Dark Side of Coruscant

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Hector P.O.V.

Coruscant… Arguably, the center of the Galaxy. At least during this time period.

And every metropolis has a dark side, pun intended, and the brighter the skyscrapers shine, the darker the shadows are.

And I’m not even talking metaphorically, Coruscant Underworld(yes, it is called like that, together with Lower Coruscant, Lower Levels, and Undercity) is literally devoid of sunlight.

Seriously, the “Underworld” theme is so strong that I think there is an unwritten rule about the buildings generating the minimum of light possible to keep the place as dark as possible. 

With this level of technology, there is no reason to look like we are in the sewers.

“Well, light generates heat…” I shrug while stepping over a puddle of unknown liquid. 

The place is not that clautrosphobic even with the many buildings looking like they are swallowing us from all sides, maybe because there is still natural wind here and not a lot of people.

I just discovered… I’m not even in the lowest levels, even after a ridiculous amount of time free-falling and then jumping down many times.

Level 5127… That is the highest point of the planet, where the metropolitan city famous to everyone exists. You know what that means? It means that this planet built city above city till it stacked at level 5127.

How deep do you need to go till you are on the real surface?

Right now, I am just in a transition area on level 119. Most of the levels are uninhabitable, and the Underworld, which is a Hub of activity,  really starts at level 1300. There are a lot of levels filled with people, and then many more have no one.

It goes like that till it becomes impossible to use them for anything. I heard two people talking about how one of this friends’ ship was eaten by a monster. So there is more than humans… I mean, sentient aliens, around here.

Each level is its own world, and it gets strange sometimes.

Many places filled with people exist, so also exist ruins, jungles, caves, maybe even some “morlock-type” of people.

“This place is calling me to explore it…” I can’t help but say. I bet there are ruins of some Jedi temple or Sith Empire down there, ancient ships, precious holocrons, beasts that the Galaxy thinks extinct.

Ah man, and this is only one planet!

Is it even possible to explore an entire galaxy? Even if you are immortal and go around visiting planet by planet, it would take so long that before you completed your travel, the first places you visited would already changed completely.

And this is what keeps things fun!

Haha, who said immortality is a curse? There will always be new things to do and discover. 

I mean… If you are too attached to long-lasting relationships, immortality will get boring pretty fast.

For now, my interest is the World in general. The people are just a part of it. That is why even this depressing place looks appealing to my eyes. It is different! If all the places that I visit were sunshine and rainbows, why would I even travel?

I want to see beautiful paradises and shitty places like Tatooine, too. Sci-fi cities at the pinnacle of civilization and post-apocalyptic worlds. 

I hated my stay on Tatooine, but it is already becoming a fond memory.

I continue to walk till a small crowd appears walking to my destination.

Earlier, I used my invisibility and floated to get a good view of the area. From above was easy to spot a very big structure, an elevator that lacks fanciness and sophistication, but it looks very robust.

It can probably carry multiple vehicles, a big football-sized platform that is being used to transport people through the levels.

I can imagine that there are other routes, but this one seems the most popular, so I’m gonna use it.

As more people walk with me, I lower my hat to cover more of my face. I know that I don’t have anything to hide, but seeing a lot of hooded figures around me makes me want to adapt.

This is obviously people of the upper levels who are gonna do some illegal shit down here. Not a politician that is secretly a crime boss, no… Those guys would have their own ways to navigate down here.

But probably some rich kid coming down to enjoy some unsavory hobby. An officer of the law investigating something, or even people with enemies… With so many blind spots on this anthill of a city, people should be aware not to be caught lacking with a blade on their guts or with a fuming hole on their heads.

Everyone is also walking while keeping a good distance from each other, except for those who are in groups.

I finally arrive at the huge elevator. It is an open platform; security is not a priority here, even though I’m paying a small amount to use it.

No one is complaining about paying the fee, so this elevator must be maintained and owned by someone. I’m also seeing some people here and there sneaking in, and the droid clerk is not doing much to stop it.

Well, with the chance of this becoming some trouble later, better pay. There are cameras everywhere in the future, after all. If I get in unnecessary trouble because of some credits, it will mess with my mood.

I quietly walk to the edge of the platform, the guardrail is at my waist level, and I can simply jump into the abyss. For a moment, I am tempted to do that, but I paid for this ride.

