panted, deep heavy breaths coming out like the exhaust of a car that had been through hell and back. I had been run ragged the past two days, pushed to my limits and beyond. Nemesis slammed down next to me in a heap out in the desert, sending sand scattering from the impact. Pitou stood nonchalantly off in the distance, training the two of us.
Something I insisted on since she wouldn't try to find a hobby, and I'd figured it would give her something to do that would get her active, and she might like it. She liked it. A little too much. Probably the worst idea I ever had in my life. Yet it might have been the best to date as well, paradoxically.
"Your Haki, while useful, is not your only means of sensing me." She said, lecturing me as her eyes stared into mine. Those crimson orbs that glowed in this desert were something that put the fear of God in me. She disappeared, Haki, the Sharingan, and my sensory power screaming at me.
I dove out of the way, the wind doing nothing to slow her down as she sent sand everywhere, and before I could mount a counterattack, she was already gone. Even with the Sharingan making her movements visible to me, she was still too fast.
In the time it would take a man to blink, she had pinballed around, impacting both Nemesis and me dozens of times. Some I had managed to avoid, but several still hit me, knocking the air from my lungs and sending jolts of pain across my body. I found myself thankful for having Nen to dampen the damage, otherwise, I doubt I could properly train with Pitou.
Have Pitou awaken your Nen. One bronze ticket. Use now? Y/N
[Berserker Armor]
|Uncommon Item|
Berserk - A magical armor created by a Dwarven Blacksmith. This armor is exceptionally durable and shapes itself to fit the wearer perfectly. The berserker armor has the ability to enhance its users' performance by suppressing their pain aversion or mental limiters, allowing them to push their bodies to the utmost limit. The armor will also actively impale the wearer's body in the case that they suffer damage to pin their body back together. The armor will also magically repair itself over time. But it has the drawback of amplifying the user's negative emotions as well, requiring careful moderation of one's emotions to use effectively.
I almost do a spit take when the item settles somewhere within my soul. That's… something I hope I never have to use. But if it ever comes out, then I will have become embroiled in a desperate situation. The gacha seems to love giving me things that make me look like a bad guy. Glancing over towards Nemesis getting a helping of Pitou's tender mercies, contemplating how well he would look in the cursed armor.
Nemesis grunted, each impact knocking him around like he was a beach ball. Even with Ten up, he was taking damage and getting sent flying. Pitou, when told about Observation Haki and its growth so far, decided to help me out in training it.
Her advice wasn't wrong. My sensor power let me detect her Nen and aura, and even then it wasn't helping me when she all but vanished. It forced even my Haki to go into overdrive trying to find her, and the Sharingan was just there to help me see and copy her movements. When Haki failed, my eyes and ears were my only options. Mainly my eyes.
"Gah!" A fist impacted my gut, sending me to my knees. The problem was that she was too fast. It didn't matter if my eyes could see her when she was too fast to even move to intercept.
She tutted, padding along the sand, circling me. Nemesis had long since gotten back up and charged at her. His fist was easily avoided, for each punch, she practically danced around. Hand raised, dozens of marble-sized shadow balls formed.
Charging another energy into them before I launched them. "Nemesis, everything into Ten!" I yelled out to him.
He continued his assault while Pitou just smiled like she was watching two kids show her an interesting trick. Nemesis Nen formed around his body, acting as an extra layer of armor, the balls zoomed past him, aimed for Pitou.
She leaped away, but while she was still in the blast radius, I mentally pulled the trigger. A deafening explosion, not that far off from dynamite, was born. The area was briefly illuminated with light and darkness coalescing, kicking up sand everywhere from the gust of wind generated.
I really regret following Pitou's advice about fighting without a lightsaber or sword of any kind. With it, I could stand a better chance. But that's exactly why I heeded her advice. I can't take the easy way out, and I won't always have a weapon on hand. What would happen if I fought someone whom I couldn't just beat down through brute force and lost my weapon?
Drawn out of my thoughts quickly learning to divide my attention, a split second later, my arm was brought up, taking a kick that sent me rocketing back dozens of meters. The muscles had expanded to comically sized levels, making it look like something out of a cartoon, with a novice version that would be generous to even call Ten cloaking my body. On and on our hellish training went. Nemesis took to it like a fish to water, never once hesitating. Even taking some orders from me when an idea came to mind to get a hit on Pitou.
Where I, on the other hand, was more balanced. A mixture of defense and offense, leaning towards more defense because of how fast Pitou was. It didn't matter what I did, she simply had me beaten when it came to speed and power, and I had no choice but to stay on the defensive. There were a few times she kept her distance, only attacking at ranges well out of my sight and sensory range.
I hoped the magnaguards I had summoned were having a better time than we were. After testing them out myself with my lightsaber set to stun, they had been ordered to fight one another to improve their skills. With what was planned for them, I needed them to be as capable as possible.
Finally, to my great relief, she called their training session off. I lay in the sand, uncaring of how cold it was. If anything, it offered relief to my body that was scorching after all of that. Pitou was perched on a rocky outcropping looking towards the palace.
"Something wrong?" I asked her, quickly realizing something was up.
"It would seem the Republic has decided to make a move."
It didn't take long for us to get back to the palace and see what was wrong. Apparently, the Republic had decided to push its luck and have a ship coming through one of our hyperspace lanes with reinforcements and supplies for one of their campaigns that had begun to crumble without support. Jabba's informants had tipped us off on what was happening.
"This won't do," I said, shaking my head with the cloak back up, completely hiding what was underneath. Still going to take some getting used to the head tentacles.
Jabba boomed out loud, doling out orders. The various criminals did as ordered by getting ready to get up and go fight before they were stopped by a simple hand gesture from me. I turned towards Pitou.
"Take Nemesis with you and make an example out of this Republic ship. If probed about who you work for, you are employed under Jabba. Call yourselves…" I paused, trying to think up a fitting yet cool name. I was drawing a blank until I saw Pitou's hand, remembering all the times how silent she was before it struck me. "The Quiet Hand."
Pitou gave me a smile that was all teeth, a hint of her aura leaking out, showing her excitement. To my disappointment, she had changed back to the original outfit she had worn when I first summoned her.
She clapped her hands in excitement as everyone watched us. "Figured you could use this to have some fun. Plus, it gives us an idea of how well Nemesis and you can handle what this galaxy has to throw at you."
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The Republic cruiser had starlight fracturing along its hull as it moved across the vast cosmos of the galaxy. The crew was tense, knowing full well what was at stake, traveling through Jabba's territory after whoever had thought it a good idea to try to assassinate him in the chain of command.
Many of the clones had bets on who made the attempt. Numerous senators who had vendettas against the Hutt and corporations who would want to muscle in on his territory. The list went on. The Hutt had made no small amount of enemies that even most of the clones knew of.
Yet no one knew a thing. That's what had them all concerned. Well… that and the fact they were using his hyperspace lane after they were ordered to travel through it to get to a system that desperately needed relief and supplies. If they didn't get there, then that entire campaign and all of their brothers' suffering and deaths would have been for nothing.
