I can't help but laugh which makes Shmi glare up at me but then her glare softens and a small smile lights up her face.
"Do you still think I've done a good job raising her on my own?" Shmi asks me and though the words are delivered with the same smile the light in her eyes dims just a little at the question.
"Yes Shmi, I still believe that you are a wonderful mother who has done an amazing job raising a little spit fire like Anakin." Shmi tries not to make it show but I can tell that she basks in my praise, even as she looks away from me.
"Thank you." The gorgeous woman murmurs softly and starts putting my pieces of armor back in place, but continues to stare down at my feet.
Feeling a little annoyed by the lack of eye contact, I reach down with my right hand and gently cup Shmi's chin then gently I guide her to look up at me.
Staring into Shmi's eyes I get flashes of us intertwined on my bed, the rolling of my hips the way Shmi presses the back of her head into the pillows as her mouth falls open with a powerful thrust of my hips.
The way her legs are wrapped around me interlocked behind my back, the way her hands dig into my back, the feeling of her cunt clinging to me as she gushes around my cock.
"Master-Master-Master!" Her breathy moans ringing in my ears.
The vision ends and I'm pulled back into the here and now. I'm pretty sure Shmi saw the same thing I just did if her expression was anything to go by.
"You may call me Master Shmi, I won't stop you from making that choice. If you decide that you want to share yourself with me I will drink you deeply, I will kiss every inch of your beautiful body. And if you are willing, put my child in you. You are a free woman, if you choose to work for me I will pay you. We can come to an understanding where I act as your master if that's what you need. But I don't ever want to see you looking down at the ground, hunched in on yourself in meek subservience. You are a strong beautiful woman and an amazing mother…and a woman I would very much like to spend more time with." By the time I finish speaking Shmi has tears running down her cheeks as powerful sobs leave her but she doesn't once break eye contact.
When her tears finally stop and Shmi's eyelids no longer seem to be able to stay open I hunch down and scoop her up off of the decking.
Taking a few steps to the bed, Shmi's heart starts to pound in her chest, and I can feel her excitement mixed with a wash of other emotions.
"W-wait, I don't want to ruin your bedding with these rags." Shmi doesn't quite shout but there's a genuine need in her voice.
Setting Shmi down on her feet, I watch as Shmi blushes up a storm while shrugging out of her tan, and white-ish "rags".
Her large full tits bounce as the fabric releases them, and I can't help the reflexive gulp. Her brown nipples almost seem to be calling out to me to suck on them.
Every so gently I grab Shmi's hands as she begins to push her rags down to her hips exposing her smooth abdomen, that have the very light scars acquainted with maternity.
I gulp again before I can get any words out. "I need to return to my training. I also think you need to take a bit of time to figure out what you want to do with your freedom before seducing me." My voice goes from serious when speaking about my training to a soft teasing when I talk about Shmi's blatant attempt to make our shared vision come true.
For a second I worry that I may have just insulted Shmi; her emotions that I can somehow feel are all over the place but. They soon settle into relief.
A small thin smile makes its way onto Shmi's face and god, she looks gorgeous.
"No bed time story for me?" The teasing that comes from Shmi is wholly unexpected but it brings an honest full smile to my face.
"No, bedtime stories are only for the kids. But I'll tuck you into bed…if you want me to?" Shmi's blush increases in intensity and she nods her head yes, at first she attempts to look down but she stops herself.
Moving my hands from hers to her sides, hooking my thumbs, in the upturned fabric. I help Shmi out of her clothes then rest my hands on her hips and slowly walk her back to the bed.
When the backs of her legs hit the frame of the bed she nearly falls but I gently lower her onto the bed so that she is sitting on it.
"Lay back." My tone is firm but I hope Shmi knows she can refuse my command, but she doesn't.
Lifting her legs up onto the bed and then sliding my hands up her legs, then her sides I find it is very very hard to resist taking advantage of her in this position.
But I grab her underneath her arms and slide her further up on the bed so that her head can rest on the pillows.
Covering her with the blanket I lean down and press a quick kiss to her forehead.
