought of villip sex repulsed him. But the alternative...actually copulating with Baritha was simply out of the question. And Kenobi's quarantine around Dathomir had made getting even the villip to her world a matter of some complexity. Yet gradually, he had become accustomed to this. 

As Baritha expertly teased and nibbled his cockhead with her teeth, bringing him to full hardness, Nom was forced to admit to himself: he had actually grown to truly enjoy this.

Baritha pulled back to appraise her master's full sized cock. She gently massaged his ball-sack with her hand as she stood. This was the source of her power. This was her pathway to greatness.

Turning her athletic body away from the villip, Baritha spread her legs and reached behind her, lowering herself onto the fleshy pole, guiding it into her waiting pussy from behind as she pressed back into it.

Across the galaxy, Nom gasped involuntarily as the villip shifted from an imitation of Baritha's face, to become the silky grip of her hairless pussy. Taking hold of the villip with both hands, he began thrusting into the telepathic creature, his violent movements transmitted and duplicated perfectly to his distant lover. Baritha moaned in ecstasy as the villip cock began hammering her from behind. She pushed back to meet each thrust, facing away from the creature that had ravished her for decades.

Shivering uncontrollably, Baritha felt the orgasm begin to take hold. She was taking him inside her again! She was taking the seed of her master to use against Leia! Grabbing her hips convulsively, the Nightsister froze, her mouth open in silent shock as her entire body shook with a mind-numbing explosion of pleasure.

"Ohhhh...." She moaned into her empty hut. "Ohhhh yessssss..."

Nom Anor felt her convulsions around his cock, signifying that he had satisfied his distant lover. As he looked down at the villip, it suddenly morphed around his cock, again becoming Baritha's face. 

"One last time..." she pleaded. "Let me borrow the power that is yours."

Nom Anor had hoped to make this brief. There was much to do, both here and on Dathomir. And yet, his mistress was insatiable. Addicted to sexual power as much as the dark power that ran through her. A dark power that made her so essential to him. Nom silently assented to her request, by pushing his cock forward to gently brush her lips. Across the galaxy, Baritha smiled and shivered with anticipation.

Tenderly holding up her villip, Baritha turned it around, its imitation cock facing away from her like some obscene sex toy. As she ground her warm pussy into the back of the villip, it responded as it had so many times before.

The back of the villip opened, encircling Baritha's hips and curving up between her legs. Pulling itself tightly to her pelvis, it became a part of her, covering her vagina completely. Looking down with twisted pride, Baritha appraised her new, firmly attached cock. The villip clung to her body, still in the form of her master's phallus.

Baritha licked her lips, raising her left hand to caress her breast and lowering her right to stroke her master's borrowed cock. 

"Tamith!" she called out from her hut to her trusted guardian standing vigilant outside. "Come in from the night."

Tamith Kai appeared almost instantly inside the hut's entryway. Her poise and skill as a killer were unmatched among the Nightsister clan. And yet no amount of training could have prepared the young Nightsister for the sight of her clan leader standing naked with a strange, discolored, and...living cock somehow attached to her.

"You are of age now to know." Baritha announced proudly. "You are ready to see the source of our power. The source of your deadly brothers..."

Tamith walked forward mesmerized, her eyes never leaving the villip-cock clinging to Baritha's lower body.

"Yes..." she whispered. "Yes...I now understand."

"Good." Baritha replied. "Then you know what is next."

"Yes." Tamith answered obediently, unclasping her garments without hesitation. "I do."

Baritha smiled with satisfaction as the flawless young body of her brunette bodyguard was revealed to her at last. She had awaited this moment for years. Knowing that her master would eventually oblige her.

The young brunette lowered herself onto Baritha's bed and spread her legs apart, welcoming her the strange cock.

Baritha knelt upon the bed and took hold of her master's cock...imagining that it was actually her own. 

Across the galaxy, Nom Anor smiled as his villip morphed, taking on the form of a new, tighter pussy that he had never before conquered. He knew that this aspect of the project had run its course long ago. He knew that there was little point in these indulgences any longer. But as he leaned forward and pressed his dick into the villip's approximation of Tamith Kai's pussy, drew his breath in sharply. There was simply no reason not to enjoy his work.

Baritha leaned over Tamith and pressing her master's villip-cock into the young brunette Nightsister. Tamith gasped as the bulbous head eased into her body.

Both women looked down, watching in awed fascination as the phallus slid into Tamith's pussy, guided gently forward by Baritha's hips. 

