46 Years After the Droid Wars

Leia stood atop a flat mountain peak, looking out over dark green hills that stretched to the grey horizon of Dathomir. Something was different about her world today. She could sense a stirring in the land that simple felt...wrong. Her entire life she had lived and fought here. Fought against the terrifying power of the Nightsisters. She had given everything to this unforgiving land because in some way it was a part of her. Just as her clan sisters of the Singing Mountain Clan were a part of her. And though she came from another world, they had all grown to trust in her. And eventually to love her. Now she stood as their leader. Charged with their safety and their protection.

Which is why she trusted her senses now when they spoke to her of a growing threat. The fading light of day was like a portent of the malice she sensed around her. For years she had been at war with the Nightsister Clan. Proving her worth time and again against the darkest foes imaginable. Her struggle against the power of Gethzerion had nearly been the end of her. But with the defeat of that twisted witch had come a kind of stalemate. An uneasy war of attrition with her successor Baritha that had dragged on for decades.

"Why do you worry so, my love?"

Leia turned to face her lover, the only woman in the world she could confide in. Teneniel Djo.

"Something doesn't feel right." Leia answered, meeting her woman's adoring gaze. "Something is coming."

Teneniel stood before her leader, the woman she loved, and reached up to touch Leia's cheek tenderly. Leia closed her eyes as her beautiful red-hair lover caressed her face in the fading light. She drew in a breath and smiled. Leia was hardly surprised that Teneniel had ascended to this peak without a sound. While Leia had struggled to climb to this vantage point, quietly singing songs that gave her the power to make the summit, she knew her nimble lover had made the climb completely unassisted. Teneniel had always loved to climb. And powerful though Teneniel's songs could be, she would never have relied on the power of Dathomir when she loved the challenge of an unassisted ascent so much.

"Night is coming." Teneniel whispered. "And I am here to claim you with it."

"Claim me?" Leia opened her eyes and smiled. "Remember who it is that leads this clan."

"You lead us all." Teneniel replied. "But I have a power over you that not even a rancor can match."

Leia nodded and turned her back, looking out again at the horizon. Looking towards the Nightsister stronghold. As Teneniel pressed her body against Leia from behind, running her hands down her lover's hips and gently kissing Leia's neck, Leia found herself unable to relax into the embrace.

Stepping away from her warrior lover, Leia shrugged off the tender advances and turned to face Teneniel resolutely.

"Something is coming. I'm sure of it."

Teneniel saw the grim determination in her woman's eyes.

"What must we do?"

"Assemble everyone." Leia ordered, turning back to the direction of the Nightsister encampment. "Ready them for battle."

As Tenenial nodded and obediently left to ready the warrior women of the Singing Mountain Clan, Leia found her gaze turning upwards to the evening sky. The stars called to her, much as they always had. As if another part of her was out there among them. Somewhere.



Baritha, leader of the Nightsisters of Dathomir felt a shiver of excitement run over her pale skin as she entered her hut while night fell over the encampment. It was time. Time to commune with her dark master. Time for their plans to come to fruition. And for her final triumph over Leia and her accursed Singing Mountain Clan.

As she walked across her hut to the locked cabinet, she reflexively looked over her shoulder. Her darkest secrets were locked within....and ambition often ran strongly in her clan. Satisfied that she was alone, protected by her bodyguard outside, she quietly sang a song of dark power. Reciting the words exactly, she invoked the incantation of unlocking, releasing the deadly power that guarded her treasures from prying eyes. Just as Gethzerion had taught her long ago. Getherion...soon to be avenged!

As she felt her dark power release the deadly spell protecting her most guarded secrets, she slowly opened the cabinet, and cautiously pulled forth a fleshy sphere. It writhed and pulsed in her hands, responding to her touch. As always, she marveled at her master's absolute absence from her senses. Somehow he existed outside of her powers...or beyond her powers. It was something that had intrigued Baritha since she had first found the pulsing mass of flesh decades ago. Or had it been the one to find her?

As she expertly stroked and caressed the curves of the fleshy ball, it pulsed and gyrated. She had awakened him...he was coming forth!

At once the sphere inverted, impossibly pulling into itself, as a head emerged and took shape. A skeletal and grim face. A face that Baritha worshipped. Worshipped as a means to ultimate power.

The twisted visage of her lord completed forming and starred at her through his one, good eye.