"Goodnight Shmi…" I trail off. I can feel Shmi leaning up like she wants to kiss me for real but when I pull away she lets herself fall back down onto the mattress.
"Goodnight…will you tell me your real name?" At Shmi's question I can't help but want someone to know my name, so leaning back down bringing my lips to Shmi's ear.
I whisper my name from my old life and then tell her to only call me by the names of Galen or Starkiller. Just her knowing my true name though takes a weight off of me that I didn't know I was carrying till this point.
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Time Skip
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According to Proxy after spending 96 hours straight inside of the Holodeck, I had restored myself to pre time travel standards.
When I exited my training all of the women had assembled inside of the lounge each one having been kitted out, Xena now had weapons in her holsters. While the others were all wearing some form of light armor and had a blaster and a knife.
The lounge was filled with the sounds of their conversations, Ana and Little One launched themselves at me like missiles.
I picked them both up and they began catching me up on events. Everyone while I was trained had unanimously decided that we were not going to stay on Tatooine or live in the abandoned Spaceport.
So they assembled a list of planets that are mostly in The Mandalorian sector of space.
Ana told me about the planets that they had picked out and I clung to one of them, it was a planet I remembered from the Clone Wars.
The one that Anakin, Snips, Aayla and a handful of clones were temporarily stranded on with a colony of lemur people.
The planet's name is Maridum, no sentient life, and mostly made up of grassy plains, savannah, and a few grand forests with trees larger than the largest of redwoods back home. As for animal life there were dinosaur esque herbivores, plus the wingless griffin things we saw in the series, messenger butterflies that could reproduce human speech, and a couple of smaller predator ground creatures and some Dodo bird looking things.
I gave my consent, but it seemed to be wholly unnecessary as all of the women including Juno had already decided they were just waiting on me to get done with training before leaving Tatooine to see if I needed anything specific in terms of supplies.
And when I said I didn't, the woman all took off to the various ships that they've already stocked with supplies leaving me alone with the kids.
"So…would you two like to try the training programs? There is a starfighter flying program." The excitement and enthusiasm from both Ana and Little One was intoxicating, even though I was hungry and exhausted, I couldn't say no to those smiling faces.
Ana and Little One both fell in love with the Holodeck, and after a couple of in-game days of starfighter piloting and combat.
Switched us over to blaster training, then combat training, then a general education program, which helped teach me Aurbesh.
Our month in travel to our future home flashed by as the three of us got years worth of education and practice shoved into our heads in a few hours a day for a month.
Ana has gotten to the point where she can lift rocks while balancing on her fingertips, while all three of us have been undergoing matukai training both in the Holodeck and out of it.
Ana has convinced both Shmi and Juno to participate when Juno isn't training both her and her mother in piloting and operating the Rogue Shadow.
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After a month of traveling in Hyperspace and another month of building a compound on Maridun to keep us safe from the Mastiffs and accidentally being stepped on by the herbivores.
We all really started to feel like a family. Hinata caved after Ana begged ceasley for her to train us in lightsaber combat.
Today I got a message from Aayla who took one of the Sienar-Chall Utilipede Transports warning me that even with her and her Master vouching for me the Jedi council seemed distrusting of me.
I didn't really care about the Jedi though, thanks to Mandalorian military grade encryption gear our signals were untraceable.
Xena and I are technically married and formed a new clan that has very strong ties to Clan Caraxes, and a contract for protecting my Phrikite mining venture.
With use of a Mandalorian armourer, who turns said Phrikite into a Beskar-Phrik alloy that is worth ten times its own weight in aurodium.
I have new armor made out of the alloy, with all of the bells and whistles. Xena was absolutely disgusted with my previous armor as it seems my old armor was beyond basic.
Literally little more than magnetic plate carriers and as thin as aluminum foil plates of Beskar.
This new armor has a base of Corellian power armor minus the armor platting that it is usually equipped with but has all the other systems. Which is a lot like the bat suit from Batman Beyond in that it is hightech and enhances the wearer's physical attributes. It is also full vacuum rated as an undersuit, urine recycling and a sanitizer for what comes out the backend.
Beskar-Phrik alloy platting, which includes full and segmented neck protection…so I don't lose my head like Jango. My armor includes a new helmet with an upgraded communications suite, and a private untraceable holonet connection.