Something they all refused to allow to happen. Then the moment they all dreaded had finally come. They had gotten into the hyperspace lane, taking early exits out of hyperspace and adjusting their coordinates as the Jedi commander ordered, hoping it would be enough to not tip Jabba off on what they were doing and avoid notice.
The first sign that something was wrong was the sound. Not alarms, nor blaster fire. A thud. Deep and rhythmic, it told them all something was approaching. Clone troopers in the lower hangars turned when one of them pointed out the sound.
Then the blast doors caved inward, not melted or cut, but folded. Metal buckled around a single massive silhouette stepping through the doors.
"Contact!" A clone shouted.
Nemesis stepped into the light of the ship. His aura was contained, tight, invisible to the clones, and suffocatingly dense. Ten wrapped around him like layered armor, and Ren compressed inward like coiled artillery.
"Open fire!" A clone yelled, hefting his blaster. It was followed by a wall of blue blaster bolts crashing into Nemesis. The blue bolts struck, splashed, and then died the instant they made contact with him.
Blaster fire that could punch through battle droids and thin durasteel plating dispersed against the invisible sheath hugging his skin. The deck beneath his boots cracked with each step forward, the nigh-unstoppable juggernaut not even bothered by what amounted to kisses from gnats.
"… Eliminate." The word leaving the monster's mouth wasn't loud, but his aura reacted to it all the same. His aura surged, but unlike at the beginning of his training, it wasn't wasted going outward, instead moving towards his limbs.
One moment Nemesis was walking intimidatingly towards the clones, the next he rushed towards them, crushing them each with crippling blows, sending blood splatters everywhere. One was smashed through a durasteel wall, another had his head caved in followed by the rest of his body, and the rest were crushed like a wrecking ball going through bowling pins.
The entire hangar had turned into chaos as fighters and transport ships were shoved and tipped over and clone troopers were killed by the dozens. The rest of the ship was now on alert for the creature, with over several dozen clones positioned in the hall leading further into the ship, ready for whatever was attacking them. But no amount of preparation was going to prepare them for what just smashed through the wall behind them.
A clone didn't even hesitate, hefting a launcher up. The crew had quickly realized they were dealing with something far more dangerous than simple battle droids. The warhead screamed across the ship's corridor and detonated against Nemesis's chest in a bloom of fire and smoke.
Some of the clones, including the one who fired the rocket, relaxed, believing it was over. They soon tensed up when a heavy thud in the fire gave them pause for celebration. The smoke cleared enough to see Nemesis was fine and walked out of the flames as if he was born from them.
His outfit was burned away in small strips, but underneath it, his flesh had not ruptured nor burned, instead, it was hardened. Aura condensed into the impact point, dispersing the force of the explosion through sheer density.
The clones fired at him, shooting more rockets and blasters. The rockets didn't even slow him down as he just ran through them. The fire and flames licked away at Nemesis, yet it did him no harm. The first clone had a tentacle impale his head. Another had the body thrown into him, toppling him over.
The rest were turned into paste decorating the ship's walls, the last one, with his dead brother on top of him, fired a pistol at Nemesis, who simply ignored the blaster fire like a grizzly bear would ignore a bee and just stepped on his chest, crushing the man, before moving further into the ship, slaughtering anyone who got in his way.
Using the other technique Pitou taught him, Nemesis could see the various targets all around it, both above and below it. En let it sense their movements, but most importantly, where they all were located.
Sensing a group around the corner from him, Nemesis flexed his aura and ran, tearing through the various bulkhead doors between him and his targets. Crumpling a pair of durasteel doors, several clones stared at him in horror, not having expected what he just did.
"Fall back!" One of them yelled only to get grabbed by a tentacle and then ripped in half. The group quickly gave up on shooting him, realizing it did nothing and slowed them down. A few tossed grenades that, like everything else, did nothing to him.
Nemesis in hot pursuit managed to crush and tear apart some of their members before catching up to what was left of them. The clones rounded a corner, slapping charges against the walls in a mad rush, knowing that Nemesis wasn't far behind.
The clones got as far from the charges as possible, especially when they heard the groan of durasteel being bent and broken and the wet sounds of flesh and bone snapping and tearing not far from them. As Nemesis entered the narrow passage, the charges detonated in sequence. The hallway vanished, and in its place was fire, the screams of metal, and the shadows lengthening.
When the fire and smoke had thinned enough, the few clones left of their original group watched in quiet dread as a shape stood tall amongst the wreckage. With his aura flaring off of him, it wasn't wild like it had been in the past but focused. He stepped forward through collapsed bulkheads as though they were curtains, an unrelenting specter that to the clones seemed unkillable. He may as well have been.
The rest of the group gave a valiant fight, knowing they couldn't outrun Nemesis, one of them even telling the rest of the ship what to expect from Nemesis. It was damn near invincible to whatever they had to throw at it. Like all the others before them, they died gruesome deaths.
A cry of pain silenced by a tentacle snapping a clone's neck, a group ran towards a turbo lift. Behind them lay over a hundred of their brothers, or what was left of them. "C'mon, you kriffing turbolift." One of them growled rapidly, pressing the button and glancing back constantly over his shoulder.
The last dozen of their brothers tried to hold Nemesis off. Five fired a rotary blaster each into the thing, and it simply charged at them unconcerned, with no visible damage to its body beyond the rags that adorned it. One was backhanded and turned into a blood splatter on the wall, another, a single punch, had him slam into the wall beside them with them covered in his blood as it leaked out of the cracks in his armor.
Three more were killed when that tentacle rent through their armor and beheaded them. As soon as the elevator opened, the group rushed in, opening fire on the creature. They had hoped that what remained of their brothers would be able to join them, but by the time the lift got to them, only four were left.
One fired a missile, but unlike the other times, the thing grabbed it out of the air before tossing it back at them. Fire erupted from the blast, with the creature charging right through it, with only one of them left knocked back from the blast. He looked at them prone on the ground. "Go! Get bigger weapons and avenge all of us!"
He cried out, pulling two thermal detonators before getting up and charging the creature. As the lift doors closed, they saw the explosion rushing towards them, making the lift rattle when the doors slammed shut. It soon stabilized as the group for a brief moment just stood there, looking towards one another.
"Well… at least we got away from it." One said as the group all looked at him.
Another holding a rotary blaster sat down, leaning against a wall. "What the hell is that thing?!"
They may be clone troopers, made from the greatest bounty hunter's genetic template, and augmented to be even better than the rank and file soldiers the Republic had churned out in the past thousand years, but even they were horrified witnessing that thing shrug off enough ordnance to take down one or two droid battalions.
Most of that was meant for the planets they were supposed to reinforce and supply. "I don't know, but it looks like that thing that had been making the rounds on the HoloNet that helped the Seppies take a planet from us. You guys know the one."
They all realized he was right. Their comms crackled to life. "Squad 24, do you copy?"
"We copy… or what's left of us." One of them said, earning them a series of agreements.
