Chapter 124: Clinging to Sanity
*Warning - Chapters 122-126 were all published together. Returning Readers, make sure you're picking up the story from where you left off :-).
Chapter 124: Clinging to Sanity
– Tythe – 23.6 BBY –
Izuku would really like to punch his past self in the face for putting his current self in this position. Admittedly, the choices that his past self had made had succeeded in helping billions, so that probably wasn’t fair of him. On the other hand, he was currently sitting through another working meeting of the Council of Free Worlds and trying not to die of boredom. He, thank all the fucks, wasn’t the one charged with presiding over the Council. That horrible fate had fallen to Azatha Vy, a Twi’lek who had started out as the first Governor of Tythe, gotten elected to represent the world on the Council, then eventually won the vote to become Grand Chairman of the Council.
The position wasn’t the same as Supreme Chancellor of the Republic.
In his position as Sovereign, Izuku himself still held the reigns of the Executive Branch of the League of Free Worlds, having intentionally split the executive and legislature in a way he was more familiar with from Earth. He did not, however, hold the same position over the Council. Veto power that was still a bit to absolute for true democracy? Yes. Day-to-day control? No. One of the many, many issues with the Galactic Republic was that the Chancellor was the ultimate stopping point for too many systems. Head of the Executive, Legislature, and Judicial all at the same time.
Having no intention of suffering that fate, Izuku had kept control of the Executive, but had intentionally set up the Legislature to run mostly on its own. Likewise, he’d let that same Legislature have a lot of say in the construction of the Judicial Courts which, thankfully, now at least properly existed. This meant that he didn’t have to sit in on every session of the Council. Thank God, the Force, or whatever amazing evolutionary process had created Tits for that. Dealer’s choice on which you felt was the most important to thank.
Unfortunately, ‘his’ government was still very young, and as such it was still better for him to regularly attend at least some of the working sessions. Both to be able to slap down the occasional bit of abject stupid typical of politicos, and because he was the legal head of the Military as the Sovereign, and they were still at war. Sure, they’d managed to chew through nearly half of the Hutt Throne Worlds by now, but they were having serious trouble with many of those that remained, as most of them had planetary shields…and had realized they could use super weapons to hold their own populations hostage against the League.
It was a galling tactic, and one that they were working on counters for, but it meant that the Crusade hadn’t yet finished. Which, in turn, meant that many ‘working sessions’ of the Council still referenced it. Something for which he or another military representative needed to be in place, and it was better off being him as often as possible. The fact that he also served as an expert on some of Mei’s revolutionary inventions, which were already shaping policy for trade and infrastructure within the League, only made his periodic presence at these meetings even more critical. At least for now.
Intellectually, he knew that today was one of those cases, as the Council worked in closed-session to figure out just how the Quantum Comms and Mei’s Jump Gates were going to affect ongoing infrastructure buildup. The Quantum Comms were considerably better and far more secure than current Hypercomm technologies, requiring far less massive energy consumption. That meant a lot of their worlds were already seeing vastly improved access to galactic datanets. Datanets which included things like learning libraries, as well as the many results of the entertainment sector that had grown on Tythe in the years of buildup before the Crusade.
Meanwhile, the Jump Gates, which were the more tightly controlled secret at this point, were nevertheless something that needed to be discussed at least in a closed session like this one. A dozen of them were already under construction throughout their space, though the initial usage was purely military. Once that Jump Gate network grew, however, it would also be open to trade. Something which was going to make a lot of worlds happy by massively simplifying their ability to move resources between them.
The network was going to have a major and important effect on how fast many of the marginal Tier 1 worlds started pulling their own weight, bootstrapping their way up to at least Tier 2 standards. That made this meeting important, and his own ability to check for people who felt like they might intentionally leak classified information was equally important. Unfortunately, it didn’t make listening to the Council argue endlessly about which worlds should get what priority for the new systems any less boring…
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– Sovereign of Tythe – Orbit of Nal Hutta – 23.5 BBY –
Izuku drummed his fingers on the War Room chair and hummed to himself as he considered the proposal Admiral Lin had just put in front of him. It wasn’t a bad proposal, and he was inclined to green-light it. The problem was that it would very technically make them expansionist. Granted, the Centrality had given them every reason to strike back at them when they’d rented a major chunk of their fleet out to the Hutts. The state of the Centrality worlds meant that their absorbing it would almost be a relief effort, as well. The current ‘leaders’ of that section of space were despots, who were busy screwing up what little economy the locals had left after plagues and an industrial depression had hit them. The sixty-three major systems that made up the Centrality, and hundreds of marginal outposts and ragtag colonies, were suffering.