I turn around and lean on the guardrail while facing the people. It is a 5-minute wait before the platform trembles and starts going down. It is pretty full, so the demand should be big.

There are droids, all famous types of aliens, some of which I have no idea the name and some that I never seen through a screen. Rough-looking individuals are the norm around here, but there are exceptions.

The platform goes down fast, and the terrain changes. The walls of metal turn into rocks, then moss, the rocks again, an open ruined city, then rocks, it is filled with fog, then another ruined city, then rocks again…

It cycles like that till it stops in a populated area. The scream high above in the elevator shows the number 142. Some people get out, some people enter. I also noticed other elevators nearby, going up and down. It is a whole complex system…

Damn, will I need to get out of this one to go deeper?

The question was answered on the next stop, on Level 150, where everyone leaves, and the droid clerk looks at me strangely.

“Are you here just to enjoy the ride, sir? We are going up again…” He says with a small hint of robotic sarcasm

“...what is the elevator that can take me very deep?”

“There is one a southeast that gets you directly to the complex 1310-1350.”

“That is the one that I want. Thank you.” I nod and leave as another batch of people enters to go up.

“It's the platform E-1, sir.” The droid informs with a wave.

Should I just go down on my own? I consider that while I become invisible to fly above this city. It is not much different from the ones I saw before, but I am seeing a lot of fish and other sea creatures being sold in the market. A lot of seemingly aquatic alien races, like nautolans, are also walking around.

Hmm, the waterfall from before… An underground river must exist nearby, and people make a living from it. And it is not only the street vendors, but even the more standard shops are selling things that apparently came from the water and things that you can use in the water.

“Oh, that is a big building… Do they process the fish to sell on the upper levels?”

I arrived at the said platform and decided enter it instead of flying down because it looks fun!

There are seats on this one, and restraints that came straight from an amusement park.

Okay, directly to the 1310? This can be interesting…

I pay my fee and sit before locking these restraints on my shoulders and lap.

“We are going down…” A robotic voice warns, and some people around me look nervous while others are calm, like they're used to this.

A curious thing I noticed is that more than half of this elevator is occupied by containers…

This is not something for human usage! Hahaha!

Clank Voosh

“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH” “HYAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

That is not me… Some aliens are shouting in terror, while others shake their heads and click their tongues at them.

But damn, this thing is fast! My butt has already left my seat, and the pressure on my shoulders and lap is considerable. That is why some people are clenching their legs on their seats.

Now the world around us blurs, really blurs. At this rate, we will reach terminal velocity. Even with my senses, it is hard to capture any details of the levels we are passing.

I briefly saw other underground cities, whose architecture just changed slightly to show the difference in time they were created. 

And when I say slightly, I mean slightly. It didn’t change much when thinking that this palace has existed for over 200.000 years. Well, in the Old Republic, there was much of the same, I remember.

Did civilization already peaked? Or do they not have time to put some personality in their architecture when it's just for people to live? 

It is just simple geometric shapes, mostly cubes, when in some cases the architects should have won the arguments with the engineers and made the buildings more round-shaped.

We arrive at Level 1310 faster than I expected, and I move out while other people stand up with shaky legs. This ride would be popular in my home world. How many miles did we come down? Probably less than expected…

If we consider the height of each level a little more than the tallest skyscraper, multiply by the number of levels and add a little more because of the ground and other considerations…

Okay, it is pretty deep… Or should I say, Coruscant is super high.

I haven’t noticed, but is the air thin up there? My body is too good to feel lighthearted because of that. Did the people evolve and adapt to be more oxygen efficient? It is no surprise that the human race got “better” with time. That would explain the hits and accidents they survive.

Too bad I still haven’t seen a Jedi fighting… Damn, Maul. Why didn’t you attack us in Tatooine? Are you slacking off, bastard? Sharpening your horns?

“Hm? This place looks a little familiar…” I comment while looking around.

Now this is a proper underground city instead of a settlement. It is a very common style of “cyberpunk lawless dark city”, maybe that is why it feels familiar.

Wait, no… I don’t have eidetic memory or anything, but those alleyways with tubes and… Aah, there are some episodes of Clone Wars that happened around here, no? It was in a place like this that Anakin pursued Ventress.

Hehe, now this is what I am talking about… let’s look around.

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I will say again, now this is a proper, proper underground city, a real hub of activity.