"We have a plan to handle the creature. Once your turbolift comes to a stop, reach the checkpoint at these points, and the others will handle it." Their Jedi commander gave them their orders as they all looked towards one another.
"What could they possibly have that's going to kill that thing? Anything short of blowing up the ship I don't think is going to do anything."
"We have our orders, let's just hope the commander knows what he is doing."
Before any of them could say another word, they heard a light thump, making them all raise their weapons. The last one to speak had a massive hand break through the lift floor and grab his leg. He didn't even have time to scream before he was yanked through the newly made hole and thrown down into the abyss.
Nemesis opened the hole further when he tried to clamber into the lift. The clones didn't go down without a fight, one brandishing their rotary cannon and letting loose point-blank at the monster's face.
"Eat this!" He gave it all he had as the others joined him before a hand reached up, grabbing the heavy weapon and using it while the clone held onto it, slamming him into the wall before turning it against the clones and gunning them all down.
The sole survivor looked up, drawing his holdout blaster as Nemesis turned its back against him, a tentacle snaked around his legs and threw him down the hole, his screams fading soon after. Holding the rotary cannon, looking it over, seemingly pleased with its new weapon, as the lift finally came to a stop with Nemesis nonchalantly busting through the doors, too impatient to even wait for them to open.
En told him all he needed to know. Many of his targets were around this corridor at the edge of the ship. The only part that blocked the cold vastness of space from the insides of this vessel. Turning a corner as the clones ran back, with several getting mowed down by Nemesis' new toy.
A snarl escaped him, he stomped forward, noticing the armored figures were no longer running, and the door they went through sealed shut, with several more layers added onto it. Before Nemesis could figure out what they were doing, an explosion went off for a second, forming fire and smoke before it was immediately sucked out, with Nemesis getting dragged towards it.
Hands dug into the metal floor trying to remain inside the ship before some bad luck hit the modified Tyrant. The floor under its grip crumpled and was pulled up before it could grab something else, and Nemesis was sucked out of the ship by the powerful vacuum of space.
There he floated as the ship lurched past him. A growl that was silenced by the vacuum around it escaped the bioweapon, its body already beginning to adapt to the lack of air and the damage being done to its body. It would not be deprived of its hunt so easily.
The clones cheered and let out a collective sigh of relief at their commander's idea of using the outer corridor as a means to get that thing off the ship. Even if they could kill it, the commander had pointed out how many supplies it would take that would not be used to help the planets they were meant to help, alongside the number of lives lost trying to kill it.
"We did it. Ha! Suck on that, you fat ugly Hutt." One of them said with the few Arc troopers glancing in his direction.
"Commander, the enemy has been removed from the ship." He said. He and the other two were the other half of the Arc trooper class for clones-- the ones that the Kaminoans specifically genetically engineered far beyond their rank and file brothers and trained far more by the best the galaxy had, making them superior to the already capable and powerful yet standard clone troopers. The other half of them, like Captain Rex, had earned it by showing they were better than the rank-and-file clones. The clones coveted the position, as it acknowledged them as the best of the best.
But despite how good they may be, when compared to the Alpha class and subsequent generations after them, on even ground or with some advantages, the bred Arc troopers easily outclassed the clones who earned the position that weren't modified like them.
"Good. Take care of any injured and ensure the rest of the ship is properly secured in case of a breach. We don't want the same thing we did to that thing to happen to the rest of us."
"Yes, sir." Demo turned to the others, easily over two hundred clones, about to dole out orders, but he paused, hearing something that he could barely hear over the others' cheering and talking to one another.
He and the others turned when the sound of tearing metal greeted their ears to see the multilayered bulkhead doors keeping the vacuum of space from them torn open, the abomination they had tried their level best to kill or remove from the ship staring back hatefully at all of them with its one eye.
Demo and his fellow Arc troopers drew their weapons and shot at it with the brief window they had. It wasn't because they thought they could kill it or somehow keep themselves planted on the durasteel floor and not get sucked out into space.
They had no delusions of them defying physics. It was both out of habit and their ingrained sense of honor to not go down without a fight. The various clones all screamed. They and their weapons were dragged towards the doorway, getting opened more and more.
Several of them slammed into Nemesis, sliding off of it while the vacuum pulled them out, sucked out into the once-sealed corridor and out into the dark, cold vastness of space. Demo and a brother shot grappling wires attaching themselves to the only thing that wasn't getting sucked out-- the creature.
A third had tried to go out in a blaze of glory with two thermal detonators before he got towards the creature and was impaled before he was folded in half, his spine snapping audibly, and the two grenades were knocked to the side of the entrance, making the hole bigger.
They hung onto it with Demo and Bolt activating the taser part of the wrist wires. A surge of electricity washed over the thing's form, enough to fry the circuits of most droids near instantly, yet before their eyes, whatever shield this thing had kept the electricity off of it like oil and water.
A tentacle came out of its arm, with several already woven into the metal floor of the ship like stitches in clothes. The tentacle came up and smacked the reinforced line, snapping it and sending the two out into the void with the rest of their brothers. It didn't even bother looking back at them.
On and on the carnage went across the ship, Nemesis absolutely thorough in its mission to terminate everyone onboard the ship. The Jedi commander looked over the reports being actively sent towards him, his eyes narrowed, deep in thought after every increasingly desperate measure they had taken to either kill the creature or force it off the ship had failed.
He closed his eyes before letting out a long, tired sigh. "Contact the council and send them recordings of what has transpired."
"Yes, sir." One of the clone officers on the bridge said, getting right to work, with a hologram appearing, showing some of the Jedi High Council members.
Before he or any of them could say a word, the doors leading into the bridge opened with several clone troopers walking in with their blasters held in their hands instead of holstered.
"Jedi Knight Surn, I assume you have run into trouble?" Master Windu said, eyeing him before looking at the clones who had not stopped walking towards him, with the officers and bridge crew now giving them funny looks.
Looks that turned to surprise when the blasters were aimed at their commander. "By order of the Supreme Chancellor, you are to be executed under Order 66."
Some of the clone officers gasped and gaped, looking between them and their commander of this mission.
"What?! What is the meaning of this?" Jedi Knight Surn turned on his men, who should be trying to help him handle the situation. The various council members, including Grandmaster Yoda, Mace Windu, Luminara Undulli, and a few others, looked disturbed by what was happening.
"Out of respect for you, commander, get on your knees and place your hands on the back of your head, and we will make this painless." The clone stepped forward before Surn ignited his lightsaber, deflecting several blaster bolts, taking several troopers down in the process.
The various officers and bridge crew looked unsure while the clones were dispatched when one of them turned towards the rest of them. "We have our orders from the Chancellor. Are you just going to watch us die or help us and follow your orders?"
The various officers and crew members had grim expressions when they rose from their stations, taking their blasters, even if they were pistols now, and turning on their commander.
"The Supreme Chancellor Palpatine gave this order? Stand down!" Windu said, looking concerned with the clones all turning on Surn. Before, he might have been able to handle the troopers that entered the room, but with the others surrounding him, it had become much more difficult for him.
