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Let Chaos Reign Chapter 12: Allies, Lies, and Open Skies
Successfully took over a Republic Venator and took all of its supplies for yourself. One silver ticket. Roll now? Y/N
Reveal the danger of Order 66 to the Jedi Council! One gold ticket. Roll now? Y/N
I sat back sipping away at an exotic fruity alcoholic drink as a few of the entertainer women around the throne room of my palace occasionally looked at me, some of them even moving a little closer and brushing against me.
While nice and with a flesh and blood body, the desire for them was strong, something was even stronger. Knowing I had gotten more powers at my disposal with it telling me that Pitou and Nemesis were successful in taking out the clones and Jedi on the ship. My mood dimmed at the thought of all those people killed. I had contemplated letting them go to the areas they had to go to, but I had already invested in cutting off those supply lines.
I couldn’t afford to be weak hearted now, not when Sidious could use it and bend me over a barrel as he wins and everyone else loses. By this point, I was one of the few people aware of him and could do something to ruin his plans. Pitou doing what she did seemed to do the trick with her power to manipulate and control corpses.
When a particular yellow-skinned Twi’lek offered me another drink, I mentally gave the go-ahead to see what I got. She refilled it and gave me a good view of her assets as she sashayed past me with a knowing smile on her face as she brushed a hand up one of my arms still covered by a robe.
[Mist]
|Uncommon Ability|
Allows you to create and control mist, using it to obscure, hinder and even smother flames. With training, you could create ice mist to freeze or condense mist to create physical obstacles and attacks.
[Incubus/Succubus]
|Elite Trait|
Race Change - You are a dream demon, one that sucks on the vitality of your victim as a Succubus/Incubus. You are more attractive and alluring to your preferred partners. You also possess slightly superhuman stats and increased magical power. You are also able to sense arousal, peek into dreams, and subtly influence them, as well as shapeshift according to your partner's preferences. The potency of all Lewd abilities and spells are increased.
While not overwhelmingly powerful, the mist power could prove useful, especially when combined with my skills in stealth. Enough so it might become a mainstay of my Abilities. Just the ability to blind my enemies and still sense them and attack from afar was an invaluable power to have.
The second, however, made itself known the instant I acquired it. My body had shifted, my skin felt loose and tight simultaneously, it and my muscles and organs felt like a pit of squirming eels and worms. My muscles tightened, growing stronger and thicker yet becoming smaller in size. The ever present feeling of that energy inside of me that let me use all of my miraculous powers grew, along with my speed, reflexes, everything just became more.
I could even feel the lust and desire around me, far greater than with just Haki alone. The urges, desire, all of it. From the women serving what they thought was Jabba and not his corpse being piloted by Pitou’s new Nen ability, and the men who now served me even if those urges are kept in check by my control over them.
It even felt like a darker weight but not bad oddly enough settled within me. Like that feeling you get when you do something considered really wrong for you to do when you were a kid.
Jabba on his dais gave the order for most of the servants and others to leave and those under my control followed his orders having adjusted that they follow a chain of command. I can’t control everything and I needed them to be capable of adapting along with the fact that delegating is something I am quite familiar with from various retail jobs and higher ups in those companies.
They did so with the various women eyeing me and batting their eye lashes with Kama Sutra and my newfound nature as an Incubus told me all I needed to know. Pitou and Nemesis came into the room with Nemesis forced to hunch over otherwise he would damage the monastery.
“You both performed wonderfully!” I said, scooping Pitou up into a hug and gingerly patting Nemesis' arm still covered in what was left of his limiter jacket. Didn’t want to get any of his goop on me after all.
Pitou’s smile grew wider. “With your training I thought it best to get you a training dummy.” Her tail swished side to side, followed by a figure stepping out of the shadows, and my eyes hidden by the cloak would have widened if the surprise hadn’t already been spoiled by my Observation Haki and my enhanced senses when it came to more exotic energies.
It was the Jedi Pitou had killed who walked in looking alive and fine as he stared ahead. Pitou didn’t need to bother hiding that he was a piloted corpse from those in the room. The only ones we had to worry about were the servants and the monks. I doubt the latter cared enough about this since those that would have sold us out had been taken care of by their order for turning away from their path.
