Log inChapter 3
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I used public transportation to get back to the Jedi Temple. If I went in my completely ‘legally’ acquired speeder, there was no doubt in my mind it would be confiscated with the poor excuse that ‘Jedi should not wish for material things’ and ‘I must learn to show proper reverence and humility’ and ‘blah blah blah self-righteous bullshit.’
The real question was, would they be able to sense the sheer level of smug satisfaction I radiated? Getting a loving double blowjob from two beautiful girls while making a third come her brains out was a hell of an ego boost, and I was heading into Empath Central.
Eh, I’ll figure it out, worse they can do is kick me out, and that…would actually be extremely damaging to my ability to complete my main job and get my grubby mitts on equipment to send back to the Company.
Huh.
“Initiate Creed, what a surprise.” Said the bald man at the Temple Gates.
“Master Jurokk, always a pleasure.” I lied with a big smile on my face.
“And what is it this time? An enthusiastic walk through the suburbs?” He asked, raising a sarcastic eyebrow.
“Discovered and exposed a Syndicate Spice smuggling operation that doubled as Credit Laundering.” I answered glibly, waving at him as I stepped through the gates, only to immediately spot Crèche Master Saam and she looked none too pleased. I decided to preempt the green skinned Twi’lek. “Whatever it is, it wasn’t my fault.”
Her lekku twitched, when she spoke it was with a minor French accent, which in this Galaxy I guessed was actually a Ryloth accent, itself an affectation as this woman had, in all likelihood, never set foot on Ryloth in her life. “So, it was someone else who decided to infiltrate and expose a Syndicate Operation?”
I nodded sagely. “Yep, it was this dashing young rogue who goes by the name of Rymanor Criid. A most slippery being, he masquerades as a human but is in fact an extra galactic immigrant who has escaped the hellish existence of his own Galaxy by coming to this one.”
Weirdly enough, she did not seem convinced by my masterful and completely true storytelling. She spoke in an icy tone that only hinted at Jedi dispassion. “Take yourself to the Council’s Chambers.”
I tilted my head. “I haven’t done anything to be called before the Council of First Knowledge lately. Has the Council of Reassignment finally decided they’ve had enough of me?”
Master Saam clicked her tongue in a most un-jedi like fashion. “I wish. No, you’re to head to the Training Rooms, there is to be a Selection Tournament, and you are to participate, again, after whatever reprimand you earned yourself with your latest stunt.”
Well shit.
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It was a good thing that the Council were deploying to the front lines, only a third of them were present to inform me in excruciating detail how much of an idiot I was for taking the risk I did to expose a Syndicate operation.
I (mostly) shut them up by repeating, “Will of the Force.”
And I legitimately could feel the Will of the Force, and thanks to my ‘Quasi-Omnicient Entities and You’ class I was (probably) able to semi-reliably ascertain what it wanted.
For example, the Force would really appreciate it if that Twi’lek passed on her genes, because…
I squinted and probed a bit deeper.
She was a carrier of a recessive gene that, should it be consistently passed on, would eventually mutate into a dominant gene that would result in any descendant of hers to being a little healthier. Which, considering how dangerous life is for the average Twi’lek, would result in evolutionary advantages, enough so that in a few centuries a good chunk of the Twi’lek population would be healthier as a result.
Man, the Force really liked to plan long-term.
I was the oldest Initiate present, most of everyone here was in the ten to twelve range, a smattering of thirteen and fourteen-year-olds, three fifteen-year-olds, and me. Meaning I would only get two matches.
A little togruta girl walked by with a pep to her step, memories came up of us not getting along all that well. Considering she was going to most likely be Obi-Wan’s Padawan, would make for a rough time until he got fed up with her and dropped her.
Anakin did say she’d never make it as Obi-Wan’s Padawan. And as rigid minded as Obi-Wan was…she was not in for a good time.
Oh hey! There’s Caleb! “Cousin Caleb!” I shouted waving at the kid. “Let’s go bowling!”
He started and looked at me with the disgust only a twelve-year-old can achieve. “Rylanor! Shush! You might ruin my chances of being chosen!”
I finished making my way to the little shit and ruffled his hair. “Is fine cousin! You’ll go far, far I say!”
“Egh! Leave me alone!”
“Alright, alright. Good luck with the Tournament.” I said, giving his head one last ruffle before stepping away.
“Y-Yeah.” Caleb said much more softly. “You too.”
I waved and left him to hype himself up for his matches. I wasn’t too worried about mine, while I was a far cry from the abilities of Revan, I was more than a match for any of the kids here, even the older ones.
I didn’t pay much attention as the Tournament room filled up. There were plenty of Knights and Masters watching down from the second-floor balcony, the kids around me all clearly worrying about being chosen.
A good worry to have, whoever wasn’t picked up would normally be sent to the Service Corps. But with the current war? Most of these kids would just be food for Separatist guns. The exact number of Jedi that had fallen so far were suppressed to keep up morale, but it would not be a bad guess to say the Jedi Order had, to date, been decimated.
The numbers at the start of the war had not exactly been stellar, the Jedi Order of this version of the Galaxy had a much greater number of Knights and Masters than a mere ten thousand.
Forty Thousand Knights and Masters was a far healthier number than Ten Thousand, but still nowhere near enough for the Jedi’s mandate as protectors of the Republic. The battle of Geonosis had cost a whole half of a percent of the entire Order, all of those being Knights and Masters, over half of those being Masters.
The Clone Wars had started with an unconscionable brain drain for the Jedi Order.
Quite the mess I’d fallen into, but at least the timetable for the War gave me hope I’d have more time to properly shore up Anakin’s mental defenses.
During my introspection, the Tournament had started. The ten to twelve-year-olds were stumbling about smacking each other with training sabers. With one orange-skinned exception, the thirteen and fourteen-year-olds barely managed to maintain a semblance of grace in the use of what little they know of the lightsaber forms.
The fifteen-year-olds and I were being saved for last. Because we were the ones expected to be able to put up a proper fight.