"Ahhh..." Tamith groaned as she watched in insane spectacle of the strange cock pressing ever further into her vice-like pussy.

Baritha gave the brunette several seconds to get used to the massive tool, then began thrusting gently in and out of the young girl. Tamith bit her bottom lip and whimpered sexily as the older woman fucked her with the villip. Just as Baritha had fucked every woman in this clan. Just as she had gifted them with the seed of her dark master.

Light-years away, Nom Anor groaned as the villip's version of Tamith's impossibly tight pussy thrust against his cock. He gripped the sides his villip for support as he felt his orgasm approach. He became light-headed as the pleasure quickly began to overtake him. In the back of his mind, a part of him silently sneered at the inorganic technology that filled this diseased universe. It could never hope to approximate what he was currently experiencing.

Groaning, Nom Anor came into his villip in several forceful spurts. On Dathomir, the villip inside Tamith duplicated the eruption, spewing its own, special seed into the young brunette Nightsister.

"Yesss..." Baritha chanted as she fucked the villip into Tamith. "Yesss..."

Pulling the villip slowly out, Baritha watched a long string of slimy cum trail away from Tamith's pussy, as the young girl panted in the wake of her own quiet orgasm. Standing, Baritha silently gestured for Tamith to leave. 

Absently watching Tamith quickly collect her garments and stagger out of the hut, she smiled as she felt her master's cock uncoil from her and, held in her hands, invert yet again to form his cruel, skull-like face.

"It is time Baritha." Nom declared, "Send my children forth."

The Nightsister smiled venomously. "I shall send them tonight."

Baritha watched the villip invert, reassuming its latent, ball-like form. She returned it to her cabinet and turned to her clothes rack. Donning her most austere attire, the Nightsister collected herself, and left her hut, heading for the center of the stronghold.

The children were there awaiting her. The children of her master. They loosely shared the slope-nosed features of their father, and the pale skin of their Nightsister mothers. Each sat atop a vicious rancor. Rancors made far more formidable by her master's strange powers over biology and creation. But far more deadly than the rancors themselves were her hybrid children of darkness, all resonating with the unnatural powers of the Nightsister clan.

"Go forth!" Baritha screamed wildly, her gaze falling on her son who sat upon the lead rancor. "Devour them!"



Across the galaxy, Nom Anor placed his own villip carefully back into his secured storage bin and appraised it silently.

A trail of his cum ran down the side of the now inverted creature. Nom took a cloth from his desk and carefully wiped away his semen, staring at the cloth for a moment. He thought back on his decision to not use his own seed decades ago. Throwing the stained cloth into the disposal can and locking the villip in the storage bin, he was still certain it had been the correct choice.

It was the one aspect of this mission that he had shared with no one. The hybrid Yuuzhan Vong warriors of Dathomir had not been bred from the Intendant Caste, not from Nom's own seed. He did not need leaders, nor even schemers for his purposes.

Instead he had used a Yuuzhan Vong servant girl long ago to accomplish his goals. Having her walk in on Warmaster Tsavong Lah while he was bathing had been the easy part. By tradition, the girl's fate was either to have been death, or a mating with the Warmaster. And when she had returned to Nom alive and well fucked, obtaining Tsavong Lah's seed from within her had been a simple task.

Bioengineering a villip that could produce a genetic copy of that very seed had proven slightly more difficult. But the results were undeniable. From across the galaxy, Nom had used that unique villip to impregnate the entire Nightsister coven on Dathomir with the children of Tsavong Lah, the strongest of the warrior caste.

And now they were about to get their first taste of battle.

But soon, he would use them for their true mission: The utter destruction of the Confederacy of Independent Systems.



Teneniel looked with panic to Leia as the air began to swirl around the Singing Mountain camp. Sitting atop her Rancor, Leia felt her heart begin to race as she looked around at the warrior women of her clan, all atop their faithful rancors in a defensive arrangement. Leia turned to the east and gasped as the air itself took on a static charge.

A horrifying howl erupted from the trees as the foliage all around the camp suddenly exploded forth with claws and snatching teeth. Rancors, more twisted, tentacled and horrifying than the worst bull rancors Leia had ever imagined came loping forth. Upon their backs rode strange, pale men with sloping, ridged foreheads and pointed ears. They wore the markings of the Nightsister clan. And from them exploded dark energy. Red lightening shot forth from the staff of the lead rancor rider, the crackling energy striking several of the Singing Mountain witches at once. The smell of burnt flesh and ozone merged with the heart-wrenching screams of the women and their rancors as all were consumed in red electric death.