I… was conflicted. I knew he was dead and felt remorse at having him killed. But at the same time, he had to die because I couldn’t afford the Jedi and Palpatine knowing about what they think are Jabba’s assets to use against them. That and those campaigns in the Outer Rim had to fail. He also served the purpose of tipping the Jedi off that the clones will turn on them, hopefully making them all much more wary of trusting their troops under their command.
It also served another purpose. Pitou had examined the clones' bodies besides the ones she had used to create the illusion of betrayal of the Republic towards Jabba. There was no biochip embedded in any of them. Even with thorough examinations… when they were still alive while brain dead, it wasn’t there. That last one I had been deeply disturbed and gave Pitou the order that she wasn’t to do that again unless we were in absolute dire circumstances. Even if she didn’t do the deed and merely healed the clone who had been dead for a brief moment.
Even if they were brain dead, that's just too messed up. It’s a case of me becoming just as bad if not worse than Palpatine in order to defeat him. My life would not be worth living when I have to become even worse than the evil I sought to destroy. After all of this my hands were not clean and I was now covered in blood.
Ignoring the disturbing moral implications and focusing on the important piece of information. The clones didn’t need a biochip like what was revealed in the show The Clone Wars. The one that retconned the clone troopers having a biological chip of some kind that forced them to obey instead of the original idea that most of them went through with Order 66 willingly like most real world soldiers of various nationalities committing heinous acts under the orders from up high regardless of how evil or stupid the orders were.
When the others on the bridge heard what they thought was their brothers about to commit a legal order despite the confusion and the ongoing situation, the bridge crew turned on the Jedi all the same. That made things more difficult for me but at the same time a little easier.
At least when it came to killing them. Knowing they were willing to betray their commanders even if some of them on a technicality deserved it in their eyes made it a little easier for me to cut them down myself or a lot easier to order it from a distance as I don’t have to watch it happen. I get some of their dislike for the Jedi. Like their commanders needlessly charging an entrenched enemy position getting them killed when they could have stayed back and forced them out whittling them down from a distance.
If people I cared about and fought alongside for years just got killed because our glowstick wielding monk commander decided they didn’t like us fighting at a nice safe distance I’d probably be pretty angry too. Angry enough to want to shoot them in the back. But I am not someone blinded by my emotions so easily or my wants and needs. Like the menagerie of exotic alien women that probably wouldn’t be against throwing themselves at me and having some fun under the covers. Which with my newly gained nature wouldn’t be out of the question.
But with the growth in my abilities, I still needed to train to be better prepared for the threats that would come for me. But with the time I had to train and enjoy the finer things in life, like good food, booze, and the feeling of breathing again, I had plenty to think about on my loadout.
What Abilities to equip for the coming conflicts and the ones that would become my main ones. The top of the list that made it mandatory was Observation Haki. It combined with my enhanced senses made it so I could be aware of most things around me. That was just the beginning. My training with Pitou when told about its ability to grow and what it could do when its user is pressured led to some… interesting training.
The kind of training I thought I might die from. I probably would have had I not dodged when I did. My Haki had grown vastly when I had other Abilities unequipped, unfortunately it still had not gotten to the point I could see into the future. But I believe I was close to reaching that point.
The other powers were up in the air for what would be slotted in. A top contender besides Observation Haki was Shadow Ball. The things were absolutely devastating and I could use them in reduced forms when I needed antipersonnel and didn’t want to destroy the surroundings too much.
But Shadow Ball could be swapped out for other options as well, like Detonate. Though in its case it required me to be in contact with the object or thing. It made me think of that guy Kurama fought against in the final battles of the Dark Tournament from Yu Yu Hakusho. But that wouldn’t be difficult either to use my enhanced muscles to come in and speed blitz them, glide, or use stealth with the newly gained mist that I could pull off a good Zabuza impression with.
I had options and time to figure things out. It was going to run out soon, but I had versatility, which was much more important in my eyes.
The figure stepped forward drawing me from my thoughts. The dead bodies blade snapped to life aimed for my left arm only to have my lightsaber meet it in a clash before a series of blows were exchanged, strong powerful strikes with acrobatic techniques sprinkled amidst them while I remained on the defensive taking any openings I could easily scoring several hits on the body managing to damage it enough were he alive the first strike through a kidney would have been enough to kill him.