My vambraces have a cable launchers, dart launcher on the right, high fire rate blasters, and whistling birds launchers, a secondary comms system and a holocomputer with again a private untraceable connection to the holonet. The knee pads have micro-rocket launchers, built into the sides...which is kinda sketchy but Xena has assured me they are completely safe.
The armor does very little to restrict my movement and thanks to the armorer who made it.
Everyone in my group has gotten an armor but all of the women including Little One and Ana's are segmented and they have the ability to add or remove plates to it for if they grow or shrink in areas.
I guess it's a pretty common practice amongst Mandalorian women to use segmented armor in case of pregnancy.
Ana and Little One look adorable in their armors, little mini Mandalorians.
As for Force user training it's going pretty good all things considered.
Little One is just barely strong enough in the force to lift a four thousand bound boulder where Ana and I can and have both lifted up the Rogue Shadow, Harpy's Vengeance which is the Lancer Pursuit Craft's name, and the Scrapper which is the name of our remaining Sienar-Chall Utilipede Transports.
I can lift all three at once but Ana can currently only lift one at a time, which is weird since their weights vary quite a bit.
When it came to balancing our emotions and the force Shmi of all people granted us wisdom beyond even Master Yoda's ability.
"I am in control of my actions, fear, anger, hate…they are all just tools on my tool belt. And like any good tool I know how to use them for their purposes." She went into a lot more detail than that and at first I struggled more than Little One or Ana, which seemed to signal to all the women, even Ana, that I have a lot of repressed issues.
Which led to Juno and Shmi taking off to Naboo with my ship to buy a "companion" droid, which is a nice word for a shrink droid so I could talk to someone about my deep seated issues.
Little did I know at the time when I was telling the droid and describing in great detail how exactly my uncle had hurt me, Little One and Ana were spying on me under the effects of Force Cloak.
Which in turn led to everyone learning a fraction of how damaged I actually am. The pitying ended at the same time I had a bit of a bitch fit and activated Fury, which proceeded me leveling a forest between using the force and the raw physical strength due to the body training.
At least the wood didn't go to waste…as I used some of the wood working ability I gained in high school to make high quality wooden furniture, which is a majorly desirable exotic export.
And an additional source of income for our little encampment. Xena and I take a few bounties here and there. It's pretty rare that we bring anyone along with us though.
All in all we've got a few billion in various currencies now, which given my prediction of a war in the future and with everyone's consent we have been using our currency and the stores of Phrik that we don't sell in very small amounts. Or use to make Beskar-Phrik alloy.
To build an army of Phase Three Dark Troopers, which is only possible because when I and Juno ran the mission where we acquired those eight working samples. I also stole factory designs, base coding, component designs, and productions specs so all that had been needed was to purchase was the droid foundry and a few more fragile components that the droid foundry can't produce on its own. The foundry is currently cranking out a dozen Dark Trooper droids a day to man the Keldabe-class cruiser we purchased from Clan Caraxes.
And used their Shipyard to bring up to modern standards, granted most of that was before I was even in the picture and it was 90% complete when Xena's mother, her clan's matriarch agreed to sell it to me as her clan has a few of the relics hanging around.
The ship is 1,600 meters long, has 5 super heavy turbo laser cannons, 20 heavy turbo lasers, 30 medium turbo lasers, and 50 double barrel light turbo lasers. A triple overlapping shield system with a redundant back up system, four large ion drives, and six smaller ion drives for on the dime maneuvering for a ship as big as she is. A 0.5 primary hyperdrive with a 2.0 backup hyperdrive. 600 hundred vulture bombers and fighters. Along with 120 Fangfihters multi role starfihjters and room for atwo light to medium freighters and six weaponized Aka'jor-class shuttles.
Right now the ship is crewed exclusively by droids ranging from a few thousand B-1 engineer variants, 100s of R2 units, and of course a growing number of Phase 3 Dark Troopers.
At my recommendation Clan Caraxes has fully invested into their profits into their ship yards and are beginning to produce the cruisers from a bygone era once more but up to modern standards.