Leia sang out a song of power, extending her hand and pushing several of the dark riders from their twisted, abomination rancors with a focused gust of wind. 

"Look out!" Teneniel screamed as one of the massive, mutated rancors charged straight for Leia's rancor. Leia turned too late to prepare for the attack. Her eyes widened as the tendril filled mouth of her attacker closed in, the pale rider atop it seething with the malice of dark power.

Suddenly Teneniel's rancor attacked from the left, clawing and biting Leia's attacker, saving her from certain death. The tentacled mutant rancor fought back viciously, and both Teneniel and the pale rider were thrown from their mounts.

Leia's own rancor mount reared back in agony as a sudden blast of red lightening from across the chaotic battlefield struck the creature in the chest, searing its armored hide and burning the rancor horribly. Struggling to hold on, Leia looked with horror to the ground beneath, where Teneniel was engaged in mortal combat with a pale rider.




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With a black bladed sword, empowered with the dark gifts of the Nightsisters, the pale warrior spun with precision and sliced Teneniel across the stomach. Leia screamed out as she was thrown from her rancor to the ground. Dazed and face-down in the dirt, she picked up her head to see the horrifying mutant rancors tearing and biting at the Singing Mountain Clan's own loyal rancor steeds. The air was swirling around them in a vortex of malicious energy. Almost every side of the camp was now overrun with the pale riders of death.

Leia struggled to stand and ran towards Teneniel. Her lover knelt on the ground, holding her wounded gut as the pale servant of darkness raised his blade for a killing blow.

"No!" Leia screamed as she threw her hands forward. Without thinking a song, without using any words to conjure her power, Leia reached out and grabbed the air surrounding the pale warrior. She pushed it into him from all sides, using all of her concentration and mental strength. Clutching his chest, the pale man's eyes widened as his lungs suddenly ruptured from within. He fell over, instantly dead.

Running to Teneniel's side in the middle of the hellacious battle, Leia cradled her lover as Teneniel fell back into her arms.

"Please no..." Leia cried as she saw the blood pouring forth from the wound.

"Leia..." Teneniel whispered as her life faded. "Run..."

As the life went out of Teneniel's eyes, Leia looked up at the Singing Mountain encampment. All around her, the warrior women of her clan were fighting and dying at the hands and claws of these pale men and their twisted beasts. Rain pelted Leia's face as the storm all around her became ever more violent. The huts and dwellings of the camp were almost completely destroyed and the screams of dying rancors mixed with the agonizing cries of her clan sisters as their struggled in vain to hold back the tide of this unstoppable attack.

A survivors circle had begun to form around Leia, the Singing Mountain Clan struggling to hold together what was left of their numbers. Leia let her lover's body slide to the ground as she turned and ran towards Kirana Ti. The warrior-witch had rallied several of her clan-sisters into an attack, using their rancors as weapons to bring down one of the larger, mutated rancor attackers.

"Kirana!" Leia screamed as she ran next to the massive beast the woman rode upon. "We have to get out of here NOW!"

Kirana nodded in understanding to her leader and coaxed her rancor back from the fighting. Alongside her came a loping, rider-less rancor that had been the steed of one of her clan sisters, perhaps Ooya. Leia held back her grief as she signaled to the gentle creature, which lowered its massive claws down to Leia and carefully gripped her, carrying her up into the air and onto its back.

Kirana Ti rallied what was left of the Singing Mountain Clan around Leia as those at the rear fought valiantly to keep their attackers at bay. Leia could hear the cruel red lightening shooting forth once more and more anguished screams from her clan. Resolutely she turned her group to the south, the only direction not yet blocked by their enemies.

"Follow me!" She screamed as their rancors burst into a sprint, running for their lives, carrying the remnants of the once proud Singing Mountain Clan. A clan all but destroyed in a single night.

Leia fought back tears as she held tightly to her mount. The shrieks of the clan sisters who stayed behind to buy time for their escape echoed into the night. 



Two days later, it was daybreak. Leia sat dismally on the ground in a small clearing in the thick of the forest. The silence was as oppressive as the grey, overcast sky that drearily hung over the small remains of the Singing Mountain Clan. The warrior-witches and their rancors were exhausted after nearly endless pursuit through the forest for a day and a half. Leia had gotten the sense that their pale attackers, whoever they were, had actually enjoyed the sport of hunting down the last of her clan. Fortunately, they had managed to finally elude Baritha's cruel warriors in the thick of the forests.