The figure after the third strike stepped back before walking away, the lightsaber extinguished and hidden on its person. Pitou had a big smile as her eyes were wide after witnessing my skill with a blade.
She rubbed her thighs together before speaking. “I see what you mean about being incredibly skilled with a blade. We have to incorporate that into your training.” She nodded sagely.
“You’re just doing that because you want a challenge, aren’t you?” I saw right through her as she paused before scratching the side of her head with a finger and laughing awkwardly. I let out a sigh before nodding towards her. “I appreciate the gesture… but please don’t do something like that again Pitou. There are droids I could have used for something like that.”
Her smile dimmed a little as she nodded towards me bowing. Jabba bellowed something out in his native language that like many things Pitou had learned about and how to speak it. “You were right, Tobi. It would seem the leader of the Separatists wishes to contact Jabba.”
I rubbed my hands together feeling the leather gloves and the rest of the dark clothes under the cloak, finding myself glad that Dooku for all of his sophistication and grandeur was still a somewhat predictable man.
“It’s showtime Pitou! Come come! We must set the scene.” Set the scene we did. Nemesis was forced further back into the shadows, Pitou played along taking amusement out of my antics as she crouched high up in the shadows above us.
Jabba for his part was still resting on his dais, thick tail coiled beneath him, his breathing was heavy yet sounded slow and wet, his heavy lidded eyes half closed in lazy authority knowing no one was foolish enough to attack him inside of his seat of power after the Republic had made their attempt on his life in the rest of the galaxy’s eyes. At least that’s what he would normally do.
Beside him stood a thin protocol droid, photoreceptors flickering patiently. Pitou’s tail swayed lazily behind her, Nemesis remained as still as a statue yet I could hear his breathing like cinder blocks grinding against one another in a whisper.
The droid broke the calmness that pervaded the chamber. “Connection established,” The droid announced. With it the holoprojector flared to life.
I struggled to not squeal seeing Count Dooku’s form appear in blue shimmering light before us all. He looked tall, his clothes those of an aristocrat, cape draped elegantly over one shoulder yet I couldn’t help but feel how it could be… more. Dooku’s expression looked calm and calculating. “Lord Jabba.”
The Hutt’s heavy eyes focused on the projection. “You have some nerve contacting me, Count,” Jabba rumbled through the translator droid.
“I imagine the Republic’s recent… aggression has left you displeased.” Dooku’s gaze remained steady. “I believe we both now share a common enemy.”
Up above, Pitou’s ears twitched in amusement while I continued to hide my growing fanboy wanting to be freed. He looked just like Christopher Lee… does that mean I met the actor through one of his iconic villains he portrayed?
Jabba leaned forward slightly, his fat folds shifted from his posture adjusting itself. “Continue.”
Dooku clasped his hands behind his back. “The Republic grows desperate. Their supply lines in the Outer Rim are collapsing now that your hyperspace lanes are closed. Already they attempt to bypass your authority.”
Jabba’s eyes narrowed. “Oh?”
“A Republic Venator attempted to slip past your surveillance hours ago. It carried weapons, supplies, and clone reinforcements intended for several failing campaigns.” Dooku paused not because I think he needed to collect his thoughts or did not know what to say next, but for a dramatic reveal. “They hoped you would not notice.”
For a moment, the throne room was silent. Then it was broken by Jabba’s booming laughter, a deep, ugly rumble. “You are late, Count.” In response Dooku's brow creased slightly and Jabba explained to him. “The ship has already been dealt with.”
A flicker of surprise and genuine curiosity crossed the Sith Lord’s face. “Indeed?”
Jabba gestured lazily. “My Quiet Hand dealt with it.”
“Your… what?” I now wanted to burst out laughing at Dooku, the guy who is known for his witty yet insulting remarks like a sophisticated gentleman, and for once he was at a loss for words.
To be fair, Jabba is the last guy I would expect to have the resources to be capable of attacking a Venator stocked up with enough weapons, equipment, and clones to supply multiple planets that are currently embroiled in constant conflict on short notice.
