Drawing my Westar-55 blasters mid-drop while using Force Slow, using every moment of slowed time to wipe out the droid escort.
While landing directly in front of her highness, letting time resume its normal course. I can't help finding the noises of shock and surprise that Padmé Amidala and her flesh and blood quartet make rather amusing.
Padmé quickly recovers from my sudden appearance, fear and lust radiating off of her…the other ladies have similar feelings, though Padmé's feelings are much more complicated and there also the rather oppressive feelings brought on by the circumstances her home is in.
"Queen Amidala, I am here to take you to the Republic Senate so that you can fruitlessly plead your case to the Senate for aid." Whatever Padmé was about to say is choked off as my dark troopers drop in around us pointing outwards weapons at the ready.
"And what of your ship?" Padmé asks snappily. "Is your warship not enough to deal with freighters?!"
"I am sorry to say that one ancient Keldade Battle cruiser is not enough to handle seven lucrehulks, their compliments of droid starfighters, let alone the heavy shielding and armaments that put each one on the same destructive power level as my flagship."
"I-I see…well I cannot just abandon my people to run off with some mysterious man while taking refuge in the Republic." There is just something about Padmé, even when she's very passionately shooting down my offer for help. I can't help but find her incredibly attractive. Yes, she looks like a dead ringer for an 18 year old Natalie Portman but she's also prettier at the same time.
The warm aura of light surrounding her does not help lessen my attraction to her at all.
"Listen princess, you put your home and your planet in more danger by remaining here than you do by allowing me to escort you to Courscant. Once Gunray has you in his oily webbed grip again, they'll begin torturing you until you break and sign whatever they want you to sign making this planet, Trade Federation property. And he will have you in his grip again as I will not continue to put my people in danger for your's or you just because my soft bleeding heart makes me feel for the plight of your people. My first and utmost responsibility as a leader is my people just as it is yours. You have thirty seconds to decide to come with me then I leave you to your own devices." As I finish speaking I turn around and walk out of the group while Qui-Gon jumps down and lands in front of me.
"Try and talk some sense into her, I doubt she'll trust the idea of a Mandalorian with a sense of altruism."
"I will my friend, your plan has great merit…including the one where your droids seize control of the command ship for the occupying Trade Federation forces." Qui-Gon murmurs softly with a small smirk starting at the corners of his mouth while shooting me a wink.
'Okay…this bastard is a smooth operator…' Looking up I can see Obi-Wan standing at the edge of the boarding ramp, my helmet zooms on the image allowing me to see the constipated expression on his face.
Through the force I can feel that his emotions are spiraling downwards into some sort of angsty depression.
'Did learning he has a kid out there fuck him up so bad or that there are two powerful unattached to the order force users who clearly aren't Sith driving him into this unhinged emotional state?' My wandering thoughts are interrupted by an incoming call, answering it Juno appears in my helmet's hud screen and beside her is one of the Phase Three Dark troops who has a Nemodian on his knees with one of its heavy hands on his or her shoulder.
"You're never going to believe this, Starkiller…my love these…toads have-" A smirk is already starting to form on my face before Juno can even finish explaining the current situation.
"Have slaved all of the Lucrehulk's and droid forces to one control ship which would effectively make all the forces go dark if it's destroyed or become our's if the captive has been successful?"
"I…why do you always have to ruin my surprises?!" Juno pouts cutely while putting on an overly exaggerated show of annoyance and frustration.
"Sorry Babe, you know I love your surprises…especially the sexy harem girl slave outfits you seem to never run out of…" A very firm throat clearing makes Juno's current blush turn up to eleven on a scale of one to ten, ten being the extreme.
"The children are on the bridge you two." Shmi's very unimpressed but slightly aroused voice cuts in and distantly I can hear Ana giggling.
I have to bite back the feelings of grief knowing that no one would have been ever be able to hear Little One laugh or talk because her own father severed her vocal cords before selling her into slavery and killing her mother.
I had greatly enjoyed making him scream until his own vocal cords gave out…before putting him into an interesting contraption of Mandalorian design. That not only keeps a traitor alive and restrained in complete isolation from outside elements but has a programmable system to play messages.