"Baritha." He spoke eloquently. "You have done well."

"Thank you my lord." She whispered. "Your children are ready. They are powerful beyond reason."

Across the galaxy, secluded safely in his private chambers, Nom Anor stared at the villip recreation of Baritha's face. He had sent his villip to her world decades ago. A very special villip for a very special mission. A mission that would soon be nearing completion.

Though he had never met the Nightsister leader in person, their relationship had accomplished more than he had initially hoped possible. The villip smiled, telepathically reflecting the ambitious malevolence of Baritha's own smile from so very far away.

The villip's approximation of her neck extended forward, towards Nom Anor. Its eyes closed in a perfect imitation of his lover's eyes as she asked for a kiss across the vast cosmic gulf of the galaxy.

Nom Anor sighed quietly and leaned forward to indulge his mistress. This was one aspect of this mission he had simply accepted long ago. If any of his people could have witnessed his actions with this woman over the past decades they would have been repulsed. But he knew that Yun-Harla could only but smile on so insidious a plot. Leaning forward, he brought his mouth to the villip, returning Baritha's kiss. The villip's approximation of Baritha's tongue extended into Nom Anor's mouth and he returned his own into hers. Across the emptiness of space, the villip's telepathic connection perfectly transmitted the passionate kiss.

Intimacy with a female from this galaxy would have tainted him beyond purification. But using the villip as an intermediary in this instance served Nom Anor well. And it was necessary to achieve the unique plan he had set in motion nearly twenty years ago. A plan to establish a Yuuzhan Vong presence in this galaxy. In a far more subtle way than the overconfident and shamefully defeated Praetorite Vong could have accomplished.

"Will you give it to me?" The villip asked, perfectly duplicating Baritha's voice as she pulled back from their kiss with hunger in her eyes. "Will you give me your power one more time?"

Nom nodded. He didn't really have time for this today. But sex remained his most useful tool in keeping Baritha on task. He could hardly refuse her now, so close to the completion of his endeavors.

"Please..." Baritha whispered, opening her mouth obscenely, her eyes closed in anticipation.

Nom stood and lowered his robes, raising his ample cock to the villip. Pushing his dick into the villip's approximation of her mouth let the telepathic creature across the galaxy know to change shape to reflect the contours of Nom Anor's penis.

On Dathomir, Baritha's villip telepathically responded almost instantly, morphing into Nom's cock and extending forward right into Baritha's wet, waiting mouth.

"Mmmphhhh..." she moaned around the villip's imitation of Nom Anor's cock as he thrust forward into her mouth from across the stars. Her eyes opened dreamily, half lidded as she slowly sucked her master's phallus.

When he had begun this almost two decades ago, the thought of villip sex repulsed him. But the alternative...actually copulating with Baritha was simply out of the question. And Kenobi's quarantine around Dathomir had made getting even the villip to her world a matter of some complexity. Yet gradually, he had become accustomed to this.

As Baritha expertly teased and nibbled his cockhead with her teeth, bringing him to full hardness, Nom was forced to admit to himself: he had actually grown to truly enjoy this.

Baritha pulled back to appraise her master's full sized cock. She gently massaged his ball-sack with her hand as she stood. This was the source of her power. This was her pathway to greatness.

Turning her athletic body away from the villip, Baritha spread her legs and reached behind her, lowering herself onto the fleshy pole, guiding it into her waiting pussy from behind as she pressed back into it.

Across the galaxy, Nom gasped involuntarily as the villip shifted from an imitation of Baritha's face, to become the silky grip of her hairless pussy. Taking hold of the villip with both hands, he began thrusting into the telepathic creature, his violent movements transmitted and duplicated perfectly to his distant lover. Baritha moaned in ecstasy as the villip cock began hammering her from behind. She pushed back to meet each thrust, facing away from the creature that had ravished her for decades.

Shivering uncontrollably, Baritha felt the orgasm begin to take hold. She was taking him inside her again! She was taking the seed of her master to use against Leia! Grabbing her hips convulsively, the Nightsister froze, her mouth open in silent shock as her entire body shook with a mind-numbing explosion of pleasure.

"Ohhhh...." She moaned into her empty hut. "Ohhhh yessssss..."

Nom Anor felt her convulsions around his cock, signifying that he had satisfied his distant lover. As he looked down at the villip, it suddenly morphed around his cock, again becoming Baritha's face.