"The Chancellor overrides your authority, General." A clone said from the back, firing away with the others.
The hologram became blurry, with the concerned voices of the council members becoming static. The hologram eventually faded with Surn finally letting out a hot breath, looking at the carnage. Bodies lay on the floor, some of these men had served with him for months and turned on him at a moment's notice. When they needed to work together.
He needed to leave. If the other clones were like these ones, then he had to escape. He wanted to help those planets they were meant to support and supply with this Venator, but he had to get back to the council and get them this information.
Both the creature and figure out why his soldiers had turned against him. But most importantly of all was that strange feeling he felt through the Force coming from the clones that had turned against him, it was incredibly subtle, and he almost missed it. It felt similar to the disturbance he felt when the clones battled the creature rampaging through the ship.
Just when he was about to leave, a girl's laugh had him pause, eyes wide open, he turned, lightsaber held at the ready. A woman stood at the head of the bridge, almost skipping around while she stared at the aftermath of the fight he had had.
Then he felt it once whatever she had done to hide her presence from him faded. His jaw tightened, the foreign feeling he felt was similar to both the creature and what had happened to the clones. He had begun to connect the dots, and none of it he liked. Yet there were still so many questions, but for now, he had to live if he wanted to warn the others.
"You are the source of the disturbance in the Force," He said evenly.
She blinked innocently, feline-like ears twitching as she blinked innocently. Her white tail snaked through the air in excitement, with her smile growing. "Disturbance? That's such a serious word~."
The deck shuddered violently below them when an explosion echoed upward, followed by the distant, bone-rattling impact of the monster tearing through another bulkhead, likely in another attack on what had been his troops.
He again felt the disturbance. That pressure, a monstrous will that advanced through what was left of his ship and his crew and what he was beginning to believe had been the cause of his troops betraying him.
"What are you?" He demanded.
Her tail swayed. "Someone loyal to her master," She answered brightly, "Isn't that enough?"
He lunged, the blue glow of his blade aimed for her throat. She vanished on the spot, not from the Force, but from her pure physical speed. Her clawed hand nearly met his forearm before he backed out of the attack, looking at her in a new light. She was dangerous enough that he was more wary of her than the creature.
Every part of him screamed out in terror that she was something to be feared. Even the Force wasn't much help. She stayed put, not coming closer before she laughed in delight. "Oh good," She said quietly, almost a whisper, eyes shining as they stared into what felt like the depths of his soul. "You might actually be interesting."
She stepped forward, and Surn had the feeling like he was facing down a great apex predator. Something like the stories told of the old monsters the Sith had created in ancient times. He realized escape wasn't an option now.
Blade held at the ready, she gauged his reaction time and noticed quickly that it was slower than before. It would seem the rumors on the darker parts of the HoloNet were correct. A Jedi had some form of predictive power, maybe even precognitive. But as other rumors and information had shown, only those who could read between the lines of ancient history would notice that when one of them was emotionally unbalanced for a variety of reasons, they lost a lot of their advantages.
A shame, but then she wouldn't be here to enjoy herself even if she still was. The lightsaber hummed and moved about the room, where most people would have long since been killed by the weapon, Pitou avoided it, having a good idea that even if she had Ten fully up, it would maybe take a single blow, and then she would be in trouble.
The blow would have to be a glancing one, she fully doubted Ten or even Ken would help, but Ken might be able to withstand a single strike, and that was against what was an average Jedi. She doubted Ken could even do that.
Ducking under a strike, she got a punch right into his gut that sent him flying back after she felt a few cracks from his ribs. He coughed, and flecks of blood came out, yet he never once dropped or lowered his weapon. Down on a knee, he shakily got back to his feet with her skipping towards him, posture loose and carefree.
Blasters were one thing, but that weapon he wielded was something else entirely. Pitou tested him, moving about at high speeds. Nothing to overwhelm him and end the fight too quickly. She wanted to see what to expect from these people since fighting them in the future was guaranteed.
A kick into his side made him wince, his body was battered and hurt all over. He stopped for a moment when Pitou stood across from him, arms clasped behind her back. He raised his hand, and her eyes widened in excitement as she could see the disturbance that came from him, which was invisible to the naked eye, even without En, she would have noticed the damaged sections of the floor, bodies, weapons, and debris shift and move to an unseen force.
Pitou moved out of the way of his attack just when it slammed and dented the metal wall behind her before she broke his jaw with a kick. He fought, knowing this was his last moment of life in the galaxy, and his last expression should have been one of calm serenity, instead, it was one of terror and fear etched into his face.
She cut him down after a short exchange of blows after that last attack, and his head rolled across the floor after she cut it off. Grabbing his head, Pitou got an idea of what she could do with his body after the last of the clones had been dealt with and the ship was now Tobi's.
Any form of outward communication had been taken care of by Pitou, only allowing just enough information to be shown to their leaders. She made her way through the ship, picking off any she could before using her Hatsu to control the dead she had taken, and did as Tobi ordered.
She understood after he had explained the purpose beyond taking the ship and massacring those on board. It was a means to tip the Jedi off to the treachery that would have come from such an order. It undermined his enemies' plans and sowed chaos amongst them.
And she got to have some fun even if the Jedi was a little disappointing. But it was better than nothing. At least she got to have some fun training with her Master and Nemesis, both of whom were getting better as the days went by. Especially Tobi.
Nemesis, while an adept learner, was rather of a one-track mind and a simple fighter at that. Tobi, on the other hand, had such potential that she found herself utterly thankful she had been given the chance to serve him. It made it so that it wasn't ever boring for her.
Her En directed further into the ship, seeing that Nemesis still had plenty more of the clones to work his way through. Shrugging to herself, she might as well go help him and enjoy herself in the process as she padded along, making sure Tobi's new training dummy was intact enough while being placed in a safe spot.
Chaos Gacha:
[Berserker Armor]
|Uncommon Item|
Berserk - A magical armor created by a Dwarven Blacksmith. This armor is exceptionally durable and shapes itself to fit the wearer perfectly. The berserker armor has the ability to enhance its users' performance by suppressing their pain aversion or mental limiters, allowing them to push their bodies to the utmost limit. The armor will also actively impale the wearer's body in the case that they suffer damage to pin their body back together. The armor will also magically repair itself over time. But it has the drawback of amplifying the user's negative emotions as well, requiring careful moderation of one's emotions to use effectively.
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Successfully took over a Republic Venator and took all of its supplies for yourself. One silver ticket. Roll now? Y/N
Reveal the danger of Order 66 to the Jedi Council! One gold ticket. Roll now? Y/N
I sat back sipping away at an exotic fruity alcoholic drink as a few of the entertainer women around the throne room of my palace occasionally looked at me, some of them even moving a little closer and brushing against me.
While nice and with a flesh and blood body, the desire for them was strong, something was even stronger. Knowing I had gotten more powers at my disposal with it telling me that Pitou and Nemesis were successful in taking out the clones and Jedi on the ship. My mood dimmed at the thought of all those people killed. I had contemplated letting them go to the areas they had to go to, but I had already invested in cutting off those supply lines.
