Rising up from a Nobleman to Intergalactic Warlord!!

(AN: See you guys on 3/17.)

---3rd Person POV, Jabba’s Palace---

Using the key they pilfered from a dead guard, the infiltration team entered the palace dungeon and began to liberate all Jabba’s captives. While most began to profusely thank their rescuers, several bolted toward the exit, eager to put as much distance between this place and them as possible. Asking them to wait a moment before leaving, when they did not heed the request, Ahsoka, Bo-Katan, Roxanne, and Samus quickly leapt upon them. Pinning them to the ground, the freed slaves desperately fought back, unwilling to become someone else’s slaves.

“Emperor preserve us…”, Sister Superior Faustuste Solsten groaned, as she and her subordinates staggered out of their cells, “All of you, cease your resistance this instant! In case you have forgotten, the fat slug installed an obedience chip in the base of our skulls. Our rescuers want to remove them so we can safely leave. The alternative is losing our literal heads when the chips detonate. If that is what you want, do not let us stop you from dying.”

Blinded by their desire to escape this wretched place, they had completely forgotten about the chips. Having watched dozens of captives die from those chips during their time here, each of them felt stupid for forgetting about something so deadly. Stopping their resistance, the women rejoined the others to have the bombs disarmed.

“This is everyone; we checked all the cells.”, Clarice announced as Deirdre and she rejoined everyone after completing a second sweep. “You are up, Bloodtide.”

<Understood. Everyone, please stand still. This will only take a few minutes.> (Bloodtide)

Dispersing part of her body into every captive, Bloodtide began the tedious process of dismantling the chips. Recognizing her silver humanoid form as they stood in line with the others, a sense of unease began to well up in Rose’s crew. Aware of who and what Bloodtide was, they looked toward the Rogue Trader for an explanation.

“I understand your feelings; I fainted the first time I met her.”, Rose openly admitted. “I am a little fuzzy on the details, but suffice it to say Bloodtide is working with Primarch Stark. So long as we do not provoke her, she will not attempt to harm us.”

<It is amazing what can happen when you treat other sentient beings with a bit of respect.> (Cleare)

Removing her camouflage right in front of the group, two of the Sisters nearly fainted from shock as they realized a second Abominable Intelligence was here as well.

“Please stop bullying them, Cleare. They have been through a lot already; no need to further exacerbate things. Give them some time; I am sure they will come around eventually.”, Olivia scolded her as she used her healing magic to mend the captive’s wounds.

<My apologies, Lady Olivia. I just wanted them to consider things before making a rash decision. Not all Adepta Sororitas’ members are as accepting and levelheaded as Abbess Vahl and Lady Ionica.> (Cleare)

Watching the floating sphere fly to Oliva and begin hovering over her shoulder, the Sisters looked at one another, unsure what to think. Normally all Abominable Intelligences would be destroyed on sight, yet the Second Legion integrated them into their ranks, and the High Lords of Terra were unbothered by it. Assuming there was more to this than meets the eye, they decided to ask the Abbess about it once they were safely on Terra.

<Alright, the chips have been removed from her bodies.> (Bloodtide)

“From this point on, you can either head out on your own or stay with us until we reach a safe place to drop you off.”, Ahsoka advised them, “If you decide to go, please grab a few valuables on your way out. Use the money from selling them to either carve out a life for yourself on Tatooine or to purchase a ticket to leave the planet. The choice is yours.”

Thanking their saviors one last time, most of the captives chose the latter option, much to Ahsoka’s dismay. Watching them run out of the prison, she let out a deflated sigh and looked at those who chose to stay. Aside from Rose’s crew, a handful of political hostages decided sticking it out with the Jedi Padawan was the safest option for them. Hoping they could convince whoever she was working with to take them back to Coruscant, all of them were eager to reunite with their loved ones once again.

“With that, phase one of the plan is complete!”, Aela remarked with a proud smile as she turned toward the Rose’s crew, “You ladies interested in getting a little bit of revenge, or do you want food and rest?”

“We will gladly accept any chance to get revenge on that slimy bastard! In fact, I would like to deal the death blow to him if possible. He did unspeakable things to us, and he must pay for it with his life.”, Solsten hissed venomously, looking toward Ionica, “Our arms and armor were taken from us in the slave market. Would you be so kind as to lend us some spare equipment for this occasion?”