"One last time..." she pleaded. "Let me borrow the power that is yours."

Nom Anor had hoped to make this brief. There was much to do, both here and on Dathomir. And yet, his mistress was insatiable. Addicted to sexual power as much as the dark power that ran through her. A dark power that made her so essential to him. Nom silently assented to her request, by pushing his cock forward to gently brush her lips. Across the galaxy, Baritha smiled and shivered with anticipation.

Tenderly holding up her villip, Baritha turned it around, its imitation cock facing away from her like some obscene sex toy. As she ground her warm pussy into the back of the villip, it responded as it had so many times before.

The back of the villip opened, encircling Baritha's hips and curving up between her legs. Pulling itself tightly to her pelvis, it became a part of her, covering her vagina completely. Looking down with twisted pride, Baritha appraised her new, firmly attached cock. The villip clung to her body, still in the form of her master's phallus.

Baritha licked her lips, raising her left hand to caress her breast and lowering her right to stroke her master's borrowed cock.

"Tamith!" she called out from her hut to her trusted guardian standing vigilant outside. "Come in from the night."

Tamith Kai appeared almost instantly inside the hut's entryway. Her poise and skill as a killer were unmatched among the Nightsister clan. And yet no amount of training could have prepared the young Nightsister for the sight of her clan leader standing naked with a strange, discolored, and...living cock somehow attached to her.

"You are of age now to know." Baritha announced proudly. "You are ready to see the source of our power. The source of your deadly brothers..."

Tamith walked forward mesmerized, her eyes never leaving the villip-cock clinging to Baritha's lower body.

"Yes..." she whispered. "Yes...I now understand."

"Good." Baritha replied. "Then you know what is next."

"Yes." Tamith answered obediently, unclasping her garments without hesitation. "I do."

Baritha smiled with satisfaction as the flawless young body of her brunette bodyguard was revealed to her at last. She had awaited this moment for years. Knowing that her master would eventually oblige her.

The young brunette lowered herself onto Baritha's bed and spread her legs apart, welcoming her the strange cock.

Baritha knelt upon the bed and took hold of her master's cock...imagining that it was actually her own.

Across the galaxy, Nom Anor smiled as his villip morphed, taking on the form of a new, tighter pussy that he had never before conquered. He knew that this aspect of the project had run its course long ago. He knew that there was little point in these indulgences any longer. But as he leaned forward and pressed his dick into the villip's approximation of Tamith Kai's pussy, drew his breath in sharply. There was simply no reason not to enjoy his work.

Baritha leaned over Tamith and pressing her master's villip-cock into the young brunette Nightsister. Tamith gasped as the bulbous head eased into her body.

Both women looked down, watching in awed fascination as the phallus slid into Tamith's pussy, guided gently forward by Baritha's hips.

"Ahhh..." Tamith groaned as she watched in insane spectacle of the strange cock pressing ever further into her vice-like pussy.

Baritha gave the brunette several seconds to get used to the massive tool, then began thrusting gently in and out of the young girl. Tamith bit her bottom lip and whimpered sexily as the older woman fucked her with the villip. Just as Baritha had fucked every woman in this clan. Just as she had gifted them with the seed of her dark master.

Light-years away, Nom Anor groaned as the villip's version of Tamith's impossibly tight pussy thrust against his cock. He gripped the sides his villip for support as he felt his orgasm approach. He became light-headed as the pleasure quickly began to overtake him. In the back of his mind, a part of him silently sneered at the inorganic technology that filled this diseased universe. It could never hope to approximate what he was currently experiencing.

Groaning, Nom Anor came into his villip in several forceful spurts. On Dathomir, the villip inside Tamith duplicated the eruption, spewing its own, special seed into the young brunette Nightsister.

"Yesss..." Baritha chanted as she fucked the villip into Tamith. "Yesss..."

Pulling the villip slowly out, Baritha watched a long string of slimy cum trail away from Tamith's pussy, as the young girl panted in the wake of her own quiet orgasm. Standing, Baritha silently gestured for Tamith to leave.

Absently watching Tamith quickly collect her garments and stagger out of the hut, she smiled as she felt her master's cock uncoil from her and, held in her hands, invert yet again to form his cruel, skull-like face.

"It is time Baritha." Nom declared, "Send my children forth."