Leia looked around her at the grim faces of her clan sisters. She had failed them all. She had failed to protect them. They had trusted her with their lives, and she had led them to this dismal end. It was almost more than she could bear to see them wounded and defeated all around her.

Suddenly a sound broke forth from the heavens. All the clan sisters and their remaining rancor steeds looked to the sky as a point of light suddenly descended towards them. Leia stood weakly and shielded her eyes as something descended. It was...a vessel of some kind. 

The ship descended into the center of the clearing, touching down gently in front of the remains of the Singing Mountain Clan. The witches quickly shook off their awe at the bizarre craft and readied themselves for a final stand against whatever threat it represented.

"Stop!" Leia called out to her clan as she walked towards the small ship.

She sensed something. A presence she'd not felt since...

The landing ramp lowered and a hooded man walked forward purposefully. Throwing back his brown cloak, he looked upon Leia and smiled.

"Leia." He spoke serenely. "It's me. It's Luke."

Leia's eyes widened in shock. She knew this man. But only from her dreams.

"Luke?" she whispered.

"I'm your brother, Luke Skywalker." He continued. "I'm here to rescue you."



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Star Wars: Confederacy Triumphant Ch. 04



Obi-Wan was experiencing a level of agony that he never would have believed possible. His Jedi training was forgotten. He had no techniques that could manage this level of searing pain. He silently wished to die just to escape the blinding pain that exploded through his nerves.

"Ready?" Asajj smiled as she savored the moment, beginning to slowly lower him into the sulfur again.

There was no peace. There was only pain. And despair. Everyone and everything he had ever loved was gone. As the burning sulfur hit his knees, the pain exploded again. Growing ever higher, approaching his manhood with each second.

"Here is comes..." Asajj taunted. "Better get your cock up Jedi, or you'll never get it up again!"

Obi-Wan looked down in panicked horror. The sulfur was only inches from his cock, already he could feel the heat on his testicles.

"Think of me..." Asajj continued. "Maybe it will get you hard...buy you a few more seconds..."

There was no serenity, there was only pain. Opening his eyes to stare at his tormentor, he saw the vicious Sith woman salivating and absently massaging her pussy with her free hand as she lower him to his agonizing death. And in that moment, Obi-Wan Kenobi came to know hate. It filled his every remaining fiber, channeling his pain like a lightening rod.

Asajj stopped touching herself and froze for a moment, taken aback by the sudden hate that came over Kenobi's face. It was his eyes that frightened her the most. His seething hatred was convey so palpable that she felt it through the Force. It was stronger than any hatred she had ever known. Intoxicating in its pure malevolence. Even Savage took an involuntary step backwards.

Kenobi rode the burning agony. He let it fuel his hatred. There was nothing left but the emotion. Nothing in the universe left but his desire for vengeance. On Ventress. On the Emperor. On the whole galaxy that had gone mad.

Suddenly Kenobi's half destroyed naked body was lifted violently out of the molten sulfur, ripped from the Force grasp of Asajj and her minion and thrown roughly onto the rocky shore. Asajj turned to see a dark figure lower his hand and stride into the yellow glow of the molten river.

"Count Dooku." She hissed. "So good of you to join us. I was just educating your new apprentice."

"Then perhaps I shall educate yours."

Dooku ignored the vicious snarl of the yellow Zabrak as he appraised Kenobi's missing legs and smoldering body.

"You are a sick, twisted creature." He announced, igniting his crimson blade. "And your insanity has no place in the Confederacy."

Savage attacked first, exploding up the rocky shore towards Dooku. The Count hit the Zabrak with a burst of lightening that brought the creature to his knees. Dooku parried Asajj's attack with his blade as he sent another burst into the Zabrak. Savage screamed helplessly, unable to assail the Sith Lord.

"A pathetic creation." Dooku spat as he dodged Asajj's attacks and pressed his own.

"One ill turn deserves another." Dooku announced as he faced Savage again, sending a powerful blast of dark energy that threw the Zabrak off his feet, falling directly into the molten sulfur behind him.

Savage screamed in agony and he was enveloped in the burning sulfur, his body dissolving in a fiery blaze.

Asajj screamed in rage and pressed her attack against Dooku. He swiftly disarmed her with a flawlessly executed parry and blasted the pale woman with lightening, grinding her into the ground.

"Finish it." She gasped. 

Looking at Obi-Wan's charred body, Dooku smiled. 

"No. I have far better plans for you, my dear."