Asoka’s fight was embarrassing for the poor farmer-to-be she was put up against, it was like seeing a kid try and laser sword fight an orange spider monkey on glitterstimm.
The time for my own match came, I was to battle one Luka Madar. I pretended to pay attention during our introductions, but honestly, my heart wasn’t in it. Luka was a scrawny human youth with blue eyes, grey hair, and chocolate brown skin. A few memories surfaced, he’d made fun of former me for being an orphan instead of someone like him, who technically had recourse in case the Jedi didn’t work out.
So of course, former me broke his nose.
Three times.
You’d think he’d have caught on the first time, but clearly, you’d be wrong.
He made an impassioned speech about showing he was worthy and blah blah blah.
I ignited the practice saber I was handed and took up the Shii-Cho fighting stance.
Holy shit he was still talking, after who knows how long he finally stopped talking and took a fighting stance that mirrored mine. I opened myself to the Force, and rather than pull it forcefully into me, or surrendering to it, I gave it a poke and asked for a favor.
The Knight acting as our referee took a deep breath. “Be-!”
I kicked off the ground so hard I tore the carpet. I twisted my hips and shoulders as I came into range, slamming my laser sword into the outer tip of his saber, nearly twisting the practice weapon out of his hand.
My return swing sawed across his chest, making him cry out in pain as he dropped his practice saber and clutched at his torso. I pirouetted as I passed him to keep him in my striking range for the instant I required to strike his neck in what, had we live weapons, would be a decapitating strike.
He seized and fell forward with a strangled gurgle as I deactivated the training saber, picked him up by the back of his shirt, and dragged him to the nearby healers, the room utterly silent, the Jedi around me pushed into a stupor by the sudden application of intense violence, performed with just enough apathy to pass off as serenity if you didn’t squint quite hard enough.
“W-Winner, Initiate Creed!” The referee remembered to call out as I dropped my burden off with the healers, then used the Force to telekinetically bring his dropped training saber from the floor and put it away on the stand with the others.
The next match was between two human girls, one had black hair and blue eyes and the other…was a human wearing a blindfold, probably because she thought it looked cool.
Dumbass.
The two girls went at it, both using Shii-Cho, because finding people to teach more than the basics is hard at the best of times. Still, not bad, but the both of them were too stiff, Shii-Cho was supposed to be the basics you made into your own personal style. Their movements had the telltale signs of rote, mindless repetition, they hadn’t yet applied critical thinking to it.
They performed sweeping motions because that’s what the kata demanded, not because it was an attack meant to disembowel, they stabbed forward because that was the next step, not because they were trying to get past an opponent’s defense and give them a gut-full of plasma. They blocked because that’s what you did at that step, not because they were stopping the opponent from killing them.
And don’t get me started on not using guns.
Children, all of them.
The match ended with the girl with her eyes uncovered claiming the win, after a thoroughly uninspiring match.
It was as we were matched for first place that I placed the strangely familiar looking girl.
Asami Fukuhara, an Initiate like any other. I knew little of note about her, beyond her hailing from, essentially, Space Japan, somewhere on the mid rim. It was similar down to the rather worrying suicide rates.
Using my implants to connect to the Holo Net, I saw that their main cause of death was heart failure. Space Mexico in the Outer Rim didn’t fare much better, but also not significantly worse, that checked out.
On a whim, I looked up Asami in the Catalog and saw her listed. The one in the Catalog was a little older, wearing the sci-fi version of a mempo, the half-mask of a Samurai helmet, and was only named ‘F.’
I was of two minds about the mask, on the one hand, it was badass, on the other, it concealed her very pretty face.
“Begin!”
Oh right, tournament.
Asami was holding the training saber in a solid two-handed grip.
“You could have won there.” I said, igniting my training saber and bringing it forward into a low false guard. “It would have served me right, allowing my mind to wander.”
“A Jedi does not indulge in aggression.” Asami said.
“Historically incorrect.” I said, making her blink in confusion. “A Jedi does not pursue needles aggression.”
I then rushed forward and swept my training saber in a big, telegraphed swing coming from her right. She stepped forward and blocked it as the first step of the Shii-Cho defensive kata instructed she should do.
Except that rather than continuing the assault with my training saber as she expected and began moving her body into the next step in the defensive kata, I stepped to her side and struck with my off hand, took hold of and all but crushed her wrist, and yanked her forward, forcing her out of balance.
I tossed my training saber into the air, keeping a loose hold of it with telekinesis, took her by the neck, making my Stamp appear between my hand and her neck an instant before contact, and swept her to the floor, cushioning her fall with telekinesis so the impact would just knock her breath out rather than cave her skull in.
After that I stepped on her wrist with my foot, reached up, and nudging it with TK, perfectly caught the still ignited training saber, I then brought it to hover in front of her eyes. “Yield.”
“I, I yield.” She groaned out.
I turned off the training saber. “Directed, controlled aggression, it gets you far.” With the prerequisite three seconds having passed, I vanished the Stamp and let go of her throat. Then held my hand out to her.
She did her best not to pout as she took my hand and let me pull her up.
Stamping her like this…it left a bad taste in my mouth, but there were several upgrades I needed that could not wait. I’d simply have to make sure Asami was safe, happy, and fulfilled for the rest of her life.
And dicked down but good, can’t forget that part.
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To nobody’s great surprise, none of the Masters or Knights present chose me. Ain’t nobody here can handle a man with spirit to him.
Cowards, all of them.
Still, rather than sit through yet another lecture about aggression, I slunk away to put in a call with Reality Bending customer service.
[Reality Benders R Us, how can I help you?]
I took a deep breath, and at the last moment decided to use my implants to have this conversation in the privacy of my own head.