The Nightsister smiled venomously. "I shall send them tonight."

Baritha watched the villip invert, reassuming its latent, ball-like form. She returned it to her cabinet and turned to her clothes rack. Donning her most austere attire, the Nightsister collected herself, and left her hut, heading for the center of the stronghold.

The children were there awaiting her. The children of her master. They loosely shared the slope-nosed features of their father, and the pale skin of their Nightsister mothers. Each sat atop a vicious rancor. Rancors made far more formidable by her master's strange powers over biology and creation. But far more deadly than the rancors themselves were her hybrid children of darkness, all resonating with the unnatural powers of the Nightsister clan.

"Go forth!" Baritha screamed wildly, her gaze falling on her son who sat upon the lead rancor. "Devour them!"



Across the galaxy, Nom Anor placed his own villip carefully back into his secured storage bin and appraised it silently.

A trail of his cum ran down the side of the now inverted creature. Nom took a cloth from his desk and carefully wiped away his semen, staring at the cloth for a moment. He thought back on his decision to not use his own seed decades ago. Throwing the stained cloth into the disposal can and locking the villip in the storage bin, he was still certain it had been the correct choice.

It was the one aspect of this mission that he had shared with no one. The hybrid Yuuzhan Vong warriors of Dathomir had not been bred from the Intendant Caste, not from Nom's own seed. He did not need leaders, nor even schemers for his purposes.

Instead he had used a Yuuzhan Vong servant girl long ago to accomplish his goals. Having her walk in on Warmaster Tsavong Lah while he was bathing had been the easy part. By tradition, the girl's fate was either to have been death, or a mating with the Warmaster. And when she had returned to Nom alive and well fucked, obtaining Tsavong Lah's seed from within her had been a simple task.

Bioengineering a villip that could produce a genetic copy of that very seed had proven slightly more difficult. But the results were undeniable. From across the galaxy, Nom had used that unique villip to impregnate the entire Nightsister coven on Dathomir with the children of Tsavong Lah, the strongest of the warrior caste.

And now they were about to get their first taste of battle.

But soon, he would use them for their true mission: The utter destruction of the Confederacy of Independent Systems.



Teneniel looked with panic to Leia as the air began to swirl around the Singing Mountain camp. Sitting atop her Rancor, Leia felt her heart begin to race as she looked around at the warrior women of her clan, all atop their faithful rancors in a defensive arrangement. Leia turned to the east and gasped as the air itself took on a static charge.

A horrifying howl erupted from the trees as the foliage all around the camp suddenly exploded forth with claws and snatching teeth. Rancors, more twisted, tentacled and horrifying than the worst bull rancors Leia had ever imagined came loping forth. Upon their backs rode strange, pale men with sloping, ridged foreheads and pointed ears. They wore the markings of the Nightsister clan. And from them exploded dark energy. Red lightening shot forth from the staff of the lead rancor rider, the crackling energy striking several of the Singing Mountain witches at once. The smell of burnt flesh and ozone merged with the heart-wrenching screams of the women and their rancors as all were consumed in red electric death.

Leia sang out a song of power, extending her hand and pushing several of the dark riders from their twisted, abomination rancors with a focused gust of wind.

"Look out!" Teneniel screamed as one of the massive, mutated rancors charged straight for Leia's rancor. Leia turned too late to prepare for the attack. Her eyes widened as the tendril filled mouth of her attacker closed in, the pale rider atop it seething with the malice of dark power.

Suddenly Teneniel's rancor attacked from the left, clawing and biting Leia's attacker, saving her from certain death. The tentacled mutant rancor fought back viciously, and both Teneniel and the pale rider were thrown from their mounts.

Leia's own rancor mount reared back in agony as a sudden blast of red lightening from across the chaotic battlefield struck the creature in the chest, searing its armored hide and burning the rancor horribly. Struggling to hold on, Leia looked with horror to the ground beneath, where Teneniel was engaged in mortal combat with a pale rider.
With a black bladed sword, empowered with the dark gifts of the Nightsisters, the pale warrior spun with precision and sliced Teneniel across the stomach. Leia screamed out as she was thrown from her rancor to the ground. Dazed and face-down in the dirt, she picked up her head to see the horrifying mutant rancors tearing and biting at the Singing Mountain Clan's own loyal rancor steeds. The air was swirling around them in a vortex of malicious energy. Almost every side of the camp was now overrun with the pale riders of death.