At the mention of the name of the group, Pitou dropped from above crouched before rising up smiling at the Count as he was snapped out of his surprise. The throne room lights caught her white hair and wide curious eyes. Pitou moved with loose grace, like a lion trotting across the African landscape, tail swaying lightly behind her.
Dooku stared at her for a moment. “That,” He said slowly, “Is your operative?”
Pitou merely smiled, showing him just a hint of sharp teeth. Beside the dais, a massive shape shifted in the shadows drawing Dooku’s attention. Heavy boots thudded against stone as Nemesis’ towering figure emerged. His breathing now no longer as silent had become a deep mechanical rumble.
Even through the hologram Dooku seemed capable of sensing the sheer physical menace radiating from Nemesis. His eyebrows lifted slightly.
“Fascinating.”
Jabba’s translator droid continued calmly despite having the shadow of Nemesis looming over it. “They boarded the ship, eliminated the entire crew and took the ship with all of its supplies for me.”
Pitou’s tail flicked happily, acting up her enjoyment of the praise… was it really an act when I had praised her and Nemesis for their efforts?
“Clones fight well,” She said cheerfully. “But they’re very easy to take apart… now that Jedi on the other hand, while disappointing,” I saw the look of intrigue on Dooku’s face when revealed she had battled the commander and won, “Put up a slightly better fight.”
He studied her for a long moment. He was probably thinking how at odds her appearance and her personality were with the image of someone taking on even an average Jedi and winning. She was petite, small, and acted like someone who just wanted to play around.
Yet I hadn’t doubted for a second Dooku wasn’t using the Force as it washed over her presence, potentially getting the same disturbance the Jedi had spoken of when Pitou told me all that had happened. I idly wondered what it was like for Dooku to be feeling and touching something through the Force that shouldn’t exist and it being similar yet so alien to everything he knew up until this point. If he was even capable of doing it when he wasn’t even in the same solar system as us. I wouldn’t be surprised if could, the Force is bullshit as universally agreed upon by Star Wars fans everywhere.
“… Impressive,” He finally admitted, looking intrigued by both Pitou and Nemesis. I remained in the shadows not wanting to reveal myself just yet. Now wasn’t the time, I’d let his interest grow as he would likely investigate where Pitou and Nemesis came from.
He would if he already hadn’t realized Nemesis was the same creature that helped repel the Republic in a battle both Obi-Wan and Anakin were a part of. People he likely kept tabs on making sure where both were in the galaxy.
Both my newfound skills in stealth and using Zetsu to hide my presence proved useful and I wanted to be extra safe. Dooku would ask questions I wanted him to investigate, and with certain little hints left here and there he would be a potential candidate on my side of things.
Dooku never noticed me otherwise he would have said something. He could be hiding if he sensed me but I can’t see him doing that. Not when his attention remained on Pitou and Nemesis beside her. Like trying to find the beam of a flashlight when you have a star shining above you that was far brighter and eye-catching that easily drowned out the weaker light.
“A unique pair of agents,” The Sith Lord said thoughtfully.
Jabba merely chuckled. “They are… effective.” Then Jabba’s jovial nature shifted, becoming more tense and intimidating. “But know this Count, I have not forgotten what you did with my son, but after the Republic pulled their stunt… and what my master has told me,” At the mere mention of Jabba having a master gave Dooku pause as he had looked at Jabba as if staring at him would give him answers. “I will ally with you. But if you try any further treachery like you did with my son, you will learn that what the Republic is getting is merciful compared to what will happen to you from both me and my master.”
Dooku stood stock still, probably not liking someone like Jabba threatening him as it must have rankled his pride something fierce. But he needed allies and he may have seen it as a chance to potentially gain assets to finally give him a chance to usurp his own master, Sidious.
It was also just as likely he was doing this under orders from Sidious to see if he could find out what was happening with Jabba and the how and why this was all going horribly wrong for him. I was already imagining him throwing a Sith Lords equivalent to a tantrum in his office when the Jedi were shown footage of the clones amidst a raging battle on their ship attempting to kill their commander.