I couldn't afford to be weak hearted now, not when Sidious could use it and bend me over a barrel as he wins and everyone else loses. By this point, I was one of the few people aware of him and could do something to ruin his plans. Pitou doing what she did seemed to do the trick with her power to manipulate and control corpses.
When a particular yellow-skinned Twi'lek offered me another drink, I mentally gave the go-ahead to see what I got. She refilled it and gave me a good view of her assets as she sashayed past me with a knowing smile on her face as she brushed a hand up one of my arms still covered by a robe.
[Mist]
|Uncommon Ability|
Allows you to create and control mist, using it to obscure, hinder and even smother flames. With training, you could create ice mist to freeze or condense mist to create physical obstacles and attacks.
[Incubus/Succubus]
|Elite Trait|
Race Change - You are a dream demon, one that sucks on the vitality of your victim as a Succubus/Incubus. You are more attractive and alluring to your preferred partners. You also possess slightly superhuman stats and increased magical power. You are also able to sense arousal, peek into dreams, and subtly influence them, as well as shapeshift according to your partner's preferences. The potency of all Lewd abilities and spells are increased.
While not overwhelmingly powerful, the mist power could prove useful, especially when combined with my skills in stealth. Enough so it might become a mainstay of my Abilities. Just the ability to blind my enemies and still sense them and attack from afar was an invaluable power to have.
The second, however, made itself known the instant I acquired it. My body had shifted, my skin felt loose and tight simultaneously, it and my muscles and organs felt like a pit of squirming eels and worms. My muscles tightened, growing stronger and thicker yet becoming smaller in size. The ever present feeling of that energy inside of me that let me use all of my miraculous powers grew, along with my speed, reflexes, everything just became more.
I could even feel the lust and desire around me, far greater than with just Haki alone. The urges, desire, all of it. From the women serving what they thought was Jabba and not his corpse being piloted by Pitou's new Nen ability, and the men who now served me even if those urges are kept in check by my control over them.
It even felt like a darker weight but not bad oddly enough settled within me. Like that feeling you get when you do something considered really wrong for you to do when you were a kid.
Jabba on his dais gave the order for most of the servants and others to leave and those under my control followed his orders having adjusted that they follow a chain of command. I can't control everything and I needed them to be capable of adapting along with the fact that delegating is something I am quite familiar with from various retail jobs and higher ups in those companies.
They did so with the various women eyeing me and batting their eye lashes with Kama Sutra and my newfound nature as an Incubus told me all I needed to know. Pitou and Nemesis came into the room with Nemesis forced to hunch over otherwise he would damage the monastery.
"You both performed wonderfully!" I said, scooping Pitou up into a hug and gingerly patting Nemesis' arm still covered in what was left of his limiter jacket. Didn't want to get any of his goop on me after all.
Pitou's smile grew wider. "With your training I thought it best to get you a training dummy." Her tail swished side to side, followed by a figure stepping out of the shadows, and my eyes hidden by the cloak would have widened if the surprise hadn't already been spoiled by my Observation Haki and my enhanced senses when it came to more exotic energies.
It was the Jedi Pitou had killed who walked in looking alive and fine as he stared ahead. Pitou didn't need to bother hiding that he was a piloted corpse from those in the room. The only ones we had to worry about were the servants and the monks. I doubt the latter cared enough about this since those that would have sold us out had been taken care of by their order for turning away from their path.
I… was conflicted. I knew he was dead and felt remorse at having him killed. But at the same time, he had to die because I couldn't afford the Jedi and Palpatine knowing about what they think are Jabba's assets to use against them. That and those campaigns in the Outer Rim had to fail. He also served the purpose of tipping the Jedi off that the clones will turn on them, hopefully making them all much more wary of trusting their troops under their command.
It also served another purpose. Pitou had examined the clones' bodies besides the ones she had used to create the illusion of betrayal of the Republic towards Jabba. There was no biochip embedded in any of them. Even with thorough examinations… when they were still alive while brain dead, it wasn't there. That last one I had been deeply disturbed and gave Pitou the order that she wasn't to do that again unless we were in absolute dire circumstances. Even if she didn't do the deed and merely healed the clone who had been dead for a brief moment.
Even if they were brain dead, that's just too messed up. It's a case of me becoming just as bad if not worse than Palpatine in order to defeat him. My life would not be worth living when I have to become even worse than the evil I sought to destroy. After all of this my hands were not clean and I was now covered in blood.
Ignoring the disturbing moral implications and focusing on the important piece of information. The clones didn't need a biochip like what was revealed in the show The Clone Wars. The one that retconned the clone troopers having a biological chip of some kind that forced them to obey instead of the original idea that most of them went through with Order 66 willingly like most real world soldiers of various nationalities committing heinous acts under the orders from up high regardless of how evil or stupid the orders were.
When the others on the bridge heard what they thought was their brothers about to commit a legal order despite the confusion and the ongoing situation, the bridge crew turned on the Jedi all the same. That made things more difficult for me but at the same time a little easier.
At least when it came to killing them. Knowing they were willing to betray their commanders even if some of them on a technicality deserved it in their eyes made it a little easier for me to cut them down myself or a lot easier to order it from a distance as I don't have to watch it happen. I get some of their dislike for the Jedi. Like their commanders needlessly charging an entrenched enemy position getting them killed when they could have stayed back and forced them out whittling them down from a distance.
If people I cared about and fought alongside for years just got killed because our glowstick wielding monk commander decided they didn't like us fighting at a nice safe distance I'd probably be pretty angry too. Angry enough to want to shoot them in the back. But I am not someone blinded by my emotions so easily or my wants and needs. Like the menagerie of exotic alien women that probably wouldn't be against throwing themselves at me and having some fun under the covers. Which with my newly gained nature wouldn't be out of the question.
But with the growth in my abilities, I still needed to train to be better prepared for the threats that would come for me. But with the time I had to train and enjoy the finer things in life, like good food, booze, and the feeling of breathing again, I had plenty to think about on my loadout.
What Abilities to equip for the coming conflicts and the ones that would become my main ones. The top of the list that made it mandatory was Observation Haki. It combined with my enhanced senses made it so I could be aware of most things around me. That was just the beginning. My training with Pitou when told about its ability to grow and what it could do when its user is pressured led to some… interesting training.
The kind of training I thought I might die from. I probably would have had I not dodged when I did. My Haki had grown vastly when I had other Abilities unequipped, unfortunately it still had not gotten to the point I could see into the future. But I believe I was close to reaching that point.
The other powers were up in the air for what would be slotted in. A top contender besides Observation Haki was Shadow Ball. The things were absolutely devastating and I could use them in reduced forms when I needed antipersonnel and didn't want to destroy the surroundings too much.
But Shadow Ball could be swapped out for other options as well, like Detonate. Though in its case it required me to be in contact with the object or thing. It made me think of that guy Kurama fought against in the final battles of the Dark Tournament from Yu Yu Hakusho. But that wouldn't be difficult either to use my enhanced muscles to come in and speed blitz them, glide, or use stealth with the newly gained mist that I could pull off a good Zabuza impression with.