“Of course, Abbess Vahl sent us replacement equipment for you this morning. She requested a debriefing meeting with you later today.”, Ionica informed her, “If you would please, Mylene or Lucoa.”

“I would love to debrief her this evening, but how will I do that?”, Solsten inquired, as the hostages were replaced with a pile of equipment.

“Lord Stark and his Second Legion brought far more than just military power to the Imperium of Man.”, Rose explained, with an excited smile. “Much has changed back home; your Abbess will explain everything tonight.”

Giving the Rogue Trader a puzzled look, they decided to just wait and see for themselves. Ripping off their slave garbs, the Sisters dressed themselves in more appropriate clothing and geared up. Ready to go in just two minutes, everyone was about to move out when a loud voice came over the radio.

“HEY GUYS, CAN WE COME JOIN THE FIGHT!?”, Tohru yelled, forgetting how to use the radio again.

Clutching their heads in agony, those with earpieces began cursing at the dragoness for her stupid mistake. Stepping in to correct her, Elma delivered a brutal blow to the back of her head while Ilulu and Fafnir stood nearby shaking their heads. Rolling around on the floor holding her head, Tohru released an agonizing groan as she began seeing stars.

“I apologize, everyone; the idiot has been properly dealt with.”, Elma sighed, setting the rolling pin down with a smirk of amusement. “As Tohru was saying, do you mind if we join in the fun? It has been quite boring just sitting here and watching you all have fun.”

“If you want to join us, you are more than welcome too.”, Angelica agreed, “We need you to swear that you will not go wild here, though. There are somewhat innocent people mixed in with the crowd that will come here. Please bear that in mind before you do anything rash.”@@novelbin@@

“Hold on a moment; let’s be very specific here.”, Bo-Katan interjected, already seeing where this could go very wrong. “No curses, deadly poisons and toxins, or large-scale magic spells. Just use ordinary weapons, and for the love of god, do NOT go poking around while we wait for them to arrive.”

“Jeez, you are sucking all the fun out of this!”, Tohru pouted, unhappy about how strict she was being, “Since we cannot explore the palace, can we at least make a flashy entrance when they arrive? You know, like one of those action movies on the HoloNet!”

Looking at one another, everyone on the infiltration team began vehemently shaking their heads. Fearing she would bring the whole palace down on them, they immediately shut her request down. Refusing to cave on this issue, Tohru attempted to compromise by suggesting they pick what dramatic entrance they use.

“How about Bo-Katan plants some explosives in the ballroom ceiling, detonates it when they arrive, and the four of them drop down upon our enemies?”, Clarice suggested, turning to the Mandalorian. “Does that work?”

“I suppose I can do that.”, Bo-Katan relented, with a playful smile. ‘There is never a dull moment with this group. Back home this crap would never be tolerated, but here it is just another day. I like it!’

“We accept the deal, but I am sitting this one out. I will support everyone from the comfort of my bedroom with magic.”, Fafnir stated, walking away. ‘Knowing Ilulu and Tohru, this will not end well…’

“You are such a party pooper!”, Tohru remarked, sticking her tongue out at him. “Lucoa, my bestest friend in the whole wide world, can you teleport us into position, please?”

“Yeah, I guess I can do that.”, Lucoa giggled. “Happy hunting, everyone!”

With everyone satisfied, the women began preparing to give Jabba and his cohorts one hell of a greeting.

---Victor POV---

Locked in a heated battle for first place, Sebulba and I approached the Hutt Flats on the final lap of the race. Having wiped out half of the racers in a poor attempt to eliminate me, everyone else hung back just hoping to finish this race alive. Bashing into one another as we exited the cavern, he began chucking items from his cockpit at me. Narrowly avoiding one of his sweat rags, I decided to send him off to the afterlife in style. Leaning over, I grabbed hold of his right engine and began to steadily increase the Spacehog’s speed.

“What are you doing!?”, Sebulba howled, unable to control his podracer anymore. “Let go of my vehicle, you filthy xenophobe!!”

“Jeez, no matter how many times I tell you people, none of you fucking listen. If I were a xenophobe, why would I have multiple xeno lovers and a xeno wife?”, I sighed, getting tired of repeating this to people.

“I… uh…”, Sebulba stuttered, unable to come up with anything to say to that.

“Yeah, that is what I thought, moron.”, I stated, as we approached the speed of sound.