Everything was working out so far. I wasn’t arrogant or foolish enough to think I could beat Sidious at his own game. So I threw the table and board to the side and started a new game. The instant he figured out any of the rules they would change on a whim. Complete chaos. The thing that any and all schemers could never hope to predict nor take advantage of to gain anything truly meaningful that they desired.
That’s what was going to help me in bringing Palpatine to his knees so I can kick his rotted teeth in.
Dooku swallowed down whatever issues he had with being threatened and slowly nodded, if you could call it that. More like a slow and barely a bob of his head. “Very well, you have nothing to worry about. I am not so shortsighted to lose an ally such as yourself. Though… I must admit I am intrigued by someone you would refer to as your master.”
He rubbed his beard looking curious and interested in who Jabba was referring to. “He is the same one who gave me Nemesis.” A pudgy hand waved in the modified Tyrants direction. “You have likely seen the footage of his test when he first appeared.”
Dooku's expression looked interested, his curiosity turning into a desire for more. “I have. May I inquire about your master’s identity Jabba?”
Jabba laughed with his ugly rumbling bouncing off the walls in the chamber. “If he wanted to reveal himself then he would have already done so… if you were interesting to him. For now, he is content to have me and his resources lend you aid.”
Dooku hid it well, but he took insult from what was said. He was being passed over like he was trash and not the black diamond that he was. Jabba’s next words kept him interested.
“From what he had told me it’s not that he finds you personally lacking… more that he does not care for the current Sith and what they have become using his plans.”
Dooku frowned, looking confused, not understanding despite having an inkling on what was being spoken of. The bait was set. Now to just slowly start revealing little tidbits and he and the rest of them will eat it all up.
The meeting came to an end with Dooku and Jabba hashing out various agreements with Dooku and his forces being given access to some of my hyperspace lanes. Dooku made it clear he wanted Pitou and Nemesis to help on several planets.
Something that would be decided by Jabba and myself later on. Then the meeting ended and I let out a sigh of relief letting my control of Zetsu end and back to using Ten to keep my body reinforced.
But it was all worth it when a ticket showed itself for my efforts.
Create an alliance between your new Empire and the CIS! One gold ticket. Use now? Y/N
Attempt to deceive Dooku into believing there is another person pulling the strings in the Clone Wars. One silver ticket. Use now? Y/N
Managed to hide from Dooku. One bronze ticket. Use now? Y/No
[Tool Manipulation]
|Rare Ability|
Allows you to assign an object weighing less than your lifting strength as a target, you can telekinetically control the target with extreme precision as if it were a limb.
[My Master]
|Rare Trait|
You are an excellent master, any servant under you or serving you is more favorable toward you and it is easier to earn their affection. This also applies to submissive people.
[Death Claws]
|Common Familiar|
Fallout - A bioengineered creature made to be the optimal melee combatant with sharp and durable horns, claws and fangs. A single death claw can tear apart even a tank and get stronger by absorbing radiation. You get an Alpha Male Deathclaw and a Deathclaw Female that can breed with each other.
I had to fight to not let my jaw drop at the gains. Tool manipulation would only make it even easier to fool everyone into thinking I am who I was going to masquerade around as.
The second one would hopefully be enough to get the assistance of the former apprentice of Sidious. If not… well the galaxy doesn’t need another wannabe Sith Lord running around making things worse.
The Death Claws would prove valuable if I can get them to breed fast and quickly. Just like the US government from Fallout, I can use them as shock troopers. The tip of the spear for any ground based assault as they rip and tear their way through my enemies.
Pitou padded up to me drawing me out of my gains. “Do you think he fell for it?” Pitou looked up tilting her head back and forth as I noticed her chest was back to its normal size… What the hell is going on with her body?
“I think he did, Tobi. He could hide his interest well, but my eyes saw it all. You have his interest, and with the lie placed before him he will want to verify if it’s true.”
“That will take time, I need to let it fester in his mind since he would probably dismiss it initially. A bold statement like me having a hand in their Rule of Two would have any rational person not believe a word of it.”
Pitou shrugged before we discussed the next part of our plans. She had acquired the information on where several ships carrying waste from the palace on Naboo the day they reclaimed the planet from the Trade Federation went.