+Yes, hello, this is…+ I looked at my official title and gave him my Slutlife Citizen Identification Number. +There is a thought worm that’s set to ensure I’ll be made the Padawan of Anakin Skywalker, I’d like to have it modified to ensure that my…Waifu, Asami Fukuhara is made Obi-Wan Kenobi’s Padawan.+
[Huh, a wild caught F. Congratulations, those are relatively rare.] The voice in the call said with a bit of envy. [Ooookay, the Thought Worm has not yet deployed, you managed to sneak in this request just within the timeframe where this would be viable…done, when the Council meets to decide whose Padawan you should be, your Waifu will be assigned beside you. Do you need anything else, Agent?]
+No, that’s it, thank you.+
[Here at Reality Benders R Us, we are happy to serve.] He said with route cheer that said of a fraction of his Soul getting sucked out of him one utterance at a time.
I could relate.
Without a further word, he ended the call.
Now! Time to download the Jedi Archives into my cranial data-looms.
Unfortunately, the vast majority of that information was boring. They were smart enough to keep any actual juicy stuff well hidden. Still, the exhaustingly thorough history of ancient Mandalorian traditions was very interesting.
I spent the next few days practicing with the Lightsaber and the Force, concentrating my meditations, specifically, on prescience, physical enhancement, and Battle Meditation. Revan had lacked his wife’s once in a species talent for the technique, but he’d nonetheless mastered it. And while it would only be half as effective against the average Separatist army, it should still result in less casualties among the clones under my command.
I received quite a few Credits as Asami’s Capture finalized, and a moment after that I received the notification that my last purchased Waifu was ready for delivery. I disabled my comms unit, navigated my Catalog and purchased the ‘All Roads Lead to Home’ upgrade, making it so my girls (and the engineer) could freely use my portals without me there to ferry them in, and more importantly, making it so I could have more than one active portal.
So, with the knowledge that opening another portal would not override the one in my girls’ apartment, I made a portal to my Apartment and stepped through.
Where I was treated to the sight of Poots floating over the couch with a bowl full of mashed up birthday cake, intently watching a Slutlife Productions Harem show that looked to be a crossover of Overwatch, My Hero Academia and one of the Justice Leagues.
Considering Poots didn’t have any of the physiology necessary to engage in sexual reproduction and did not produce the right hormones to find what was happening on the screen attractive, I had to wonder what exactly he got out of it.
At least it wasn’t Slutlife Reality TV.
Going to my Workshop, I was happy to see that Toots had finished all that I’d set out for him to do. My armor was ready, and there were five more suits of similar design but reduced in scale for my girls.
I queued up some hellpistols, Sussurro and Iris should ideally see no frontline combat, so they’d probably prefer to keep a sidearm only. Aegis and Charlotte would have the top pick of the equipment after me, so I queued up enough materiel to fill up the workshop’s weapon rack, with hellguns, hellpistols, bolt guns and bolt pistols sized for human use, longlas rifles, power swords from short swords to war swords, and a few power fists.
I’d need to make upgrading to an Interdimensional Home something of a priority, the fiat-backed armory that could be stuck to it would be a godsend.
With that taken care of, I tossed my personal equipment into the Pocket Dimension vault, and stepped out into my girls’ apartment, where I saw Charlotte sitting on the couch, watching a drama on the Holo-Net.
I walked up behind her and poked her neck, causing her to flinch and squeak cutely. What wasn’t so cute was that while she flinched and squeaked, she also grabbed my arm, jumped up, and put me in a flawless triangle choke.
The only reason she didn’t throw me to the ground, crush my neck into paste, or tore my shoulder out of its socket, was my own reflexive and generous application of TK.
Then her brain caught up to her body and she realized who it was that spooked her. “Wait, Ry?”
“Yup.” I said, somewhat disappointed to learn that she was wearing underwear, “good reaction time by the way.”
Her face turned tomato red and she immediately let go, resulting in her tumbling down the couch and ending ass over teakettle in a modified halasana pose, giving me a wonderful view of the globes of her cute, tight, well-toned ass.
Her underwear was actually rather risqué.
She scrambled to her feet, doing her best to pretend her slip up didn’t happen.
A fact I made extremely difficult by grinning.
Still, I sat on the couch and faced the holo. “What’s on anyway?”
“Erm, mainly news about the war.” Charlotte said and, hesitating a few seconds, sat next to me. She then went stiff as a board as I draped an arm around her shoulders, her breath hitching as I palmed her breast over her clothes and began to gently knead it.
The Holo was mainly war propaganda about how hard the GAR worked to keep the Republic safe, enlist today, yada yada. The part I found interesting was that the contributions of the Jedi were presented in a subtly negative light.
A Jedi General’s tactics resulted in catastrophic infrastructure damage. A Jedi strike team nearly failed. A Jedi Commander tragically fell in the line of duty, her mission finished by the heroic effort of the clone army.
Not actively disparaging, but just negative enough for that to plant a seed in the subconscious.
All bar two Jedi. Obi-Wan and Anakin.
Everything I could look up about them painted them in an immaculate light. Their defeats were due to Separatist treachery. Their tactical blunders the fault of incompetent underlings. Their victories due to tactical and strategic genius.
Obi-Wan, the warrior scholar. Anakin, the hero with no fear. The tip of the spear, the calm in the storm, the shield that could turn any blow.
As I turned that situation over in my head, I lightly pinched Charlotte’s nipple, making her moan. Once I became Anakin’s Padawan, it made sense that Palpatine will put the weight of his propaganda machine behind me. The tricky part would be making myself useful enough to ensure his coverage is positive, while making sure I didn’t seem to gain so much power so quickly that I was a legitimate threat.
All while hiding any preparations of my own machinations to bring the bastard down.
A most vexing dilemma.
I brought myself back to the present, I wouldn’t manage much of anything worrying about it incessantly.
Besides, I had the perfect distraction to get my mind off things.
I turned to look at the French girl next to me, her nipple was painfully hard on my palm as I gently kneaded the flesh of her tit, the other poking very visibly on her shirt, she looked a mix of excited and uncomfortable, but when she realized my attention was on her, she arched her back to better present her chest, and very deliberately spread her legs.