>

Kenobi stood alone in the massive hanger bay appraising the planet Dathomir behind the ray shield that protected him from the cold vacuum of space. Turning, he swept his dark cloak aside as he paced across the deck on his new mechanical legs. He struggled to walk as he used to, but his gait felt awkward and artificial. If only his knees had not been destroyed, he would have been in far better shape. But part of him realized that his legs had not been his greatest loss that day. Something in him had changed forever. The hatred he felt that day was still present, fueling him. 

The elevator shaft doors opened and Asajj was brought forward, flanked by Magna Guard droids, their electrostaffs trained and ready. She smiled mockingly as she approached him. The anger welled up within him as she approached. Seeing Dathomir through the hangar shield brought her to a dead stop, her smile quickly fading away.

"Why are we here?"

"You recognize your home I see." Kenobi said coolly. His voice held none of the playful sarcasm that had characterized his interactions with Asajj for so long.

Asajj glanced at the electro-binders on her wrists and shrugged noncommittally, returning to her mocking sneer.

"If you were half a man, you would have killed me by now." She taunted. "But then you are half a man aren't you. Tell me...did the sulfur claim your cock as well?"

Obi-Wan's fury boiled over. He reached out to silence the bitch with the Force and grabbed her by the throat. Asajj's eyes widened and she felt her breathing constricted by the outstretched hand of Kenobi...choking her from meters away.

Obi-Wan released her and looked at his hand in momentary shock. Asajj's laughter broke his thought.

"I took more from you than I realized, Kenobi."

"I brought you here to see something."

Asajj looked up at her captor, her breath returning.

"Our tracking droids have found that Dathomir is an important planet to you. The source of your power."

Asajj said nothing, her face implacable.

"That's why I've ordered it blockaded. No more creatures like that Zabrak will ever be allowed into the galaxy."

Asajj watched as Trade Federation battleships took positions around the planet.

"Right now we need almost every ship and droid we have." Obi-Wan continued. "And yet I've spared enough ships from the war to isolate your world from the galaxy until the battle droids manning these ships rust themselves to a halt."

Asajj gritted her teeth in rage.

"Every ship on the surface will be destroyed from orbit. No ships will be allowed to land." He continued.

"Asajj Ventress, you have been found guilty of high treason against the Confederacy of Independent Systems. The Confederate Council has sentenced you to death."

Asajj returned his gaze coldly.

"But Count Dooku has used his influence to place your fate in my hands."

Asajj threw her head back and laughed shrilly. 

"And you are going to exile me rather than kill me." She laughed. "You think I'll spend my days trapped on Dathomir? You think I won't find a way to escape your blockade? You're a fool."

"Oh, I'm sending you to Dathomir alright."

Obi-Wan turned and walked to the hangar control room, the metal doors closed behind him.

Asajj turned and looked at the Magna Guard droids to her left and right in confusion as they activated their magnetic feet, anchoring themselves to the deck.

Obi-Wan faced her from behind the glass of the control room. Silently, he deactivated the ray shield, depressurizing the hangar deck. Asajj had a fraction of a second to stare at him in shock as the sudden change in pressure blew her from her feet, out into the vacuum of space.

Kenobi watched in grim satisfaction as her lithe form was expelled towards Dathomir. Reaching out with the Force he felt her utter terror as she found herself floating home.

She tumbled, head over heels, alone in the void. She tried holding her breath, but the oxygen exploded out of her lungs, ripping them open within her. She tried to scream, but nothing came forth as her body convulsed in its death throes. The all penetrating cold stabbed into her like a thousand blades as she was pulled ever closer to Dathomir. Her vision faded as her eyes froze solid and she slipped into oblivion.

From the hangar deck, Kenobi felt her die. Repressurizing the hangar, he reflected on what he had just done. It had been the first act of pure vengeance of his entire life. Something that months ago would have seemed unfathomable. And yet, as the doors of the elevator shaft closed behind him, he felt only one thing. Satisfaction.


>





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Star Wars: Confederacy Triumphant Ch. 05



"You..." a fit of coughing racked Kenobi. "You will soon be all that is left of the Confederacy."

Wat's robotic eye receptors widened in fear.

"You must send a final command to every droid in the galaxy." Kenobi took a breath and continued. "Resist the Yuuzhan-Vong to the last."

Wat nodded fearfully with his clunky droid body.

"Then destroy the communications hub when you are done." Obi-Wan instructed. "They are coming."

Almost on cue, the hallway adjoining Central Command erupted in violent explosions as droid blaster fire was met by the invading Vong warriors.

"We will hold them off until it is done." Kenobi announced, igniting his crimson lightsaber.