“Good. I will be going there myself.” Pitou got in front of me with a look determination on her face.
“Take me with you.” She said, not asking but demanding me.
“Pitou, I need you to go to the front lines with Nemesis. The Quiet Hand is not complete without the other members, and one of them after my visit to Lotho Minor will require your aid but for now I need you to do some damage. This one I can do on my own with some droids helping scout the place out helping me find our fourth member.”
She didn’t move. She remained rooted to the spot staring at me emotionlessly, which was at odds with her normal demeanor. “I… I can’t do that.”
I blinked at that response. “Why?”
She kneeled down before me, kowtowing as emotion leaked into her voice. No longer the normal playful tone she had when talking with me or sparring, but a deep sadness. Her tail was laying limply on the floor, ears drooping, and her face hidden from me.
“… I failed.”
I paused at what was said making sure I heard her correctly. “You… failed? Pitou you haven’t failed me at all.” I was confused. Where was this coming from? My power summoned her for me but she had an existing history I had assumed since she had knowledge of Nen and could grant me and Nemesis it.
I was a little familiar with Hunter X Hunter and the only thing I could think of her failing was… oh. “You mean when you died after the previous King needed you?”
Her head snapped up, a frown greeted me as tears formed in the corners of her eyes. “You… you know about it?”
I hesitated for a moment before deciding to give her the truth. “A little. I need you to listen to me. It wasn’t your fault. Ah ah ah!” I waved my hand and shushed her with a finger tapping her forehead when she opened her mouth to interrupt me. “Pitou, there was nothing you could have done in that situation.”
“B-but there was!”
“Like what? That girl you were healing would have died if you continued healing her and she would have died if you didn’t. No matter what it was a lose lose situation. It happens. Not to that extreme for most people but the point remains. If you believe you could have somehow solved that situation how would you have done it?”
She opened her mouth but paused properly thinking things through. This is the only time I have ever seen her act without thinking. At least she is contemplating it and hopefully with me doing this she can sort through her emotions. It’s at a bad time but there could have been even worse times for us to do this.
“… I could have made a vow similar to the boy.” She finally said nodding to herself as if that was the answer to all her problems that would have fixed everything.
I stared at her, completely baffled by her belief in that. “Pitou, if you made a vow like that how would you heal the girl and your King after he would return injured and probably about to die after his fight with Netero? Or any major vow that would have absolutely screwed you after you managed to win if you managed to pull it off?”
I knew about some of the characters from Hunter X Hunter and I knew some of what went down like the old man for some reason having a nuke planted in his heart of all things when he detonated it on the weird turtle bug thing that was trying to be an imitation of Cell. No offense to Pitou, but her previous King looked weird as hell. Then again that about summed up some of the side characters in that series.
She paused before turning her head to the side, a pained look on her face. “I can’t lose you. Not after what happened last time.”
My hand touched her cheek and despite my strength not being enough to make her look at me if she didn’t want to she almost leaned into the touch. She looked up at me with soft eyes. “Pitou… if it bothers you that much I won’t force you.”
She blinked, shocked at what I had said. “But your plans…” Then she went back to blaming herself realizing she was having an impact on whether they would work out or not, potentially ruining them.
“While it is annoying it won’t ruin them. In fact, taking you along with me could help me if I bite off more than I could chew.”
“Really?” She perked up, ears standing up and her tail snapping to attention.
“Yeah. I told you before, I won’t make you do something you don’t want to do. What kind of leader would I be if I did that to my most loyal guard, teacher, and friend.”
Her smile grew and grew before Haki gave me a warning and I braced for a hug that could have been confused for a cannon shooting into my chest and a bone crushing hug that had it not been for me having Muscular equipped and Ten going into overdrive she would have squeezed me to death.
Her arms wrapped around me and even her legs as I awkwardly patted her back. “Could you… ease up on the squeezing?” I rasped out as she looked up where her face was shoved into my chest realizing what she had been doing and immediately let go of me. I let out a relieved sigh before patting her head before she could apologize.
“No more of that mopey stuff about the past Pitou. It stays in the past, alright? If you feel so bad about it, then learn from your mistakes and be better for the future. This isn’t like last time nor will it be. Right?” I leaned down now to look into her eyes as they crinkled in joy and her smile grew softer.