I wanted nothing more than to get on my knees and lap up the dampness between her thighs, but I did not have much time. Giving her a quick kiss and her nipple one last pinch that had her sucking in a breath, I let go of her breast. “Sorry babe, can’t stay and have fun today. Just stopped by to drop off Aegis’ sister. I’ll need you to update her on what’s going on. Once I can be more certain of my schedule I’ll teach you girls on your powers.”
“Powers?” She asked, pouting and a little breathless.
“The Force.”
Charlotte blinked, then jumped to her feet, smiling radiantly. “Wait, I’m a Jedi now!?”
Huh, guess her variant of France had Star Wars, neat, less to explain. Actually… “What’s the name of the last Star Wars movie to be released?”
Her face soured. “The Christmas Special.”
I shook my head. “The trilogy.”
Her amethyst eyes shone again. “Oh! Revenge of the Jedi! I watched the rerelease with my mom before…before she died.”
I engulfed her in a hug, and to get her mind off sad things I took a handful of her delightful derriere and squeezed. Funnily enough, she didn’t react much to that beyond enjoyment blooming in her mind so…mission successfully failed?
“Anyways, yeah, you’re a Jedi now. We’ll need to talk about how things are different from what you recall.”
And from what I knew, more than was already obvious.
I kissed the top of her head and gently pushed her away, she squeezed me harder but relented.
“Okay, your sister-wife is incoming.” I said and accepted the transfer.
A glowing portal opened next to me, and out of it stepped a cherubic girl, her hair the same shade of spun gold as Aegis, her skin equally soft and fair, but that’s where the similarities ended, she was of a height akin to Sussurro, five foot nothing at most. Where Aegis was buxom, she was svelte, where her sister was toned, she was soft, where Aegis’ eyes were emeralds, hers were sapphires. Her ears came to the same tapered point as her sister’s.
Visually, she looked to be in her late teens, but she was, in fact, older than me by a few decades, enough to be seriously considered for receiving power over her kingdom and people.
Iris Thea Eaderlindt did not have much physical presence, but she did have a natural charisma that all but filled a room.
She looked up and fearlessly met my eyes, then curtseyed perfectly, somehow managing to make that look elegant in a school uniform with a skirt that barely reached past her knees. “Greetings, Master, I am Iris Thea Eaderlindt, you have my most sincere gratitude for purchasing me, I swear to serve you to the best of my limited ability.”
I grinned. “Hey, do you want a new power?”
She blinked, radiating confusion as the conversation immediately did not go the way she expected. “A wha-aahhmnp!?”
She didn’t get to finish as I scooped her up off the floor, her legs dangling, and forced her into a searing kiss and pushed my power into her like I had with all my girls. Iris’ ass was cute and pert as I took a handful of it, but softer than Charlotte’s, Aegis’ or even Sussurro’s. At first, she merely held my shoulders and let me do as I wished to her, but between Sticky Fingers and my aphrodisiac saliva, it wasn’t long before things escalated, her legs wrapping around my waist and her arms around my head and neck, leaving me free to grab a second handful of her adorable derriere.
Unlike her sister-wives, Iris examined what I was doing and could have fought it, instead she willingly submitted, my deliberate lack of finesse causing, like with all my girls, a sympathetic overflow that resulted in her body locking up as she climaxed and mewled into my mouth as the Bond was forged.
I broke the kiss, the small woman in my arms taking a gulp of air before diving forward and mashing her lips to mine, her tongue invading my mouth.
I let her enjoy herself as she wrapped her tongue around mine, before letting go of her ass with one hand and taking a firm hold of her ponytail, and with a very much needed application of willpower, firmly broke the kiss.
Iris breathed heavily; her face flushed to the tips of her elven ears.
“That power.” I finally answered her question with a grin, then set her down gently and held her as her legs trembled. “I’m Rylanor Creed, you’ll be in my care as I will be in yours, this is Charlotte Dunois, one of your sister-wives. Your other sister-wives are currently at work, they’ll arrive later today for you to meet them.”
“Y-Yes Master.”
I flicked her forehead. “None of that, use my name.”
Glancing at Charlotte, I saw she was just as flushed as yesterday when she first met Sussurro. She then surprised me by stepping forward and boldly asking. “Can I touch your ears!?”
Iris blinked, but ultimately smiled and nodded. “But please be gentle, they’re very sensitive.”
Charlotte reached forward and traced the outline of the elf’s ear, not to be outdone, I lightly pinched the tip of her other ear and began to explore it. Iris twitched but allowed it, occasionally twitching, suppressing a giggle, or a light moan.
After I had my fun making her squirm, I gathered the both of them up, sat us all on the couch, and draped my arms across their shoulders. And feeling like a king, gave Iris the rundown of my mission, the state of things, and how I was planning to use a loophole so my harem girls could travel with me for my missions.
Once that was done, I kissed the both of them goodbye and teleported back to the Jedi Temple via my Apartment.
Feeling peckish, I rolled the Company Gacha and summoned a sandwich (salami, cheddar cheese and avocado…not bad) and munched while walking around.
The Force warned me, and I was diving to the side without conscious thought, barely dodging the grasping hand of my assailant. I put my hands up into a boxing stance as...Mace Windu looked at me with something other than attentive indifference.
“Admirable instincts, Initiate Creed.” He said in a complete deadpan, then the scowl that had momentarily vanished returned full force. “Come, you are needed.”
He turned around and started walking, fully expecting me to follow with so little prompting.
I mean, he wasn’t wrong, but it’s the principle of the thing! I used the Force to retrieve my sandwich from the floor, dusted it off, and putting trust in the three second rule (and the immediate purchase of Body Defense through my HUD) I took another bite of my sandwich. “What’s going on, Master Windu?”
I chewed and swallowed before speaking, I’m not some barbarian.
“Congratulations, Initiate Creed, Initiate Fukuhara and you have both been assigned a Master. You’ll be deploying to Christophsis with an urgent message for your Masters.”
Well shit.