I had options and time to figure things out. It was going to run out soon, but I had versatility, which was much more important in my eyes.
The figure stepped forward drawing me from my thoughts. The dead bodies blade snapped to life aimed for my left arm only to have my lightsaber meet it in a clash before a series of blows were exchanged, strong powerful strikes with acrobatic techniques sprinkled amidst them while I remained on the defensive taking any openings I could easily scoring several hits on the body managing to damage it enough were he alive the first strike through a kidney would have been enough to kill him.
The figure after the third strike stepped back before walking away, the lightsaber extinguished and hidden on its person. Pitou had a big smile as her eyes were wide after witnessing my skill with a blade.
She rubbed her thighs together before speaking. "I see what you mean about being incredibly skilled with a blade. We have to incorporate that into your training." She nodded sagely.
"You're just doing that because you want a challenge, aren't you?" I saw right through her as she paused before scratching the side of her head with a finger and laughing awkwardly. I let out a sigh before nodding towards her. "I appreciate the gesture… but please don't do something like that again Pitou. There are droids I could have used for something like that."
Her smile dimmed a little as she nodded towards me bowing. Jabba bellowed something out in his native language that like many things Pitou had learned about and how to speak it. "You were right, Tobi. It would seem the leader of the Separatists wishes to contact Jabba."
I rubbed my hands together feeling the leather gloves and the rest of the dark clothes under the cloak, finding myself glad that Dooku for all of his sophistication and grandeur was still a somewhat predictable man.
"It's showtime Pitou! Come come! We must set the scene." Set the scene we did. Nemesis was forced further back into the shadows, Pitou played along taking amusement out of my antics as she crouched high up in the shadows above us.
Jabba for his part was still resting on his dais, thick tail coiled beneath him, his breathing was heavy yet sounded slow and wet, his heavy lidded eyes half closed in lazy authority knowing no one was foolish enough to attack him inside of his seat of power after the Republic had made their attempt on his life in the rest of the galaxy's eyes. At least that's what he would normally do.
Beside him stood a thin protocol droid, photoreceptors flickering patiently. Pitou's tail swayed lazily behind her, Nemesis remained as still as a statue yet I could hear his breathing like cinder blocks grinding against one another in a whisper.
The droid broke the calmness that pervaded the chamber. "Connection established," The droid announced. With it the holoprojector flared to life.
I struggled to not squeal seeing Count Dooku's form appear in blue shimmering light before us all. He looked tall, his clothes those of an aristocrat, cape draped elegantly over one shoulder yet I couldn't help but feel how it could be… more. Dooku's expression looked calm and calculating. "Lord Jabba."
The Hutt's heavy eyes focused on the projection. "You have some nerve contacting me, Count," Jabba rumbled through the translator droid.
"I imagine the Republic's recent… aggression has left you displeased." Dooku's gaze remained steady. "I believe we both now share a common enemy."
Up above, Pitou's ears twitched in amusement while I continued to hide my growing fanboy wanting to be freed. He looked just like Christopher Lee… does that mean I met the actor through one of his iconic villains he portrayed?
Jabba leaned forward slightly, his fat folds shifted from his posture adjusting itself. "Continue."
Dooku clasped his hands behind his back. "The Republic grows desperate. Their supply lines in the Outer Rim are collapsing now that your hyperspace lanes are closed. Already they attempt to bypass your authority."
Jabba's eyes narrowed. "Oh?"
"A Republic Venator attempted to slip past your surveillance hours ago. It carried weapons, supplies, and clone reinforcements intended for several failing campaigns." Dooku paused not because I think he needed to collect his thoughts or did not know what to say next, but for a dramatic reveal. "They hoped you would not notice."
For a moment, the throne room was silent. Then it was broken by Jabba's booming laughter, a deep, ugly rumble. "You are late, Count." In response Dooku's brow creased slightly and Jabba explained to him. "The ship has already been dealt with."
A flicker of surprise and genuine curiosity crossed the Sith Lord's face. "Indeed?"
Jabba gestured lazily. "My Quiet Hand dealt with it."
"Your… what?" I now wanted to burst out laughing at Dooku, the guy who is known for his witty yet insulting remarks like a sophisticated gentleman, and for once he was at a loss for words.
To be fair, Jabba is the last guy I would expect to have the resources to be capable of attacking a Venator stocked up with enough weapons, equipment, and clones to supply multiple planets that are currently embroiled in constant conflict on short notice.
At the mention of the name of the group, Pitou dropped from above crouched before rising up smiling at the Count as he was snapped out of his surprise. The throne room lights caught her white hair and wide curious eyes. Pitou moved with loose grace, like a lion trotting across the African landscape, tail swaying lightly behind her.
Dooku stared at her for a moment. "That," He said slowly, "Is your operative?"
Pitou merely smiled, showing him just a hint of sharp teeth. Beside the dais, a massive shape shifted in the shadows drawing Dooku's attention. Heavy boots thudded against stone as Nemesis' towering figure emerged. His breathing now no longer as silent had become a deep mechanical rumble.
Even through the hologram Dooku seemed capable of sensing the sheer physical menace radiating from Nemesis. His eyebrows lifted slightly.
"Fascinating."
Jabba's translator droid continued calmly despite having the shadow of Nemesis looming over it. "They boarded the ship, eliminated the entire crew and took the ship with all of its supplies for me."
Pitou's tail flicked happily, acting up her enjoyment of the praise… was it really an act when I had praised her and Nemesis for their efforts?
"Clones fight well," She said cheerfully. "But they're very easy to take apart… now that Jedi on the other hand, while disappointing," I saw the look of intrigue on Dooku's face when revealed she had battled the commander and won, "Put up a slightly better fight."
He studied her for a long moment. He was probably thinking how at odds her appearance and her personality were with the image of someone taking on even an average Jedi and winning. She was petite, small, and acted like someone who just wanted to play around.
Yet I hadn't doubted for a second Dooku wasn't using the Force as it washed over her presence, potentially getting the same disturbance the Jedi had spoken of when Pitou told me all that had happened. I idly wondered what it was like for Dooku to be feeling and touching something through the Force that shouldn't exist and it being similar yet so alien to everything he knew up until this point. If he was even capable of doing it when he wasn't even in the same solar system as us. I wouldn't be surprised if could, the Force is bullshit as universally agreed upon by Star Wars fans everywhere.
"… Impressive," He finally admitted, looking intrigued by both Pitou and Nemesis. I remained in the shadows not wanting to reveal myself just yet. Now wasn't the time, I'd let his interest grow as he would likely investigate where Pitou and Nemesis came from.
He would if he already hadn't realized Nemesis was the same creature that helped repel the Republic in a battle both Obi-Wan and Anakin were a part of. People he likely kept tabs on making sure where both were in the galaxy.
Both my newfound skills in stealth and using Zetsu to hide my presence proved useful and I wanted to be extra safe. Dooku would ask questions I wanted him to investigate, and with certain little hints left here and there he would be a potential candidate on my side of things.