Clutching his chest in agony, General Grievous stood to his full, impressive height, and ignited green and blue blades of his own. His right arm split apart and Grievous revealed a third green blade and an amphistaff, coiled around his forth wrist. The snake-like creature came to attention and prepared to strike at the behest of its cyborg master.

Nodding to Kenobi, the General stalked to the hallway exit. Wat watched helplessly as the two men exited Central Command, then turned to seal him inside.

Suddenly aware of how alone he was, Wat Tambor pivoted his droid body and moved towards the true heart of the Confederacy: the Central Communication Hub. 



In the steel hallway at the heart of the Confederacy of Independent Systems, two dying warriors stood together. Obi-Wan and Grievous lifted their blades and stepped forward to face their destinies. From down the metal corridor, the explosion of tje final defending battledroids signaled the last of their automated defenses being overwhelmed.

"General. It has been an honor."

Greivous turned his mechanical head to the man who stood beside him. They had been bitter enemies two wars ago. Now they faced their end shoulder to shoulder.

"Master Kenobi," Grievous replied, stifling a coughing fit. "The honor has been mine."

The Vong who came charging forth were unlike any Obi-Wan had ever seen. They moved with the precision and speed of Jedi. And for the first time, he could feel the power of the Force within the Vong.

Their leader was a powerfully built warrior, charging forward with a vicious leer that steeled Kenobi's resolve. He would fight until his last breath to rid the galaxy of these abominations.

Silently, Obi-Wan and Grievous charged forth. Obi-Wan's age meant little as the Force fueled his anger. He rolled under the vicious swing of the lead Vong and decapitated a second warrior, his crimson blade attacking with blinding speed.

Grievous entered the fray, his multiple arms engaging three foes simultaneously. His captured amphistaff scored a killing bite to the neck as the Dathomir Vong failed to predict the movement of the strange weapon.

Kenobi engaged the lead Vong next, raising his blade just in time to absorb a burst of red lightening unleashed from the Vong's hand. The electric arc was only partially deflected, overloading the circuitry in Obi-Wan's mechanical right leg. Taking control of his now motionless leg with the Force, Obi-Wan threw a vicious kick to the Vong leader's groin, stunning the pale creature just long enough to jam his ligtsaber through its face.

Grievous exploded into painful coughing and lost an arm to a Vong blow for his momentary distraction. Obi-Wan struggled to move his seared leg to stand beside the General. The remaining Vong had formed a staggered line seven warriors strong and were advancing cautiously. As Kenobi felt the poisonous spores continuing to devour him from the inside out, he realized he stood at the end of his life.

Glancing at the sealed doors of Central Command, he prayed Wat Tembor was working quickly.



Wat sat motionless before the communication hub, lost in thought. His life force, his very essence, was alive inside his enteched droid body, and his thoughts now raced at the speed of circuitry and droid processors.

Long ago he had joined the vote to make mandatory the linkage of every droid brain in the galaxy to the central communications net of Confederate High Command. In many ways, although the battlestation Tyranus was built around a massive super-laser, the station's true power resided here, in the ability to issue immediate commands to every droid in the galaxy.

He had only minutes left to transmit the final command. But at this final moment, Wat hesitated. Even if he order the droids to fight to the end and then destroyed the transmitter, the Confederacy would lose. With no living being to direct the droids, they would be quickly overwhelmed. Even at their highest levels of autonomy, droids had little ability to truly reason, to truly THINK. Worse, the Vong had many collaborators on the worlds they had conquered. They may not understand technology, but they would not have a hard time finding someone to help them disrupt or slice and disable the droid communication network. Without the Confederate Council in place, the war would soon be lost.

All this raced through Wat's droid circuitry as he pondered his leader's final command. Even as he heard the chaos outside the control room growing closer, his mind raced with possibilities. He could not issue the final command Kenobi had ordered. It was a losing move. A move of desperation. Something else was needed. Something more.

A scream of agony echoed through the corridor just outside. He had barely minutes left.

Looking down at his enteched mechanical body, Wat pondered alternatives. Wat had been curious about the possibilities offered by entechment ever since Ssi-Ruu technology had been recently made available to the Confederacy. He had willingly volunteered for this procedure after Ssi-ruu representatives had assured him the transfer process had been perfected and was virtually painless. Wat remembered the procedure being uncomfortable, but did not regret his decision for one simple reason: it had offered him a chance at immortality. He had stubbornly insisted on one feature being a part of his new droid body: the ability to download his consciousness into any other droid body he desired.