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I used public transportation to get back to the Jedi Temple. If I went in my completely ‘legally’ acquired speeder, there was no doubt in my mind it would be confiscated with the poor excuse that ‘Jedi should not wish for material things’ and ‘I must learn to show proper reverence and humility’ and ‘blah blah blah self-righteous bullshit.’
The real question was, would they be able to sense the sheer level of smug satisfaction I radiated? Getting a loving double blowjob from two beautiful girls while making a third come her brains out was a hell of an ego boost, and I was heading into Empath Central.
Eh, I’ll figure it out, worse they can do is kick me out, and that…would actually be extremely damaging to my ability to complete my main job and get my grubby mitts on equipment to send back to the Company.
Huh.
“Initiate Creed, what a surprise.” Said the bald man at the Temple Gates.
“Master Jurokk, always a pleasure.” I lied with a big smile on my face.
“And what is it this time? An enthusiastic walk through the suburbs?” He asked, raising a sarcastic eyebrow.
“Discovered and exposed a Syndicate Spice smuggling operation that doubled as Credit Laundering.” I answered glibly, waving at him as I stepped through the gates, only to immediately spot Crèche Master Saam and she looked none too pleased. I decided to preempt the green skinned Twi’lek. “Whatever it is, it wasn’t my fault.”
Her lekku twitched, when she spoke it was with a minor French accent, which in this Galaxy I guessed was actually a Ryloth accent, itself an affectation as this woman had, in all likelihood, never set foot on Ryloth in her life. “So, it was someone else who decided to infiltrate and expose a Syndicate Operation?”
I nodded sagely. “Yep, it was this dashing young rogue who goes by the name of Rymanor Criid. A most slippery being, he masquerades as a human but is in fact an extra galactic immigrant who has escaped the hellish existence of his own Galaxy by coming to this one.”
Weirdly enough, she did not seem convinced by my masterful and completely true storytelling. She spoke in an icy tone that only hinted at Jedi dispassion. “Take yourself to the Council’s Chambers.”
I tilted my head. “I haven’t done anything to be called before the Council of First Knowledge lately. Has the Council of Reassignment finally decided they’ve had enough of me?”
Master Saam clicked her tongue in a most un-jedi like fashion. “I wish. No, you’re to head to the Training Rooms, there is to be a Selection Tournament, and you are to participate, again, after whatever reprimand you earned yourself with your latest stunt.”
Well shit.
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It was a good thing that the Council were deploying to the front lines, only a third of them were present to inform me in excruciating detail how much of an idiot I was for taking the risk I did to expose a Syndicate operation.
I (mostly) shut them up by repeating, “Will of the Force.”
And I legitimately could feel the Will of the Force, and thanks to my ‘Quasi-Omnicient Entities and You’ class I was (probably) able to semi-reliably ascertain what it wanted.
For example, the Force would really appreciate it if that Twi’lek passed on her genes, because…
I squinted and probed a bit deeper.
She was a carrier of a recessive gene that, should it be consistently passed on, would eventually mutate into a dominant gene that would result in any descendant of hers to being a little healthier. Which, considering how dangerous life is for the average Twi’lek, would result in evolutionary advantages, enough so that in a few centuries a good chunk of the Twi’lek population would be healthier as a result.
Man, the Force really liked to plan long-term.
I was the oldest Initiate present, most of everyone here was in the ten to twelve range, a smattering of thirteen and fourteen-year-olds, three fifteen-year-olds, and me. Meaning I would only get two matches.
A little togruta girl walked by with a pep to her step, memories came up of us not getting along all that well. Considering she was going to most likely be Obi-Wan’s Padawan, would make for a rough time until he got fed up with her and dropped her.
Anakin did say she’d never make it as Obi-Wan’s Padawan. And as rigid minded as Obi-Wan was…she was not in for a good time.
Oh hey! There’s Caleb! “Cousin Caleb!” I shouted waving at the kid. “Let’s go bowling!”
He started and looked at me with the disgust only a twelve-year-old can achieve. “Rylanor! Shush! You might ruin my chances of being chosen!”
I finished making my way to the little shit and ruffled his hair. “Is fine cousin! You’ll go far, far I say!”
“Egh! Leave me alone!”
“Alright, alright. Good luck with the Tournament.” I said, giving his head one last ruffle before stepping away.
“Y-Yeah.” Caleb said much more softly. “You too.”
I waved and left him to hype himself up for his matches. I wasn’t too worried about mine, while I was a far cry from the abilities of Revan, I was more than a match for any of the kids here, even the older ones.
I didn’t pay much attention as the Tournament room filled up. There were plenty of Knights and Masters watching down from the second-floor balcony, the kids around me all clearly worrying about being chosen.
A good worry to have, whoever wasn’t picked up would normally be sent to the Service Corps. But with the current war? Most of these kids would just be food for Separatist guns. The exact number of Jedi that had fallen so far were suppressed to keep up morale, but it would not be a bad guess to say the Jedi Order had, to date, been decimated.
The numbers at the start of the war had not exactly been stellar, the Jedi Order of this version of the Galaxy had a much greater number of Knights and Masters than a mere ten thousand.
Forty Thousand Knights and Masters was a far healthier number than Ten Thousand, but still nowhere near enough for the Jedi’s mandate as protectors of the Republic. The battle of Geonosis had cost a whole half of a percent of the entire Order, all of those being Knights and Masters, over half of those being Masters.
The Clone Wars had started with an unconscionable brain drain for the Jedi Order.
Quite the mess I’d fallen into, but at least the timetable for the War gave me hope I’d have more time to properly shore up Anakin’s mental defenses.
During my introspection, the Tournament had started. The ten to twelve-year-olds were stumbling about smacking each other with training sabers. With one orange-skinned exception, the thirteen and fourteen-year-olds barely managed to maintain a semblance of grace in the use of what little they know of the lightsaber forms.
The fifteen-year-olds and I were being saved for last. Because we were the ones expected to be able to put up a proper fight.