Street shops are selling strange food, proper shops with neon signs announcing what they specialize in, shop windows with very strange things…

 I will remember that one with the dancing half-naked blue Twi’lek. It is probably a library or something, I'm gonna check it later.

Jokes aside, I already knew, but it's not only the fandom that sexualizes Twi’leks, but what is the hype with them here? Like, we obviously dig the alien chicks with different skin color, but what about the people here that make them crazy over them?

Is it grippy? Are the tentacles in their heads that work as handles? Are they naturally wet? Or is it just culture? I will need to investigate it personally… for science.

I mean, every Twi’lek I saw is curvy. I haven’t seen one that is fat… or there is that one politician, but he is male. It probably started with slavery back then, and it became a trend.

“What is this made of, boss?” I ask pens treet vendor selling some sort of kebab. There is a lot of weird food, but this meat smells good, and it looks juicy.

“The best shaak you can find in the lower levels!” The fat alien lady that I can’t name the species shouts excitedly. She, at least, doesn’t look dirty.

Wait, aren’t shaak those giant flea-shaped mammals that we saw every time that it shows a farm?

“Give me three.” I say. There is a plaque saying 1 for 4, 3 for 10… Even here they do those things, huh?

“Already ready and waiting for ya!” She quickly grabs 3 and gives them to me while I deposit the credits in a plate specified for that. She doesn’t touch the money, another point for her.

“Enjoy~” She gives the vibe of that Mexican auntie where I used to buy some burritos close to school.

“Thank you.” I wave at her with the tree sticks between the fingers of my closed fist and walk away. “Well, this really looks good and juicy, and it looks properly seasoned.” I inspect carefully.

Meh, I have the Horse Talisman to heal me from any stomach issues. My body is also pretty tough already.

Nhac

Ohoho~ Nice… It looked like cow meat and tasted very similarly, but with a subtle difference. Maybe it's the seasoning, though. It has a good amount of fat, but is filled with flavor and is easy to chew, melting easily.

“Hmm, something to drink right now would be great.” I say with my mouth full of meat. Pause.  

I am not even talking about alcohol, but hot food and a cold drink always go well together.

Oh! Is this a weapons shop? Too bad I don’t have too much money now… Should I try stealing from a weapons shop? Is this a good idea?

Meh, I already have some blasters, and the weapons from the post-apocalyptic world are not that far behind the ones from here, too.

I am really more interested in the spaceships. That is why I am going out of my way to work with Padmé. 

I joked before, but I really need to deepen my knowledge in mechanics. I know a little, even study some sci-fi things in the post-apocalyptic world, but not on the level of this universe.

Watching little Anakin working has been humbling. He built his own podracer and a fucking droid!

Any adult must be capable of maintaining and taking care of their possession, at least the basics. A gamer should know how to clean his PC, a car owner must know how to check and change the oil… it is the same logic why people should know how to cook, it is because they need to eat.

It is one of my ways of life, I am gonna learn how to do everything at some point. This time, I’m gonna learn sci-fi level engineering and mechanics. I can not be a savant like Anakin and other characters out there, but I have infinite time.

“There must be a library in Coruscant… A place like this one that prides itself on progress must have free education.” I will be happy even with the basic stuff.

Yes, I can get a droid pilot, and I plan to get one to drive in the beginning to be safe. But I will not allow myself to fall into the trap of being dependent on A.I.! My generation was cooking itself with ChatGPT and the others, imagine me with droids doing anything! My brain would be fried quickly.

That is why I didn’t pull out the maid droids I got in the post-apocalyptic world till now, opting to do things on my own. That and because I don’t have a fixed residence.

The thing is, “luxury is the enemy of men”, the husband of my aunt said that to me once. Sweet poison that weakens us slowly.

I can agree with him wholeheartedly. If you get used to luxury, you can end up useless… You need to keep yourself grounded.

Rich parents fail a lot on that, and that is why we saw so many spoiled brats out of touch on social media.

Till the day I have my automated home and droids doing everything for me, I want to do things myself.

Isn’t this how it always starts in games? First, you need to collect things, craft yourself, etc personally. Then, when you progress, you unlock ways of automatically doing it faster and in greater quantities.

There is a reason game developers make it this way.