The waste management and nourishing systems of that thing are incredibly advanced but he will forever suck in air that smells of his own bodily waste. And the machine can keep a species alive for double of their expected lifespan.
So not only will he suffer in complete isolation in a rather uncomfortable environment but besides his thoughts the only sounds that scum will ever hear again every few hours will be his screams or agony and my maniacal laughter.
I know I'm not a good man for taking pleasure in his suffering but…then again I don't have to be one either. This universe chews up and grinds down good men into oblivion.
But a silver lining between myself, and Ana with Hinata leading us and a couple of surgeries performed by our medical droid surgeon, we were able to heal Little One's vocal cords and give her, her voice back.
"You're doing it again…you can't keep zoning out at random times like that for introspection, Starkiller. I know you haven't talked about it with anyone but you've been off for the last couple of months. You need to talk about what happened or what's happening that has you so off." Juno is very firm and concerned as she stares deeply into my eyes through the full color holocall.
"I will…later. For now, start pulling out droid forces from Naboo while sending all of the recorded footage to Lady Liberty so we can provide evidence of the atrocious actions of the Trade Federation killing and herding innocent civilians like cattle. Then start locking down the other Lucrehulks they are too valuable for us not to take possession of…as for the organic infestations aboard them. I leave it to you and the other ladies' discerning judgements on how to handle them. Just remember they are Nemodians and they will do anything to turn a profit. Oh I can't believe I almost forgot but have the droids restrain Nute Gunray, if he resists too much execute him on sight." Juno looks like she wants to push but settles on offering me a small smile and nodding before cutting her transmission.
I turn around only to find Padmé right behind me reaching out to touch my shoulder, so close to her with my connection so open she is as mesmerizing as she is blinding.
"I have come to the conclusion that the strategy you offered is the best way to help my people." Padmé says to me her hand trembling slightly before she pulls it back and presses it against her chest. Highlighting a much more impressive set of tits than the actress that ever played her could ever dream of having without some serious work.
"There is that option or a much more effective one. My troops have secured the command ship…I have already given the order to recall all droid forces occupying your planet."
"Wh-what?" Padmé trails off, her voice trembles as her mouth drops open in surprise. She does a good job at trying to recover but I take my helmet off and flash her a smile…a real smile. Not a smirk or one of my cheesey smiles and my rather handsome face draws quite a few small appreciative gasps and other expressions from the Handmaidens but Padmé…
Padmé looks at me like I imagine Anakin did after every rotation during the war when he finally came home to see his beautiful secret wife.
"Th-this other option, what would it entail?" Padmé recovers slowly from my revelations I just dumped on her.
"Ceeding from the Galactic Republic and forming a coalition of like minded planets centered on self protection and governance of coalition planets and systems." My words draw expressions of shock from everyone involved.
"That is preposterous, Naboo has been a part of the Republic for over a thousand years!" One of her councilors shouts at me, but I draw my blaster, setting it to stun and knock him out cold.
"Sorry, I don't like to be interrupted when speaking with a woman as stunningly beautiful as you Queen Amidala." Padmé raises an unimpressed eyebrow up at me but through the force I can feel she is just as pleased by my compliment as she is upset that I stunned one of her councilors.
"To even entertain such an offer here in this setting…we would need to table this discussion for much further down the road…" Padmé offers trying to use her little politicking training to not burn a possible powerful ally by outright refusing.
"I understand that it is a lot to ask of an unknown power such as myself…my offer to escort you to the Republic Senate and present evidence of what the Trade Federation has done to your truly breathtaking home, and what I am sure are beautiful people. If they are anything like their Queen."
"Truly, you would still expend resources on such an effort?"
"I am. This plot is much larger and grander than Nute Gunray…until you have been safely delivered to Coruscant and back to Naboo I and my clan will take full responsibility for your protection."
"Thank you, I and my escort are in your capable hands…?"
"Galen, Galen Marek." I introduce myself and gently but firmly take Padmé's hand and kiss her knuckles. "It is a great pleasure to make your acquaintance Queen Amidala and under better circumstances I would love to take my time and explore this beautiful city…this planet and all of its wonders, fully and deeply." I do my best to speak as a politician with flowery and complimentary language and I know I make an awful fool of myself but Padmé seems to eats it up like a sheltered and starved for male attention young woman.