Asoka’s fight was embarrassing for the poor farmer-to-be she was put up against, it was like seeing a kid try and laser sword fight an orange spider monkey on glitterstimm.
The time for my own match came, I was to battle one Luka Madar. I pretended to pay attention during our introductions, but honestly, my heart wasn’t in it. Luka was a scrawny human youth with blue eyes, grey hair, and chocolate brown skin. A few memories surfaced, he’d made fun of former me for being an orphan instead of someone like him, who technically had recourse in case the Jedi didn’t work out.
So of course, former me broke his nose.
Three times.
You’d think he’d have caught on the first time, but clearly, you’d be wrong.
He made an impassioned speech about showing he was worthy and blah blah blah.
I ignited the practice saber I was handed and took up the Shii-Cho fighting stance.
Holy shit he was still talking, after who knows how long he finally stopped talking and took a fighting stance that mirrored mine. I opened myself to the Force, and rather than pull it forcefully into me, or surrendering to it, I gave it a poke and asked for a favor.
The Knight acting as our referee took a deep breath. “Be-!”
I kicked off the ground so hard I tore the carpet. I twisted my hips and shoulders as I came into range, slamming my laser sword into the outer tip of his saber, nearly twisting the practice weapon out of his hand.
My return swing sawed across his chest, making him cry out in pain as he dropped his practice saber and clutched at his torso. I pirouetted as I passed him to keep him in my striking range for the instant I required to strike his neck in what, had we live weapons, would be a decapitating strike.
He seized and fell forward with a strangled gurgle as I deactivated the training saber, picked him up by the back of his shirt, and dragged him to the nearby healers, the room utterly silent, the Jedi around me pushed into a stupor by the sudden application of intense violence, performed with just enough apathy to pass off as serenity if you didn’t squint quite hard enough.
“W-Winner, Initiate Creed!” The referee remembered to call out as I dropped my burden off with the healers, then used the Force to telekinetically bring his dropped training saber from the floor and put it away on the stand with the others.
The next match was between two human girls, one had black hair and blue eyes and the other…was a human wearing a blindfold, probably because she thought it looked cool.
Dumbass.
The two girls went at it, both using Shii-Cho, because finding people to teach more than the basics is hard at the best of times. Still, not bad, but the both of them were too stiff, Shii-Cho was supposed to be the basics you made into your own personal style. Their movements had the telltale signs of rote, mindless repetition, they hadn’t yet applied critical thinking to it.
They performed sweeping motions because that’s what the kata demanded, not because it was an attack meant to disembowel, they stabbed forward because that was the next step, not because they were trying to get past an opponent’s defense and give them a gut-full of plasma. They blocked because that’s what you did at that step, not because they were stopping the opponent from killing them.
And don’t get me started on not using guns.
Children, all of them.
The match ended with the girl with her eyes uncovered claiming the win, after a thoroughly uninspiring match.
It was as we were matched for first place that I placed the strangely familiar looking girl.
Asami Fukuhara, an Initiate like any other. I knew little of note about her, beyond her hailing from, essentially, Space Japan, somewhere on the mid rim. It was similar down to the rather worrying suicide rates.
Using my implants to connect to the Holo Net, I saw that their main cause of death was heart failure. Space Mexico in the Outer Rim didn’t fare much better, but also not significantly worse, that checked out.
On a whim, I looked up Asami in the Catalog and saw her listed. The one in the Catalog was a little older, wearing the sci-fi version of a mempo, the half-mask of a Samurai helmet, and was only named ‘F.’
I was of two minds about the mask, on the one hand, it was badass, on the other, it concealed her very pretty face.
“Begin!”
Oh right, tournament.
Asami was holding the training saber in a solid two-handed grip.
“You could have won there.” I said, igniting my training saber and bringing it forward into a low false guard. “It would have served me right, allowing my mind to wander.”
“A Jedi does not indulge in aggression.” Asami said.
“Historically incorrect.” I said, making her blink in confusion. “A Jedi does not pursue needles aggression.”
I then rushed forward and swept my training saber in a big, telegraphed swing coming from her right. She stepped forward and blocked it as the first step of the Shii-Cho defensive kata instructed she should do.
Except that rather than continuing the assault with my training saber as she expected and began moving her body into the next step in the defensive kata, I stepped to her side and struck with my off hand, took hold of and all but crushed her wrist, and yanked her forward, forcing her out of balance.
I tossed my training saber into the air, keeping a loose hold of it with telekinesis, took her by the neck, making my Stamp appear between my hand and her neck an instant before contact, and swept her to the floor, cushioning her fall with telekinesis so the impact would just knock her breath out rather than cave her skull in.
After that I stepped on her wrist with my foot, reached up, and nudging it with TK, perfectly caught the still ignited training saber, I then brought it to hover in front of her eyes. “Yield.”
“I, I yield.” She groaned out.
I turned off the training saber. “Directed, controlled aggression, it gets you far.” With the prerequisite three seconds having passed, I vanished the Stamp and let go of her throat. Then held my hand out to her.
She did her best not to pout as she took my hand and let me pull her up.
Stamping her like this…it left a bad taste in my mouth, but there were several upgrades I needed that could not wait. I’d simply have to make sure Asami was safe, happy, and fulfilled for the rest of her life.
And dicked down but good, can’t forget that part.
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To nobody’s great surprise, none of the Masters or Knights present chose me. Ain’t nobody here can handle a man with spirit to him.
Cowards, all of them.
Still, rather than sit through yet another lecture about aggression, I slunk away to put in a call with Reality Bending customer service.
[Reality Benders R Us, how can I help you?]
I took a deep breath, and at the last moment decided to use my implants to have this conversation in the privacy of my own head.