Watching parts of his cockpit and engines begin to fly off, the Dug looked at his speedometer to see how fast we were going. Discovering we were going faster than any podracer had before, he quickly realized what was about to happen. Turning to me again, he began opening his mouth to speak, but I quickly stopped him.

“Thanks for a thrilling race, Sebulba, but this is where we part ways. It is nothing personal, just business!”, I said, as we broke through the sound barrier.

Unable to withstand the intense air resistance, the podracer exploded into a billion pieces, turning the Dug into a fiery pincushion. Releasing my grip on his engine, he began tumbling across the sand before slamming into a large sandstone boulder. Wanting to finish the race in style, we came barreling in at speed and drifted across the finish line, giving the crowd a double rock and roll hand sign. While visibly disappointed that I had won the race, the crowd still cheered loudly as it was the most exciting race any of them had seen.

As the other racers crossed the finish line, I walked over to them and gave each of them a firm handshake. Thanking them for giving me an exhilarating experience, they looked at me with confusion.

“You… you are shaking our hands?”, an Iktotchi remarked, with honest surprise, “I thought- “

“No… I am not, nor have I ever been, a xenophobe…”, I groaned, “Just because I am from the Imperium of Man does not automatically make me one. If you will so kindly turn your attention to my viewing tower, that conclusion should have been crystal clear from the very beginning.”

Doing as I asked, they looked at the platform again and realized their mistake. Apologizing to me for making that assumption, I assured them that it was fine. Wanting to talk shop with me about the Spacehog, our conversation was rudely interrupted by Vikzel. Coming down to congratulate me on the win, he informed me that Jabba had gifted the sixteen hostesses to me.

“That is wonderful news!”, the Lethan Twi’lek proclaimed as she and everyone else came running over to congratulate me.

“Yes, it is.”, I chuckled, as they leapt onto me and gave me a celebratory kiss. “It is onto the after party now, right?”

“That is correct. I presume you will be using your limousine to get there?”, Vikzel questioned.

“Yeah, we will rejoin you there.”, I assured him, stowing the Spacehog back in my inventory.

“Of course, Lord Stark. See you there!”, Vikzel said.

Heading back the way they came in, once we were securely inside the limo, the holograms dissipated, leaving only small spheres behind. Letting out a sigh, I mentally commanded my nanites to realign themselves to my usual armor as we began leaving the parking lot.

“You ladies did an excellent job.”, I praised them. “Once this is all over with, we can drop you off on Coruscant or a border world with enough money to restart your lives with.”

“While we are grateful for the generous offer, that is not what we want.”, the Lethan Twi’lek remarked, straddling my right leg, “Whether you did it intentionally or not, you swooned our hearts with your kindheartedness. Each of us has chosen to stay by your side till the end of our days. Please allow us to be your concubines and share a bit of the happiness and love you give your wives.”

“We have no family to lean on, no home to return to, and no skills to survive out in this cruel universe. The warmth you and your family share is something truly special; no one else we have encountered has anything like it. Letting it slip through our fingers is something we cannot allow to happen.”, the lavender Twi’lek spoke, straddling my other leg.

Nodding their heads enthusiastically, the women seemed very adamant about their decision. While I had come around to the idea of having concubines, taking sixteen all at once was just not a feasible option.

“I will be honest with you ladies, making all sixteen of you my concubines at once is not an option. My plan would be to take six concubines and make the rest of you maids in my household. In time I could be persuaded to change the arrangement, but that will be a few years.”, I remarked, looking at them to gauge their reactions. “Before I make my decision, though, I need to get to know you better. You have spent quite a lot of time with my wives these past few days, but hardly any with me. In fact, I believe I only know the Echani’s name at this point.”

“Oh lord… We never properly introduced ourselves…”, Sheol remarked, with an embarrassed look.

“To be fair, we hardly ever got the chance to properly speak with clientele.”, the blue Mikkian pointed out.

“Very well then, Victor. We will gladly accept your offer, so long as I am one of the five.”, the Lethan Twi’lek laughed, giving her friends a playful smile.

“Since he has a thing for large chests, I am probably one of the five, as I am the curviest out of everyone here.”, the Zeltron remarked, pushing her chest out with a proud smile.

Debating the topic of who I would pick, I found it amusing that they had glossed over their introductions again. Letting it slide, as they seemed satisfied with this arrangement for now, I sat back and relaxed for a bit as we drove to the palace.