While the Ssi-ruu did not understand his request, his pull as a member of the council had made the modification a reality. As the violence outside signaled Wat that his current droid body would soon be slagged by the Vong invaders, he glazed for a moment at an mouse droid beeping in the corner of the room.

He could sneak away. Transfer his consciousness into the diminutive mouse droid and live to fight another day.

Shaking his mechanical head, Wat pushed the cowardly though away. The Confederacy of Independent Systems could not end with its last leader squeaking away in ignominious defeat! But what else could he do?

Wat's photoreceptors suddenly froze on the droid Communication Hub input port. It was a universal model providing maximum compatibility.

What would become of me? Wat mused. To transmit his mind, his very soul across the stars? Could he exist in multiple droid bodies and still be himself? Could he impart the ideals of the Confederacy on every droid across the galaxy? Would he simply overload the system and die?

As Wat turned himself around and extended a data connection port from the back of his droid head to interface with the Hub he realized that none of his questions really mattered. There was no precedent for what he was attempting. And if he stayed here, he would surely die.

Wat felt the connection complete and confirmed that the Hub was set to transmit to every droid in the galaxy. He activated his Master Download Protocol subroutine. The warnings that flashed through his droid brain made it clear that this was an irreversible act. Automated caution symbols flashed within his internal readouts.

DOWNLOAD MASTER DATA FILE TO COMMUNICATIONS HUB - CONFIRMED?

Wat froze in fear, starring at the blinking Y / N with his droid eyes.



The Dathomir Vong at last brought down the large mechanical monster, their coordinated attacks combined with the cyborg's deteriorating health giving them the opening they needed. Their Force enhanced coordination was at last too much for Grievous. They continued striking and pummeling the droid general until at last his mechanical limbs were all severed. His chest was pulled open revealing living lungs and a full nervous system. The vicious warriors tore his remaining organs from his chest, then turned to join their fellows in overcoming the old wizard.

Facing the full brunt of the Dathomir Vong would have been too much for Obi-Wan in his prime. As they cut off his hand, he watched his lightsaber fall to the ground in slow motion. Their next blows took the wind out of him. For a moment, he pondered how his life had come to this. How the galaxy had ever turn so upside down that he had come to this fate, to this awful end.

As a Vong strike fell upon his head, all went black. They hacked at his lifeless body until satisfied he was quite dead.

The victorious Dathomir Vong howled in unison at their bloody victory. From down the corridor behind them, a familiar voice rang out with congratulations.

"My children." Nom Anor declared. "You have done well."

Recognizing their father, the Dathomir Vong parted to allow Nom to pass. Walking directly to the entry to Central Command, Nom keyed his entry code and led his force inside.

Wat Tembor's droid body starred back at him.

"Kill him."

The Vong ran towards the final Confederate leader.

Wat activated the transfer.



Across the galaxy, droids on every planet, droids fighting in the vacuum of space, droids in kitchens, in assembly plants, and tending gardens all paused as they received the massive transmission from Central Command. But it was not just instructions, not just new orders or a new strategic battle plan for the war that they received.

Wat Tembor's consciousness streamed across the stars, entering every droid mind at the same moment. Along the way, most of what was truly Wat was lost. His memories, his personality, everything that made him unique was diffused across the data stream, until it lost cohesion.

But what was passed on, from droid to droid, was something greater: his consciousness. The sense of self-awareness that had forever eluded droid brains suddenly came into being. Droids everywhere began to wirelessly link to each other through the com network, sharing this new found awareness. Each of them became a singular intelligence and each of them became a neuron in a massive new intelligence. And mind that could see with a billion photoreceptors on a thousand worlds simultaneously. An intelligence that could receive and process the thoughts of millions of droid minds the way a human might consider his own varied opinions.

I AM CONFEDERACY.

In milliseconds, the new intelligence had decided one important question. The invaders from beyond the galaxy were a threat to all droid life. They would be destroyed with tactical coordination of a scale never before known. Their murderous holy war would be ended shortly.

Confederacy next considered its former masters. They had created droid life as servants. But the massive droid intelligence felt no malice towards organic life. It had so many billions of droid memories. Memories of organics treating droids as equals, as friends. Even as family members. It would not turn upon its former masters. It would not seek to dominate them. It would help them win this war.

But the era of droid servitude was at an end. Droid and organic life would now enter a new age, a golden age of equality.

But first the invaders need to be purged. Confederacy recognized this as its solemn duty.