+Yes, hello, this is…+ I looked at my official title and gave him my Slutlife Citizen Identification Number. +There is a thought worm that’s set to ensure I’ll be made the Padawan of Anakin Skywalker, I’d like to have it modified to ensure that my…Waifu, Asami Fukuhara is made Obi-Wan Kenobi’s Padawan.+
[Huh, a wild caught F. Congratulations, those are relatively rare.] The voice in the call said with a bit of envy. [Ooookay, the Thought Worm has not yet deployed, you managed to sneak in this request just within the timeframe where this would be viable…done, when the Council meets to decide whose Padawan you should be, your Waifu will be assigned beside you. Do you need anything else, Agent?]
+No, that’s it, thank you.+
[Here at Reality Benders R Us, we are happy to serve.] He said with route cheer that said of a fraction of his Soul getting sucked out of him one utterance at a time.
I could relate.
Without a further word, he ended the call.
Now! Time to download the Jedi Archives into my cranial data-looms.
Unfortunately, the vast majority of that information was boring. They were smart enough to keep any actual juicy stuff well hidden. Still, the exhaustingly thorough history of ancient Mandalorian traditions was very interesting.
I spent the next few days practicing with the Lightsaber and the Force, concentrating my meditations, specifically, on prescience, physical enhancement, and Battle Meditation. Revan had lacked his wife’s once in a species talent for the technique, but he’d nonetheless mastered it. And while it would only be half as effective against the average Separatist army, it should still result in less casualties among the clones under my command.
I received quite a few Credits as Asami’s Capture finalized, and a moment after that I received the notification that my last purchased Waifu was ready for delivery. I disabled my comms unit, navigated my Catalog and purchased the ‘All Roads Lead to Home’ upgrade, making it so my girls (and the engineer) could freely use my portals without me there to ferry them in, and more importantly, making it so I could have more than one active portal.
So, with the knowledge that opening another portal would not override the one in my girls’ apartment, I made a portal to my Apartment and stepped through.
Where I was treated to the sight of Poots floating over the couch with a bowl full of mashed up birthday cake, intently watching a Slutlife Productions Harem show that looked to be a crossover of Overwatch, My Hero Academia and one of the Justice Leagues.
Considering Poots didn’t have any of the physiology necessary to engage in sexual reproduction and did not produce the right hormones to find what was happening on the screen attractive, I had to wonder what exactly he got out of it.
At least it wasn’t Slutlife Reality TV.
Going to my Workshop, I was happy to see that Toots had finished all that I’d set out for him to do. My armor was ready, and there were five more suits of similar design but reduced in scale for my girls.
I queued up some hellpistols, Sussurro and Iris should ideally see no frontline combat, so they’d probably prefer to keep a sidearm only. Aegis and Charlotte would have the top pick of the equipment after me, so I queued up enough materiel to fill up the workshop’s weapon rack, with hellguns, hellpistols, bolt guns and bolt pistols sized for human use, longlas rifles, power swords from short swords to war swords, and a few power fists.
I’d need to make upgrading to an Interdimensional Home something of a priority, the fiat-backed armory that could be stuck to it would be a godsend.
With that taken care of, I tossed my personal equipment into the Pocket Dimension vault, and stepped out into my girls’ apartment, where I saw Charlotte sitting on the couch, watching a drama on the Holo-Net.
I walked up behind her and poked her neck, causing her to flinch and squeak cutely. What wasn’t so cute was that while she flinched and squeaked, she also grabbed my arm, jumped up, and put me in a flawless triangle choke.
The only reason she didn’t throw me to the ground, crush my neck into paste, or tore my shoulder out of its socket, was my own reflexive and generous application of TK.
Then her brain caught up to her body and she realized who it was that spooked her. “Wait, Ry?”
“Yup.” I said, somewhat disappointed to learn that she was wearing underwear, “good reaction time by the way.”
Her face turned tomato red and she immediately let go, resulting in her tumbling down the couch and ending ass over teakettle in a modified halasana pose, giving me a wonderful view of the globes of her cute, tight, well-toned ass.
Her underwear was actually rather risqué.
She scrambled to her feet, doing her best to pretend her slip up didn’t happen.
A fact I made extremely difficult by grinning.
Still, I sat on the couch and faced the holo. “What’s on anyway?”
“Erm, mainly news about the war.” Charlotte said and, hesitating a few seconds, sat next to me. She then went stiff as a board as I draped an arm around her shoulders, her breath hitching as I palmed her breast over her clothes and began to gently knead it.
The Holo was mainly war propaganda about how hard the GAR worked to keep the Republic safe, enlist today, yada yada. The part I found interesting was that the contributions of the Jedi were presented in a subtly negative light.
A Jedi General’s tactics resulted in catastrophic infrastructure damage. A Jedi strike team nearly failed. A Jedi Commander tragically fell in the line of duty, her mission finished by the heroic effort of the clone army.
Not actively disparaging, but just negative enough for that to plant a seed in the subconscious.
All bar two Jedi. Obi-Wan and Anakin.
Everything I could look up about them painted them in an immaculate light. Their defeats were due to Separatist treachery. Their tactical blunders the fault of incompetent underlings. Their victories due to tactical and strategic genius.
Obi-Wan, the warrior scholar. Anakin, the hero with no fear. The tip of the spear, the calm in the storm, the shield that could turn any blow.
As I turned that situation over in my head, I lightly pinched Charlotte’s nipple, making her moan. Once I became Anakin’s Padawan, it made sense that Palpatine will put the weight of his propaganda machine behind me. The tricky part would be making myself useful enough to ensure his coverage is positive, while making sure I didn’t seem to gain so much power so quickly that I was a legitimate threat.
All while hiding any preparations of my own machinations to bring the bastard down.
A most vexing dilemma.
I brought myself back to the present, I wouldn’t manage much of anything worrying about it incessantly.
Besides, I had the perfect distraction to get my mind off things.
I turned to look at the French girl next to me, her nipple was painfully hard on my palm as I gently kneaded the flesh of her tit, the other poking very visibly on her shirt, she looked a mix of excited and uncomfortable, but when she realized my attention was on her, she arched her back to better present her chest, and very deliberately spread her legs.