Dooku never noticed me otherwise he would have said something. He could be hiding if he sensed me but I can't see him doing that. Not when his attention remained on Pitou and Nemesis beside her. Like trying to find the beam of a flashlight when you have a star shining above you that was far brighter and eye-catching that easily drowned out the weaker light.
"A unique pair of agents," The Sith Lord said thoughtfully.
Jabba merely chuckled. "They are… effective." Then Jabba's jovial nature shifted, becoming more tense and intimidating. "But know this Count, I have not forgotten what you did with my son, but after the Republic pulled their stunt… and what my master has told me," At the mere mention of Jabba having a master gave Dooku pause as he had looked at Jabba as if staring at him would give him answers. "I will ally with you. But if you try any further treachery like you did with my son, you will learn that what the Republic is getting is merciful compared to what will happen to you from both me and my master."
Dooku stood stock still, probably not liking someone like Jabba threatening him as it must have rankled his pride something fierce. But he needed allies and he may have seen it as a chance to potentially gain assets to finally give him a chance to usurp his own master, Sidious.
It was also just as likely he was doing this under orders from Sidious to see if he could find out what was happening with Jabba and the how and why this was all going horribly wrong for him. I was already imagining him throwing a Sith Lords equivalent to a tantrum in his office when the Jedi were shown footage of the clones amidst a raging battle on their ship attempting to kill their commander.
Everything was working out so far. I wasn't arrogant or foolish enough to think I could beat Sidious at his own game. So I threw the table and board to the side and started a new game. The instant he figured out any of the rules they would change on a whim. Complete chaos. The thing that any and all schemers could never hope to predict nor take advantage of to gain anything truly meaningful that they desired.
That's what was going to help me in bringing Palpatine to his knees so I can kick his rotted teeth in.
Dooku swallowed down whatever issues he had with being threatened and slowly nodded, if you could call it that. More like a slow and barely a bob of his head. "Very well, you have nothing to worry about. I am not so shortsighted to lose an ally such as yourself. Though… I must admit I am intrigued by someone you would refer to as your master."
He rubbed his beard looking curious and interested in who Jabba was referring to. "He is the same one who gave me Nemesis." A pudgy hand waved in the modified Tyrants direction. "You have likely seen the footage of his test when he first appeared."
Dooku's expression looked interested, his curiosity turning into a desire for more. "I have. May I inquire about your master's identity Jabba?"
Jabba laughed with his ugly rumbling bouncing off the walls in the chamber. "If he wanted to reveal himself then he would have already done so… if you were interesting to him. For now, he is content to have me and his resources lend you aid."
Dooku hid it well, but he took insult from what was said. He was being passed over like he was trash and not the black diamond that he was. Jabba's next words kept him interested.
"From what he had told me it's not that he finds you personally lacking… more that he does not care for the current Sith and what they have become using his plans."
Dooku frowned, looking confused, not understanding despite having an inkling on what was being spoken of. The bait was set. Now to just slowly start revealing little tidbits and he and the rest of them will eat it all up.
The meeting came to an end with Dooku and Jabba hashing out various agreements with Dooku and his forces being given access to some of my hyperspace lanes. Dooku made it clear he wanted Pitou and Nemesis to help on several planets.
Something that would be decided by Jabba and myself later on. Then the meeting ended and I let out a sigh of relief letting my control of Zetsu end and back to using Ten to keep my body reinforced.
But it was all worth it when a ticket showed itself for my efforts.
Create an alliance between your new Empire and the CIS! One gold ticket. Use now? Y/N
Attempt to deceive Dooku into believing there is another person pulling the strings in the Clone Wars. One silver ticket. Use now? Y/N
Managed to hide from Dooku. One bronze ticket. Use now? Y/No
[Tool Manipulation]
|Rare Ability|
Allows you to assign an object weighing less than your lifting strength as a target, you can telekinetically control the target with extreme precision as if it were a limb.
[My Master]
|Rare Trait|
You are an excellent master, any servant under you or serving you is more favorable toward you and it is easier to earn their affection. This also applies to submissive people.
[Death Claws]
|Common Familiar|
Fallout - A bioengineered creature made to be the optimal melee combatant with sharp and durable horns, claws and fangs. A single death claw can tear apart even a tank and get stronger by absorbing radiation. You get an Alpha Male Deathclaw and a Deathclaw Female that can breed with each other.
I had to fight to not let my jaw drop at the gains. Tool manipulation would only make it even easier to fool everyone into thinking I am who I was going to masquerade around as.
The second one would hopefully be enough to get the assistance of the former apprentice of Sidious. If not… well the galaxy doesn't need another wannabe Sith Lord running around making things worse.
The Death Claws would prove valuable if I can get them to breed fast and quickly. Just like the US government from Fallout, I can use them as shock troopers. The tip of the spear for any ground based assault as they rip and tear their way through my enemies.
Pitou padded up to me drawing me out of my gains. "Do you think he fell for it?" Pitou looked up tilting her head back and forth as I noticed her chest was back to its normal size… What the hell is going on with her body?
"I think he did, Tobi. He could hide his interest well, but my eyes saw it all. You have his interest, and with the lie placed before him he will want to verify if it's true."
"That will take time, I need to let it fester in his mind since he would probably dismiss it initially. A bold statement like me having a hand in their Rule of Two would have any rational person not believe a word of it."
Pitou shrugged before we discussed the next part of our plans. She had acquired the information on where several ships carrying waste from the palace on Naboo the day they reclaimed the planet from the Trade Federation went.
"Good. I will be going there myself." Pitou got in front of me with a look determination on her face.
"Take me with you." She said, not asking but demanding me.
"Pitou, I need you to go to the front lines with Nemesis. The Quiet Hand is not complete without the other members, and one of them after my visit to Lotho Minor will require your aid but for now I need you to do some damage. This one I can do on my own with some droids helping scout the place out helping me find our fourth member."
She didn't move. She remained rooted to the spot staring at me emotionlessly, which was at odds with her normal demeanor. "I… I can't do that."
I blinked at that response. "Why?"
She kneeled down before me, kowtowing as emotion leaked into her voice. No longer the normal playful tone she had when talking with me or sparring, but a deep sadness. Her tail was laying limply on the floor, ears drooping, and her face hidden from me.
"… I failed."
I paused at what was said making sure I heard her correctly. "You… failed? Pitou you haven't failed me at all." I was confused. Where was this coming from? My power summoned her for me but she had an existing history I had assumed since she had knowledge of Nen and could grant me and Nemesis it.
I was a little familiar with Hunter X Hunter and the only thing I could think of her failing was… oh. "You mean when you died after the previous King needed you?"
Her head snapped up, a frown greeted me as tears formed in the corners of her eyes. "You… you know about it?"
I hesitated for a moment before deciding to give her the truth. "A little. I need you to listen to me. It wasn't your fault. Ah ah ah!" I waved my hand and shushed her with a finger tapping her forehead when she opened her mouth to interrupt me. "Pitou, there was nothing you could have done in that situation."
"B-but there was!"