That said, none of them had applied to be part of the League of Free Worlds. Meaning the operation that Admiral Lin was proposing was very technically a war of expansion. One that could, in theory, be pointed to by alarmists elsewhere in the galaxy and used against them. Still, those worlds were tempting in more than one way. The League could help the locals a lot, the current rulers were scumbags who had been in active collaboration with the Hutts, and the major worlds did have significant industry. Industry that could easily bounce back with the massive influx of credits the League could supply, and which would help fuel the uplift of dozens of other worlds within former Hutt Space.
“You are aware that we are fighting one war already, Admiral. What makes you think this is the time to start another? Even if it’s one that isn’t likely to last very long.”
The Admiral shrugged and spelled out what Izuku already suspected.
“Frankly, boss? The grinding nature of the fight against the Hutt Throne Worlds isn’t good for the Fleet. It’s ninety percent siege at this point, and we only need a fraction of our fleet to maintain all the sieges we have going. Worse, we still have new ships and crews coming online constantly from new construction. Taking out the Centrality will both secure our borders better and serve as a way to blood some of our newer crews. Given what we all suspect is coming, having fewer green crews would make me much happier.”
He nodded at that, even if he wanted to grimace at the pure pragmatism. The Admiral wasn’t wrong. The Republic and the newly formed CIS were both far larger than the League. The Confederacy might only be shaping up to be something like five percent of the Republic that were breaking away, but it was a massively wealthy and productive five percent. Enough so to probably match the building capacity of virtually any other fifteen percent of the Republic, at least if you ignored select worlds like Kuat or Corellia who could output a truly stupid amount of industrial might if properly motivated.
If either power took exception to the League, or if the League was forced to take exception to them, it was only their superior own technology and qualitatively better crews that would give them the throw weight to compete. Making sure more of their new crews had some legitimate combat experience would enhance their edge against virtually all comers, as the League was now the power with the greatest amount of modern warfare experience at the galactic scale.
On the other hand, he didn’t really like using the conquering of several dozen worlds has, effectively, a massive training exercise.
Still…
“Very well, Admiral. You have the go ahead. If it were any other set of systems, I’d shoot you down, but the Centrality is a mess, and their fleet did already attack us first. Just try to keep the blood letting down. I’d rather the majority of the locals be happy they are under new management, not pissed off liabilities that might rebel.”
The Admiral snapped a salute, nodding seriously.
“Of course, sir. If I didn’t think they’d welcome the change in rule I would never have proposed this. As it is, I’m pretty sure the majority of the locals are going to see us as heroes. Apparently, there are even some home-grown rebel groups now. With the loss of a good chunk of their fleet trying to help the Hutts, the ruling scumbags don’t have the power to enforce their will as dominantly as they did before.”
Sighing again, Izuku nodded, and started asking a few follow up questions about which units she wanted to pull from League Space to take the Centrality, and who she intended to send to lead the effort. As much as this was her project, she was the day-to-day commander of the entire fleet. So he wasn’t going to let her run off from managing the Crusade. If he had to stay and play politics, she could bloody well stay and command some boring sieges…
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– Baroonda - 23.4 BBY –
Izuku’s grin was massive as he hauled his pod-racer through a tight turn. The sport had always been popular within Hutt Space, and it hadn’t dropped in popularity at all with the League takeover. Which meant it hadn’t actually been that hard to secure track-time to run private time trials or head-to-head races. Something which would have been insane, of course, for a human with ordinary reflexes. For both Izuku and Zavra, though, it was proving to be an incredible rush that pushed their enhanced reflexes and precognition to the test as they raced each other. Both of them had enhanced baseline reflexes, even before accounting for the Force. Zavra due to all her cybernetic mods, and Izuku as a side effect of not quite being a baseline human.
That last bit had come as quite a surprise to him when he’d first found out about it, clear back when he and Aayla had gotten a medical droid and had it do comprehensive checkups for the first time. Izuku was still human, his genetics not different enough to be pushed to ‘near-human’ or ‘human-offshoot.’ Yet he, and Mei too once she’d arrived and gotten her own checkup, had proven to be pretty close to at least ‘offshoot’ status. Apparently, a couple of hundred years of humanity having Quirks had tweaked the baseline. Izuku and Mei were a bit stronger, faster, and more durable than a baseline human. The legacy of the general superhuman nature of secondary mutations spreading through their homeworld’s gene pool. Izuku privately suspected that someone like Mina, Koda, or Tokoyami likely would have crossed over the threshold into ‘offshoots,’ at least. But that was neither here nor there to the matter at hand, which was that his reflexes had a starting point significantly above human baseline.