I wanted nothing more than to get on my knees and lap up the dampness between her thighs, but I did not have much time. Giving her a quick kiss and her nipple one last pinch that had her sucking in a breath, I let go of her breast. “Sorry babe, can’t stay and have fun today. Just stopped by to drop off Aegis’ sister. I’ll need you to update her on what’s going on. Once I can be more certain of my schedule I’ll teach you girls on your powers.”
“Powers?” She asked, pouting and a little breathless.
“The Force.”
Charlotte blinked, then jumped to her feet, smiling radiantly. “Wait, I’m a Jedi now!?”
Huh, guess her variant of France had Star Wars, neat, less to explain. Actually… “What’s the name of the last Star Wars movie to be released?”
Her face soured. “The Christmas Special.”
I shook my head. “The trilogy.”
Her amethyst eyes shone again. “Oh! Revenge of the Jedi! I watched the rerelease with my mom before…before she died.”
I engulfed her in a hug, and to get her mind off sad things I took a handful of her delightful derriere and squeezed. Funnily enough, she didn’t react much to that beyond enjoyment blooming in her mind so…mission successfully failed?
“Anyways, yeah, you’re a Jedi now. We’ll need to talk about how things are different from what you recall.”
And from what I knew, more than was already obvious.
I kissed the top of her head and gently pushed her away, she squeezed me harder but relented.
“Okay, your sister-wife is incoming.” I said and accepted the transfer.
A glowing portal opened next to me, and out of it stepped a cherubic girl, her hair the same shade of spun gold as Aegis, her skin equally soft and fair, but that’s where the similarities ended, she was of a height akin to Sussurro, five foot nothing at most. Where Aegis was buxom, she was svelte, where her sister was toned, she was soft, where Aegis’ eyes were emeralds, hers were sapphires. Her ears came to the same tapered point as her sister’s.
Visually, she looked to be in her late teens, but she was, in fact, older than me by a few decades, enough to be seriously considered for receiving power over her kingdom and people.
Iris Thea Eaderlindt did not have much physical presence, but she did have a natural charisma that all but filled a room.
She looked up and fearlessly met my eyes, then curtseyed perfectly, somehow managing to make that look elegant in a school uniform with a skirt that barely reached past her knees. “Greetings, Master, I am Iris Thea Eaderlindt, you have my most sincere gratitude for purchasing me, I swear to serve you to the best of my limited ability.”
I grinned. “Hey, do you want a new power?”
She blinked, radiating confusion as the conversation immediately did not go the way she expected. “A wha-aahhmnp!?”
She didn’t get to finish as I scooped her up off the floor, her legs dangling, and forced her into a searing kiss and pushed my power into her like I had with all my girls. Iris’ ass was cute and pert as I took a handful of it, but softer than Charlotte’s, Aegis’ or even Sussurro’s. At first, she merely held my shoulders and let me do as I wished to her, but between Sticky Fingers and my aphrodisiac saliva, it wasn’t long before things escalated, her legs wrapping around my waist and her arms around my head and neck, leaving me free to grab a second handful of her adorable derriere.
Unlike her sister-wives, Iris examined what I was doing and could have fought it, instead she willingly submitted, my deliberate lack of finesse causing, like with all my girls, a sympathetic overflow that resulted in her body locking up as she climaxed and mewled into my mouth as the Bond was forged.
I broke the kiss, the small woman in my arms taking a gulp of air before diving forward and mashing her lips to mine, her tongue invading my mouth.
I let her enjoy herself as she wrapped her tongue around mine, before letting go of her ass with one hand and taking a firm hold of her ponytail, and with a very much needed application of willpower, firmly broke the kiss.
Iris breathed heavily; her face flushed to the tips of her elven ears.
“That power.” I finally answered her question with a grin, then set her down gently and held her as her legs trembled. “I’m Rylanor Creed, you’ll be in my care as I will be in yours, this is Charlotte Dunois, one of your sister-wives. Your other sister-wives are currently at work, they’ll arrive later today for you to meet them.”
“Y-Yes Master.”
I flicked her forehead. “None of that, use my name.”
Glancing at Charlotte, I saw she was just as flushed as yesterday when she first met Sussurro. She then surprised me by stepping forward and boldly asking. “Can I touch your ears!?”
Iris blinked, but ultimately smiled and nodded. “But please be gentle, they’re very sensitive.”
Charlotte reached forward and traced the outline of the elf’s ear, not to be outdone, I lightly pinched the tip of her other ear and began to explore it. Iris twitched but allowed it, occasionally twitching, suppressing a giggle, or a light moan.
After I had my fun making her squirm, I gathered the both of them up, sat us all on the couch, and draped my arms across their shoulders. And feeling like a king, gave Iris the rundown of my mission, the state of things, and how I was planning to use a loophole so my harem girls could travel with me for my missions.
Once that was done, I kissed the both of them goodbye and teleported back to the Jedi Temple via my Apartment.
Feeling peckish, I rolled the Company Gacha and summoned a sandwich (salami, cheddar cheese and avocado…not bad) and munched while walking around.
The Force warned me, and I was diving to the side without conscious thought, barely dodging the grasping hand of my assailant. I put my hands up into a boxing stance as...Mace Windu looked at me with something other than attentive indifference.
“Admirable instincts, Initiate Creed.” He said in a complete deadpan, then the scowl that had momentarily vanished returned full force. “Come, you are needed.”
He turned around and started walking, fully expecting me to follow with so little prompting.
I mean, he wasn’t wrong, but it’s the principle of the thing! I used the Force to retrieve my sandwich from the floor, dusted it off, and putting trust in the three second rule (and the immediate purchase of Body Defense through my HUD) I took another bite of my sandwich. “What’s going on, Master Windu?”
I chewed and swallowed before speaking, I’m not some barbarian.
“Congratulations, Initiate Creed, Initiate Fukuhara and you have both been assigned a Master. You’ll be deploying to Christophsis with an urgent message for your Masters.”
Well shit.
The opening of the chapter looks cut off.
Gosh dingus darn it!
Fixed, thanks for letting me know.