Leia struggled to stand and ran towards Teneniel. Her lover knelt on the ground, holding her wounded gut as the pale servant of darkness raised his blade for a killing blow.

"No!" Leia screamed as she threw her hands forward. Without thinking a song, without using any words to conjure her power, Leia reached out and grabbed the air surrounding the pale warrior. She pushed it into him from all sides, using all of her concentration and mental strength. Clutching his chest, the pale man's eyes widened as his lungs suddenly ruptured from within. He fell over, instantly dead.

Running to Teneniel's side in the middle of the hellacious battle, Leia cradled her lover as Teneniel fell back into her arms.

"Please no..." Leia cried as she saw the blood pouring forth from the wound.

"Leia..." Teneniel whispered as her life faded. "Run..."

As the life went out of Teneniel's eyes, Leia looked up at the Singing Mountain encampment. All around her, the warrior women of her clan were fighting and dying at the hands and claws of these pale men and their twisted beasts. Rain pelted Leia's face as the storm all around her became ever more violent. The huts and dwellings of the camp were almost completely destroyed and the screams of dying rancors mixed with the agonizing cries of her clan sisters as their struggled in vain to hold back the tide of this unstoppable attack.

A survivors circle had begun to form around Leia, the Singing Mountain Clan struggling to hold together what was left of their numbers. Leia let her lover's body slide to the ground as she turned and ran towards Kirana Ti. The warrior-witch had rallied several of her clan-sisters into an attack, using their rancors as weapons to bring down one of the larger, mutated rancor attackers.

"Kirana!" Leia screamed as she ran next to the massive beast the woman rode upon. "We have to get out of here NOW!"

Kirana nodded in understanding to her leader and coaxed her rancor back from the fighting. Alongside her came a loping, rider-less rancor that had been the steed of one of her clan sisters, perhaps Ooya. Leia held back her grief as she signaled to the gentle creature, which lowered its massive claws down to Leia and carefully gripped her, carrying her up into the air and onto its back.

Kirana Ti rallied what was left of the Singing Mountain Clan around Leia as those at the rear fought valiantly to keep their attackers at bay. Leia could hear the cruel red lightening shooting forth once more and more anguished screams from her clan. Resolutely she turned her group to the south, the only direction not yet blocked by their enemies.

"Follow me!" She screamed as their rancors burst into a sprint, running for their lives, carrying the remnants of the once proud Singing Mountain Clan. A clan all but destroyed in a single night.

Leia fought back tears as she held tightly to her mount. The shrieks of the clan sisters who stayed behind to buy time for their escape echoed into the night.



Two days later, it was daybreak. Leia sat dismally on the ground in a small clearing in the thick of the forest. The silence was as oppressive as the grey, overcast sky that drearily hung over the small remains of the Singing Mountain Clan. The warrior-witches and their rancors were exhausted after nearly endless pursuit through the forest for a day and a half. Leia had gotten the sense that their pale attackers, whoever they were, had actually enjoyed the sport of hunting down the last of her clan. Fortunately, they had managed to finally elude Baritha's cruel warriors in the thick of the forests.

Leia looked around her at the grim faces of her clan sisters. She had failed them all. She had failed to protect them. They had trusted her with their lives, and she had led them to this dismal end. It was almost more than she could bear to see them wounded and defeated all around her.

Suddenly a sound broke forth from the heavens. All the clan sisters and their remaining rancor steeds looked to the sky as a point of light suddenly descended towards them. Leia stood weakly and shielded her eyes as something descended. It was...a vessel of some kind.

The ship descended into the center of the clearing, touching down gently in front of the remains of the Singing Mountain Clan. The witches quickly shook off their awe at the bizarre craft and readied themselves for a final stand against whatever threat it represented.

"Stop!" Leia called out to her clan as she walked towards the small ship.

She sensed something. A presence she'd not felt since...

The landing ramp lowered and a hooded man walked forward purposefully. Throwing back his brown cloak, he looked upon Leia and smiled.

"Leia." He spoke serenely. "It's me. It's Luke."

Leia's eyes widened in shock. She knew this man. But only from her dreams.

"Luke?" she whispered.

"I'm your brother, Luke Skywalker." He continued. "I'm here to rescue you."