“Right!”
Her tail swished back and forth like a pendulum. “I do have a question.” She tilted her head hands behind her back as she rocked on her heels. Sign enough to ask so I took my shot. “Have you been modifying yourself? Like your chest?”
I had to know. Because those puppies have been growing and shrinking like damn sponges and my curiosity needs answers.
Pitou froze on her heels before she took her index fingers and started to poke them together bashfully. “Maybe?”
I gave her an unimpressed look. “Why?”
“Well… I noticed you looking at my chest when you first summoned me, glancing at me and the other girls' bodies when you thought I wouldn’t notice. Some exploring on the HoloNet showed some people liked them bigger…”
My hands cupped her cheeks as she looked up at me confused. “Pitou, you are fine just the way you are. No need to modify yourself unless you want to, and no matter the size of your assets, you will always be Best Girl to me!”
“Nyaaa~” She melted into my arms, hugging me as she blushed.
Help Pitou work through her personal issues and inner demons and find a way for her to heal! One Platinum ticket! Use now? Y/N
Prove to Pitou she doesn’t need to make herself more attractive to be the Best Girl! One gold ticket. Use now? Y/N
A platinum ticket and a gold ticket for what amounted to a couple of minutes talking to Pitou… how bad were her personal issues that they warranted that kind of reward? How the hell did I manage to help her with it just from a simple conversation?!
… fuck it I am not complaining. Roll of the dice baby let’s go!
[Silkheart]
|Epic Trait|
Silksong - Allows you to naturally turn your energy reserves into Silk, you can manipulate this silk as if it were a part of your body and dissolve it at will. You can control this silk to perform a wide variety of Silk Arts, such as shooting needles of silk, whipping it around, using it to bind your own wounds, etc.
[Sharpen]
|Rare Ability|
Allows you to sharpen objects you are touching, you can sharpen a blade until its blade is monomolecular or you can swing air and sharpen it to create razor sharp winds.
After Pitou’s hug of death we got busy setting everything up while on Tatooine the new policies enacted by Jabba would go into effect. A whole lot was happening and what little free time that was left to train I was about to wave goodbye to.
Nemesis was given his orders and the weapons my contacts through Jabba had created for him were sent to the monastery as construction of my palace had begun on Tatooine. We hadn’t fully left yet, but the monks were content with knowing I was going to keep my end of the deal. They had given me no reason to go back on it, and so I see no reason to renege on my part of it. It wasn’t long after that the ship for me and Pitou was ready as we got on it and headed towards the fourth member of my group.
Hopefully he is willing to hear me out. If he doesn’t, like the rest of the galaxy he’ll fight back. For whatever him, Sidious, anyone and the galaxy included tries to throw at us, I say bring it on.
Chaos gacha:
[Mist]
|Uncommon Ability|
Allows you to create and control mist, using it to obscure, hinder and even smother flames. With training, you could create ice mist to freeze or condense mist to create physical obstacles and attacks.
[Tool Manipulation]
|Rare Ability|
Allows you to assign an object weighing less than your lifting strength as a target, you can telekinetically control the target with extreme precision as if it were a limb.
[My Master]
|Rare Trait|
You are an excellent master, any servant under you or serving you is more favorable toward you and it is easier to earn their affection. This also applies to submissive people.
[Death Claws]
|Common Familiar|
Fallout - A bioengineered creature made to be the optimal melee combatant with sharp and durable horns, claws and fangs. A single death claw can tear apart even a tank and get stronger by absorbing radiation. You get an Alpha Male Deathclaw and a Deathclaw Female that can breed with each other.
[Silkheart]
|Epic Trait|
Silksong - Allows you to naturally turn your energy reserves into Silk, you can manipulate this silk as if it were a part of your body and dissolve it at will. You can control this silk to perform a wide variety of Silk Arts, such as shooting needles of silk, whipping it around, using it to bind your own wounds, etc.
[Sharpen]
|Rare Ability|
Allows you to sharpen objects you are touching, you can sharpen a blade until its blade is monomolecular or you can swing air and sharpen it to create razor sharp winds.