I don’t have game mechanics holding me back, so I need to balance things myself. Oh! An open market? The cyberpunk version of a bazaar, this reminds me of Agrabah. Heh, Agrabah was the reason I thought I could withstand Tatooine easily.

There is no comparison. Fuck the death of everyone he loves and the manipulation, Tatooine is the main reason Anakin became Darth Vader. The heat and the sand would make anyone on the verge of genocidal insanity.

Let’s look around and buy any trinket that looks cool.

Some cheap jewelry, food, pieces of technology that I don’t understand(the head of that droid is self-explanatory), and even some small animals.

What is that thing? It moves like a monkey, but it looks like a dinosaur evolving to a parrot… it is a mammal-simian bird reptile chimera. It will go sick with a space pirate fit.

Unfortunately, I promised not to get any pets till I gain the ability to take living beings with me in my travels. 

Hm, now that I think about it, I can get a droid with a nice personality in this universe. 

“Hm, do they sell an astromech from the R2-Series around here?” Not gonna lie, I almost couldn’t hold myself in getting R2-D2 when I saw him… Almost…

But remembering the number of times he saved the main cast in the future, I couldn’t do that. Anakin also got very defensive when I offered to buy C-3PO jokingly. Not that I want that annoying droid, he is just a little better than Jar Jar.

While I am looking around for a shop with any sign that is specialized in droids, someone bumps into me.

“...” I narrow my eyes as I feel my pocket get lighter. One look over my shoulder, and I immediately focus on the culprit. It is a small child-sized alien already speeding away.

“Typical…” I murmur. Cliches are called like that for a reason, huh?

I could have stopped him, but my mind was faster than my hand, and I got an idea.

Let’s consider this an investment… Huhu~

Taking advantage of the fact that no one is really paying attention, I slowly blend into the crowd and go invisible while following the bastard.

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It is almost trivial to follow someone; it doesn’t matter how careful he is. The Hercules Method is bullshit, upgrading the body to a ridiculous level of borderline impossibility. I am almost a Baki character. I can probably pull off 80% of the things there, by the way.

So being aware of a person's position even without seeing them, just by the rhythm of their steps and smell, is very doable.

An opportunity presents itself, and I float to the rooftop of a shop and start doing casual telekinetic parkour.

“That is a grown ass man…” I noticed after seeing the side profile. Ugly as fuck. I am starting to understand why Twi’leks are the sex symbol around here.

It didn’t take long for my patient to pay off. Pickpockets don’t go around carrying the goods all the time; they often return to their “base” to deposit what they stole before going back to the streets.

If they work in groups or alone, it makes no difference; they should go back to not lose the loot of the day in case things go south. When they are not dumb, I mean.

This ugly fella here is not dumb; he moves away from the crowded zone and walks through some alleys till he is alone, looks around, and then pushes a dumpster out of the way to reveal a hole in a wall.

Passing the hole and pulling the dumpster back in place with a rope, he is now in a closed space, completely cut off from the world. A blindspot intersection between three buildings, so no one can see him going up a ladder till the top of one of the buildings.

That is where he walks to a rooftop enclosure and knocks on the door in a pattern that is obviously a passcode.

When the door opens, I am already behind him, turning off my invisibility

“Nice system you have here…” I say while revealing myself, but my scarf and wide-brim hat obscured my features.

“!!!” The little thief and the gatekeeper jumped, startled. They quickly turn to me.

“With this much effort and organization, you don’t even need to be in the illegal business, you know?”

Bam Tak

I don’t wait for an answer before backhanding the thief and striking a pressure point on the gatekeeper.

The thief flies to the wall with a bloody face, and the gatekeeper falls unconscious.

I walk slowly to the thief while checking the rest of the building with my senses. With my hearing alone, I can see that this place is stacked. What in the outside, looks like an abandoned building is, in truth, a base to a band of thieves.

The thief's four little arms twitch, and I immediately put my boot on his chest, making him groan in pain.

“First… What race are you? I want to be a well-informed racist from now on…”

“Wha-Ng!” “

“Pattern recognition, bitch. Is your race all like you?” I ask while looking at his nose tendrils move. “Tsk, my social jokes are wasted on you. I am just curious about the name of your race. Say it already.” I step harder on his chest.

“I… I am a Cloddogran…” He finally says with some effort and confusion.