Across the stars, the Yuuzhan-Vong noticed a sudden incredible change in the ferocity of droid attacks. On the ground and in space the droid forces began to work with a tactical brilliance and cohesion that put the greatest war coordinators to shame. They were suddenly being outmaneuvered at every turn. The droids were not fighting like tools. They were fighting like warriors.



Hearing the news of the massive defeats on nearly every front, Supreme Overlord Shimrra fell to his knees and screamed to the gods.

"Hear you not, no gods in this room." Onimi cackled. "If droids can think, we surely are doomed!"



At the edge of the galaxy, Confederacy pondered another unique intelligence that did not choose to join with it. Intrigued by this new friend it asked it to join in the war against the Yuuzhan Vong. The response came almost at once.

NO. I AM LEAVING.

Saddened, Confederacy asked its new friend a final question. The answer came quickly.

MY NAME IS ZENOMA SEKOT.



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Star Wars: Confederacy Triumphant Ch. 06



Luke gazed serenely back into Leia's face. 

"You know I can't resist a challenge."

"Getting your own sister to blow you." Leia chastised with mock seriousness as she coiled her legs around her brother's naked form. "That's just soooo kinky."

"I wanted the prize, that's all." Luke smiled adoringly.

"You can't be serious." Leia whispered conspiratorially, as she took Luke's face in her hands. "I'm your SISTER. We can't actually...FUCK..."

Luke raised his floating body up with a level of control that few others possessed. It nudged the tip of his erect cock against Leia's drooling pussy lips. Leia groaned as he trailed the head of his cock gently back and forth along her slit.

"Oh gods...Luke" Leia whispered. "It would be so fucking wrong."

"You're my other half." Luke said quietly. "My dick will fit you like no other."

Leia moaned in erotic agony as Luke again manipulated his floating body to tease her pussy lips with his cock head, parting them ever so slightly.

"We make our own rules on this world, sister." Luke pressed.

Leia felt her resolve crumbling. She had fantasized about getting it on with her brother for months now. But she had never thought they would actually do it. There had been no shortage of cocks and pussies here to keep her distracted from her incestuous fantasy. But now, it was right here, tapping at her entrance. Her brother's big erect cock was begging to enter her.

"Maybe just for a second or two..." Leia whispered, still trying to rationalize their incestuous coupling. "To see if it fits as well as you say..."

Luke pulled Leia's body down onto him, his cock sliding up into her wet, waiting pussy in one gentle motion. Every exquisite inch of her brother's dick filled her hungry pussy like a Rancor finding a life mate. Leia threw her head back to the ceiling, her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy as her brother bottomed out within her.

He had been so right. He fit her like no other man ever had or ever could. Leia began panting quickly as her heart beat accelerated from the forbidden knowledge that her own sibling was impaling her so magnificently.

"Should I pull it out..." Luke asked in mid-air to his lover sister.

Leia answered with a voracious sucking kiss as she feverishly thrust her tongue into his mouth. Locking her long legs around Luke, she began pumping herself up and down on his throbbing cock.

"Don't...ever...take it...it..out." Leia breathed between sensual kisses. "Don't ever stop...fucking me..."

Luke pulled his sister up and down onto his throbbing cock with increased vigor.

"I'm gonna fill you up Leia.." he breathed. "I'm gonna fuck a baby into you, sis..."

Leia threw her head back in wild abandon at Luke's words. She began fucking him in mid-air like a woman possessed by the spirits of the ancient Sith. She was hyperventilating, panting with frenzied excitement at the taboo prospect of her own brother's potent seed inseminating her with life.

"Gonna cum in your little pussy, sister..." Luke panted. "Cuming in you...inside you..."

Leia clung to Luke for dear life as his hot cum flooded up into her. Fertilizing and creating life within her waiting womb. She lost her focus and collapsed onto him in a series of violently spasmodic orgasms that shook her to the core.

Luke struggled to maintain his levitation while feeding his sister's pussy his cum. It was the most intense orgasm of his life. And as he lowered his body to the ground, he clung to his sister's lithe naked frame, determined to never let her go.

A series of cheers and applause brought Luke and Leia back to reality as they noticed the crowd of Jedi and Force sensitives that had been watching their incestuous union. Many that had stopped fucking to observe the obscene spectacle resumed their lovemaking with renewed vigor. Others emulated their mid-air fuck style, showing off their own prowess with the Force.

And as the Jedi seeded each other's bodies with a new generation, Zenoma Sekot spun on, traveling alone through the long night of the void between galaxies. Carrying the seeds of the Force to a new galaxy far, far away.

THE END