"Like what? That girl you were healing would have died if you continued healing her and she would have died if you didn't. No matter what it was a lose lose situation. It happens. Not to that extreme for most people but the point remains. If you believe you could have somehow solved that situation how would you have done it?"
She opened her mouth but paused properly thinking things through. This is the only time I have ever seen her act without thinking. At least she is contemplating it and hopefully with me doing this she can sort through her emotions. It's at a bad time but there could have been even worse times for us to do this.
"… I could have made a vow similar to the boy." She finally said nodding to herself as if that was the answer to all her problems that would have fixed everything.
I stared at her, completely baffled by her belief in that. "Pitou, if you made a vow like that how would you heal the girl and your King after he would return injured and probably about to die after his fight with Netero? Or any major vow that would have absolutely screwed you after you managed to win if you managed to pull it off?"
I knew about some of the characters from Hunter X Hunter and I knew some of what went down like the old man for some reason having a nuke planted in his heart of all things when he detonated it on the weird turtle bug thing that was trying to be an imitation of Cell. No offense to Pitou, but her previous King looked weird as hell. Then again that about summed up some of the side characters in that series.
She paused before turning her head to the side, a pained look on her face. "I can't lose you. Not after what happened last time."
My hand touched her cheek and despite my strength not being enough to make her look at me if she didn't want to she almost leaned into the touch. She looked up at me with soft eyes. "Pitou… if it bothers you that much I won't force you."
She blinked, shocked at what I had said. "But your plans…" Then she went back to blaming herself realizing she was having an impact on whether they would work out or not, potentially ruining them.
"While it is annoying it won't ruin them. In fact, taking you along with me could help me if I bite off more than I could chew."
"Really?" She perked up, ears standing up and her tail snapping to attention.
"Yeah. I told you before, I won't make you do something you don't want to do. What kind of leader would I be if I did that to my most loyal guard, teacher, and friend."
Her smile grew and grew before Haki gave me a warning and I braced for a hug that could have been confused for a cannon shooting into my chest and a bone crushing hug that had it not been for me having Muscular equipped and Ten going into overdrive she would have squeezed me to death.
Her arms wrapped around me and even her legs as I awkwardly patted her back. "Could you… ease up on the squeezing?" I rasped out as she looked up where her face was shoved into my chest realizing what she had been doing and immediately let go of me. I let out a relieved sigh before patting her head before she could apologize.
"No more of that mopey stuff about the past Pitou. It stays in the past, alright? If you feel so bad about it, then learn from your mistakes and be better for the future. This isn't like last time nor will it be. Right?" I leaned down now to look into her eyes as they crinkled in joy and her smile grew softer.
"Right!"
Her tail swished back and forth like a pendulum. "I do have a question." She tilted her head hands behind her back as she rocked on her heels. Sign enough to ask so I took my shot. "Have you been modifying yourself? Like your chest?"
I had to know. Because those puppies have been growing and shrinking like damn sponges and my curiosity needs answers.
Pitou froze on her heels before she took her index fingers and started to poke them together bashfully. "Maybe?"
I gave her an unimpressed look. "Why?"
"Well… I noticed you looking at my chest when you first summoned me, glancing at me and the other girls' bodies when you thought I wouldn't notice. Some exploring on the HoloNet showed some people liked them bigger…"
My hands cupped her cheeks as she looked up at me confused. "Pitou, you are fine just the way you are. No need to modify yourself unless you want to, and no matter the size of your assets, you will always be Best Girl to me!"
"Nyaaa~" She melted into my arms, hugging me as she blushed.
Help Pitou work through her personal issues and inner demons and find a way for her to heal! One Platinum ticket! Use now? Y/N
Prove to Pitou she doesn't need to make herself more attractive to be the Best Girl! One gold ticket. Use now? Y/N
A platinum ticket and a gold ticket for what amounted to a couple of minutes talking to Pitou… how bad were her personal issues that they warranted that kind of reward? How the hell did I manage to help her with it just from a simple conversation?!
… fuck it I am not complaining. Roll of the dice baby let's go!
[Silkheart]
|Epic Trait|
Silksong - Allows you to naturally turn your energy reserves into Silk, you can manipulate this silk as if it were a part of your body and dissolve it at will. You can control this silk to perform a wide variety of Silk Arts, such as shooting needles of silk, whipping it around, using it to bind your own wounds, etc.
[Sharpen]
|Rare Ability|
Allows you to sharpen objects you are touching, you can sharpen a blade until its blade is monomolecular or you can swing air and sharpen it to create razor sharp winds.
After Pitou's hug of death we got busy setting everything up while on Tatooine the new policies enacted by Jabba would go into effect. A whole lot was happening and what little free time that was left to train I was about to wave goodbye to.
Nemesis was given his orders and the weapons my contacts through Jabba had created for him were sent to the monastery as construction of my palace had begun on Tatooine. We hadn't fully left yet, but the monks were content with knowing I was going to keep my end of the deal. They had given me no reason to go back on it, and so I see no reason to renege on my part of it. It wasn't long after that the ship for me and Pitou was ready as we got on it and headed towards the fourth member of my group.
Hopefully he is willing to hear me out. If he doesn't, like the rest of the galaxy he'll fight back. For whatever him, Sidious, anyone and the galaxy included tries to throw at us, I say bring it on.
Chaos gacha:
[Mist]
|Uncommon Ability|
Allows you to create and control mist, using it to obscure, hinder and even smother flames. With training, you could create ice mist to freeze or condense mist to create physical obstacles and attacks.
[Incubus/Succubus]
|Elite Trait|
Race Change - You are a dream demon, one that sucks on the vitality of your victim as a Succubus/Incubus. You are more attractive and alluring to your preferred partners. You also possess slightly superhuman stats and increased magical power. You are also able to sense arousal, peek into dreams, and subtly influence them, as well as shapeshift according to your partner's preferences. The potency of all Lewd abilities and spells are increased.
[Tool Manipulation]
|Rare Ability|
Allows you to assign an object weighing less than your lifting strength as a target, you can telekinetically control the target with extreme precision as if it were a limb.
[My Master]
|Rare Trait|
You are an excellent master, any servant under you or serving you is more favorable toward you and it is easier to earn their affection. This also applies to submissive people.
[Death Claws]
|Common Familiar|
Fallout - A bioengineered creature made to be the optimal melee combatant with sharp and durable horns, claws and fangs. A single death claw can tear apart even a tank and get stronger by absorbing radiation. You get an Alpha Male Deathclaw and a Deathclaw Female that can breed with each other.
[Silkheart]
|Epic Trait|
Silksong - Allows you to naturally turn your energy reserves into Silk, you can manipulate this silk as if it were a part of your body and dissolve it at will. You can control this silk to perform a wide variety of Silk Arts, such as shooting needles of silk, whipping it around, using it to bind your own wounds, etc.
[Sharpen]
|Rare Ability|
Allows you to sharpen objects you are touching, you can sharpen a blade until its blade is monomolecular or you can swing air and sharpen it to create razor sharp winds.
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