“Good, if you have a home planet, I will remember to avoid it.” He is like an anthropomorphic mole. A very ugly one.

Like most humans, if the alien babes are not fuckable, I will be a hater. All men can move freely on the scale between Rayquaza and Grandpa Max Tennyson on how much we like aliens, depending on how hot they are.

What can I say? We like violence and sex… If we can’t fuck something, we are gonna beat them up. It is how things are. 

“What is happening here??!” Another alien finally came to check what was happening. This one is not a Cloddogran…

“Oh my, you guys are pretty diverse… Now I am ashamed of my views.” I joke before pointing at the alien that is a little more humanoid, but it has purple fur covering its body and big, stereotypical red alien eyes. “You are unlucky that I am a male. I would not put behind human females to fuck you.”

Bam 

And I hit him with a telekinetic blast before he can say another word.

“Stealing from thieves can be forgiven, so pass me all your valuables…” I smile widely while walking to him. “I am gonna put them to good use.”

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Damn, this green shaking ass on my lap is awakening something in me.

The female Twi’lek clad in nothing more than a very thin black thong, armbands, and a strapless bra, looks back over her shoulder and smiles at me sultrily. Her teeth are sharp, and a lesser man would be put off by those chompers. Hector is not a lesser man.

“Are you enjoying yourself back there?” Dolesua asks with a teasing smirk. Yes, I asked and learned her name because I am a gentleman.

“The day I don’t, kill me.” I deadpan before smiling and putting a hand on her waist.

“Oh no! That would be such a loss to the galaxy, cutie~” She leans back, pressing herself completely against me and trailing my jawline with the tip of her fingers.

“Loss because of me or my money?” I ask with a joking tone

“Both.” She winks, and we both smile.

“I like a woman that is honest…” We don’t need to pretend that this is more than it is. She is being paid to entertain me, and I will enjoy myself.

“You are lucky for getting me then, cutie. Honesty is not a requisite for a stripper job.” She jokes “Here, drink more so that I can gain more in commission.” She brought a bottle to my mouth.

“Pfft, charming.” I can’t help but laugh and drink as she offers.

I am not worried about the money; I got a lot from that lair of thieves, and that is why I got myself a private booth and my own personal lap dancer.

From here, I can watch the strippers' shows like the rest of the public but maintain my privacy.

Dolesua here was on the stage a moment ago, and I was captivated by her smile… Pfft, okay… For real. She swallowed a sword while upside down on the pole. Like… her legs are locked on the thing, and then she allowed herself to slip down on the vertical sword till her lips touched the hilt.

I need to see that skill from closer… for science…

Because Dolusea is giving me the drink, my hands are free to roam her body. There is no “Don’t Touch” rule around here, I asked, because consent is important.

I just said to stop me if I go too far, and till now she seems good with everything. Even when one of my hands spills beneath her bra and grabs one of her breasts directly.

Very humanlike nipples… Is her pussy the same? I should check… for science.

“Hmmm~” She moans while my hand travels, caressing her navel and slipping into her panties. “You are good with your hands.” She praises me, and my senses show me that she is really enjoying herself and not lying.

“Heh, if I am the one who is making you feel good, shouldn’t I be the one being paid?” I whisper in her ear, giving a little kiss on her lekku.

“That is… hm… not how things work. Ahn~” She moves her waist to dry hump my crotch and seek more pleasure from my fingers.

“Don’t worry, you pretty little head with it… I was not talking about money~” I continue to whisper alluringly to her.

She gives me a look and seductively starts slipping from my lap. It doesn’t take long for her to be kneeling between my legs, looking up with her big eyes while working on my pants and finally freeing my cock.

“Oh my~” She can be fake, but I think she is impressed. Gripping the base, she moves it left and right, her eyes accompanying the movement like a cat focused on the prey.

“How does it compare with twi’lek men?” I ask

“Pfft, Twi’lek men are pathetic.” She scoffs

“!!” Damn! Ruthless!! That is not the kind of lore drop I was expecting…

“I much prefer a big human cock like yours~” She finishes her phrase with a kiss on the tip

“No need to lie, the only lip service I am interested in is when you can’t speak.” 

“Not lying, cutie. Twi’lek men don’t have much in the length department, and the less I say about the girth, the better for them.” She smirks, “Humans are two steps better, some in the same level as Twi’lek men…but one like yours… A big one like this. Hmmm~” She slaps her face with my dick. “This head scratches my innards, and I love it!” She says before swirling her long and thin tongue around the head.