Adding the Force to his and Zavra’s already beyond-human baseline reflexes, and the result was that the normally insanely dangerous sport was just…fun. The Force would give them ample warning if their pods were about to suffer mechanical problems. Which wasn’t likely in the first place, since Mei had designed the model they were using after one look at traditional slap-dash pods had offended the hell out of her. The fact that Mei, of all people, had considered them a ‘stupidly unsafe design’ said an unfortunate amount about the typical pod-racer, to be honest.
As for why they were doing this at all? Izuku had wanted to take the time to really get to know Zavra better, so he’d taken her along as he went on a tour of various League worlds to see how they were developing. Baroonda was one of the non-Republic worlds that had joined them willingly, having been just barely outside of Hutt Space on the side of Wild Space, but heavily reliant on trade with formerly Hutt worlds. It had been a great choice for getting a finger on the pulse of such worlds for Izuku…
…and it just so happen to also be known as a host to several professional pod-racing tracks. He’d known Mei had built a pod-racer, and brought both the original and a duplicate along for a date with Zavra. The Sith was very much an adrenaline junkie, so he’d known better than to pick a quiet moonlit stroll or romantic dinner. Given the sheer glee she was pulsing with as they went head-to-head this final time around the track, he knew he’d chosen well.
She was also more inherently reckless than he was, so she’d won the majority of their head-to-heads so far. This time, though, he had a secret weapon he had every intention of using. Grinning as they hit a turn that would normally force even Zavra to slow down, Izuku did nothing of the sort, leaning on his far greater control of telekinesis to wrench the pod around in a way just barely this side of unsafe, cracks actually forming in the frame as he pushed it beyond its design tolerances. A trick he could only use once, on this last lap of their last run for the day.
Zavra’s outraged squawk as he passed her, just heartbeats before the finish line, was music to his ears…
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-Lemon Starts Here-
Zavra moaned helplessly and happily as she was pressed up against the door of the shower, breasts pressing flat against the glass as Izuku took her from behind. She’d jumped him the moment they entered the shower together, still high and horny from the rush of the final pod-race. To her absolute delight, her Master got her, in a way only the Empress ever had otherwise, and had forcefully turned her assault into a lesson in being a good little toy for him.
He’d started by disabling her ability to cum and turning on several of her pleasure implants at the same time, pushing her down to her knees with firm orders that she wasn’t going to get relief unless she did a good job of serving first. She, of course, had immediately and happily thrown her whole effort in pleasing him, starting with the absolute bestest blowjob she could muster. She still wasn’t the best with handling cocks, Mistress Aayla had her blowjob skills beat! But she was proud of being the second best behind the Mistress, and determined to improve!
Of course, with Master playing with her implants, using the Force to near constantly change which ones were on, what sensations they were delivering, and how strong they were running, she was a bit of a mess by the time she managed to make him cum. He’d pulled her up immediately afterwards and shoved her tits-first into the shower door, and was now absolutely reaming her from behind, having skipped her pussy and aimed straight at her backdoor. Though with the number of modifications the Empress had made to her, one was hardly any less pleasurable than the other…
Which was super frustrating since he still hadn’t released her to cum! Her mind was starting to fray a bit from the number of times she’d be slammed hard against the edge, unable to achieve release despite the fact she should have been cumming her brains out with every other thrust! It was hitting all her buttons hard, in some of the best ways that Mistress had taught her to love, but what little higher-thought she could manage between moments of mind-breaking pleasure hoped he’d consider her enough of a Good Girl to let her cum.
She feared that wasn’t to be the case when he blew his second load in her ass without releasing her to cum. Then, of course, he physically picked her up, threw her over his shoulder and marched her out of the shower, heading for the bedroom. The bedroom that Asora always made sure was stocked, wherever they went, with plenty of fun things. She could almost think straight again by the time he threw her onto the bed and summoned a set of shackles for her wrists and ankles.
“Hmmm, I think you’ve been a Good Girl, Zavra…but I haven’t had enough fun yet. Let’s play some more and see how close I can get your mind to breaking before I finally let you cum.”
A thrill shot through her at the promise of something her Mistress used to do, which Zavra had dearly missed. Then, as if in response to that thought, the thread of a bond between them that had built since her new master took ownership of her abruptly exploded into much more. For a moment that seemed to last the lifespan of the universe, their minds and more were one, a third very surprised mind linking in to join them from half a galaxy away.