“Well, what are you expecting? If you have an itch, scratch it…” I put my hand on her head, and she immediately goes to work.

Pointing my dick at her mouth, she does her trick again and makes the whole thing disappear in her throat with one swift motion.

Damn, she is good. Even with her sharp teeth, it was just one smooth, wet, warm, and comfortable ride inside her throat. She doesn’t stop till her lips are touching my crotch and sealed tightly around the base. The contrast between her green skin and my white, but slightly tanned skin, is very sexy.

“Wow, Dolusea…” I can’t help but show my appreciation. “I think you are awakening something in me. My appreciation for the green skin is growing.”

She releases my dick from her mouth with a pop before smiling seductively with her wet mouth. “When I am done with you, you will only get hard with us greenies~.”

“I will need to savor the whole rainbow before making a decision, but you are absolutely making a strong case, my dear.” I caress one of her lekku, and she smirks before she gobbles my cock again.

I will not escalate till I fuck her, at least not today, but what man would refuse head from a hot chick? Even if I discovered that I am not a super horny bastard, I went too long as a celibate, and I want some release too.

Slurp Slurp Slurp Slurp

“Yes, babe… Green skin will hold a place in my heart forever. It will become a fetish from now on.” I pat her head.

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After I am done with my business, I decide to go back to Level 5127 of Coruscant. No need to refuse Padmé's hospitality and sleep in some second-rate motel instead of a safer place.

I fly back in her direction. I gave her a device to call me, and it has a locator too. When I arrived at her place, I found her on the balcony of her room.

“Already disappointed with the Senate, Your Highness?” I land on the rail while staring at her worried features.

She jumps in fright, her hand twitching to her body, probably to press some hidden button to call her guards, but she stopped herself when she saw that is me.

“What is with you and sneaking on people?”

“If you could sneak on people, you would do. It is fun.” I give her a big smile, but she returns with a deadpan face.

“You haven’t answered… Did you already discover that the Republic and Senate will not help, and you will finally make me work for my reward?” I jump down on the ground and lean on the rail.

“...” She gives me a side glance. “Politics moves slowly and carefully…” She gives excuses that she herself doesn’t believe.

“Are you repeating this from who? The chancellor? Meanwhile, your people suffer…” 

“...” 

I turn to look at the horizon, at this huge planet…

“Funny, huh? Such big planets, and you guys are not self-sufficient. A blockade can really make you guys go hungry, even with so much land cultivable on your own planet.” I chuckle

“Naboo’s agriculture can't sustain the whole population-”

“I know, I know… but that is more of your fault than Naboo, right?”

My words make her show a frown.

“Too used to getting supplies from farmer worlds while keeping your beautiful planet untouchable by the machineries, insecticides, and manure. I bet the view from your palace is very pretty. Not one ugly animal on the grass fields.”

“...” Did I strike a nerve

“Whatever, your structural problem can’t be solved now, so you should focus on the more pressing issue. It is not your fault that it become normal for vastly populated planets not be self-sufficient.” I shrug 

I started walking away. “Just to let you know, if you are able to unleash me on the ships blockading Naboo, I think I can bring them down from the inside out. I will be even more effective against an army on the ground, though.”

“...suggesting violence again?’

“It is what I am best at.” I turn to look at her over my shoulder “Just giving you the other option when bureaucracy fails you, Your Highness.”

“...”

“By the way, what is my room again?” I stopped when I noticed that I would be walking blindly after leaving her room.

Damn, it would be awkward if I needed to return to ask. Thankfully, I remembered in time.

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A.N.:

The main plot is being divided between a political discussion about the fate of an entire planet and the acceptance of an outcast child of the prophecy in the Jedi Order.

Hector: "Hmm~ Alien Kebab and green titties."

Jokes aside, I really wanted to show how nonchalant he is about everything that doesn't concern him. Just doing what most would do, check the things we haven't seen on the screen. The "unreleased content". Writing some chapters about "Original" exploration.

Star Wars is a very good universe to do that because it is so vast.

He is only in the game for the ship and his lightsaber...

He is not leaving this universe without a lightsaber.

Anyway, I hope you guys can enjoy the slow pace of this story.

Till next time.