Then there was only pleasure as all three minds decided they could figure out what had happened later. For now, all three of them were horny, and the part of them that was now Aayla was egging them on to do something about it…
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Aayla didn’t have a clue what the fuck was going on, only that whatever it was? It was both fucking amazing and incredibly frustrating! She’d been getting ready to crash, after an exhausting day, when her bond with Izuku had lit up like an entire Festival of Lights parade! They had always been able to at least feel each other, even at distances that spanned half the Republic. But farther than a single star system apart and they’d not been able to communicate mind-to-mind.
Why that was so, they’d never been quite sure, given that the Force shouldn’t care all that much about distance. Possibly it was some limitation of Izuku’s unique connection, but just as likely it was nothing more or less than a mental block. There were historical references to Jedi that could pull capital ships out of the sky, and Sith who could devour all life on entire worlds. Yet the vast majority of Force Users would struggle to lift anything larger than a starfighter and the vast majority of even the most egomaniacal Sith had been limited to personal combat. All for the simple reason that a huge chunk of being able to do something with the Force was believing you could it, and precious few sentient minds could break through the barrier of belief to perform the truly staggering feats. She suspected that there were a few modern Jedi who could pull it off, such as Masters Fay and Yoda, but even knowing it was a mostly mental block had never helped her pull something of that scale off.
Which meant she was well and truly blindsided by Izuku and Zavra suddenly being so completely linked to her, despite still being on practically the opposite side of the kriffing galaxy from where she was on Kalee. It didn’t help that the pair had apparently been fucking like the ‘bunnies’ Mei had told them about, back when she first suggested the uniforms for the Lucky Rabbit! Even as she found herself abruptly swimming in multithreaded sensory confusion, she was also getting her first taste of what Zavra’s implants could do to her, feeling dozens of bursts of wildly varying pleasure as if they were her own!
On a distant side note, in a part of her brain that was somehow still something at least resembling coherent, she noted she really wanted a set of some of those implants now. They’d already seemed like loads of fun, even before she’d been able to experience second-hand what they were like!
The rest of her was a little busy being more horny than she’d ever been in her life. Even on the occasions she’d been locked in a chastity belt and teased for a few days! Holy fuck, whatever Izu had been doing to their personal Sith fucktoy must have been intense. Extremely glad she slept in nothing but panties and a shirt when she wore anything at all, she found to her own surprise that she somehow already had two fingers buried in her pussy, which was frantically rushing to catch up with how wet Zavra’s own was. Silently, she urged the pair on, somehow instinctively knowing she wouldn’t be able to cum until they did.
How did she know that? The answer drifted to her in bits of random insight, even as her fingers plunged and her other hand found a nipple to tug on harshly.
Oh, Izuku had a lock down on Zavra’s ability to cum, and they were all linked so deeply right now that none of them were going to cum until Zavra did. Silently, she urged Izu on, mentally cheering as he skipped a few steps he’d apparently intended on, shackling Zavra spread-eagle, but mounting her and burying his cock deep in a single thrust, instead of reaching for the toys to torment her. Not that Zavra seemed to mind, despite how much Aayla could feel she’d been excited by their Master’s teasing, the addition of Aayla and her own rapidly building arousal to the connection had done most of the work Izuku had been intent on in an instant. Their favorite Sith Slut was riding the edge of mindbreak, only staying on the coherent side due to Izuku and Aayla anchoring her there, and both of them were rapidly fraying in turn.
By the time Izuku came, releasing Zavra to do so at the same time, all three of them were far enough gone that they passed out moments after their respective climaxes. It would be interesting to discover, in the morning, that they could now reach across the galaxy to give at least impressions to each other, despite any distance between. It would be even more fascinating to discover that doing so while incredibly aroused made outright communication possible. Assuming they could ride the edge of aroused enough while still being coherent, at least.
Somehow Aayla didn’t think their immediate determination that the phenomenon demanded thorough investigation would have been approved for study by the Council of First Knowledge…
-Lemon Ends Here-
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A/N 1: I really wanted to show at least one 'date' type event with Zavra, since she hasn't gotten a lot of one-on-one attention with Izuku. I think the pod-racing worked well there, fitting firmly into her personality much better than more sterotypical dates would have. Hopefully you enjoyed it...and the follow on lemon :-p.
A/N 2: The Force Bond expanding to include at least the other Force Sensitives in the harem was something I intended from the start. Zavra is simply the first one who clicked completely enough with both of them for it to happen. If Mei was Force Sensitive, it would have already happened with her...but she isn't. Not yet, at least. They DO kinda know how to make people Force Aware now...