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Padmé Amidala, Imperial Rest Palace – Naboo.

"The news continues to arrive from the recently conquered Shaddaa System. The fall of Nal Hutta has marked the absolute defeat of the Hutt criminal empire, and the crystallized remains of the planet have begun to be distributed among the Empire's mining companies. The Emperor and the High Council have yet to decide who will govern the system. We will keep you informed."

"OOHHHH, MY LOVE!" Padmé moaned, her naked body clinging to Harry's shoulders, her eyes unfocused and her breath coming in ragged gasps. The rhythmic movement of Harry's thrusts, the exquisite way her man's cock caressed the deepest corners of her body, made Padmé melt with pleasure.

"Ohhh, Harry, how I've missed you, my love. Don't ever leave me again," the Queen of Naboo pleaded, wrapping her legs around Harry's torso as she began to feel his movements growing erratic, accompanied by the growls of pleasure against her ear.

Padmé moaned uncontrollably, clinging to Harry, her nails scratching the Emperor's back as the Queen possessively bit his shoulder while employing the technique Sabé had taught her, the one that involved tightening the internal muscles of her pussy to milk the Emperor's virility.

And the effect was immediate. Harry growled, a deep, guttural sound. Her beloved attempted to pull away, but Padmé wouldn't allow it, keeping the Emperor trapped between her thighs with her heels while the Queen of Naboo squeezed Harry's length once more, massaging her man with the muscles of her pussy before whispering into his ear in the neediest, horniest voice she had ever used in her life.

"Inside. I want to feel you inside me, my love. Don't stop. Go wild inside me. Fuck your Queen," Padmé moaned, completely overwhelmed, trembling as she felt Harry shift his entire body while still inside her, adjusting the angle of his cock and beginning to pound that delicious spot within her that never failed to make her see the stars up close.

"AHHHHHHG, HARRY!!!" Padmé moaned, her gaze completely unfocused, overwhelmed by the sensations of pleasure coursing through her body. Her climax was approaching, the third of this late morning, but surely not the last of this wonderful day.

Harry and Padmé were in their private chambers, within the palace the Emperor had built for her on her homeworld, a small love nest for the two of them, far away from the Empire, the Council, and the rest of his concubines and generals.

In the sky, the Marauder and the Light of Naboo, their respective ships, remained stationed as the sun began to rise over the horizon. They both needed this, this brief moment alone before the storm awaiting them on Gaia Prime and throughout the Empire.

Nal Hutta had fallen, the Imperial fleets had begun returning to their respective posts, and the Council was excited about the stability they would now enjoy. And yet… Padmé knew her beloved would need her.

Not the future Empress, not the High Councillor who directed the Imperial administration, but her, simply Padmé. And that was precisely why they were here, taking an entire week to lose themselves in each other.

The news had already reached the Republic, and as expected, absolute shock, desperation, and outrage had swept through the corrupt Senate on Coruscant. The Queen of Naboo still couldn't believe that the vast majority of them didn't even care about the hundreds of millions of lives that had been saved, or the millions of lives that had been lost… The Republic's complaints, much to Padmé's disappointment, concerned economic sanctions against the Empire.

"AHHHHGH!" she moaned as a particularly powerful thrust struck that delicious spot, causing Padmé to spill her love juices over Harry's body while the Emperor roared like the conqueror he was, releasing his vital essence deep inside Padmé.

"YES! Ahhh, fill me, Harry! Fill your queen!" the Queen of Naboo moaned uncontrollably, trembling at the warm sensation within her, just before her strength began to fade. She sighed with pleasure as Harry's virility finally withdrew from her conquered depths.

"By the Lady, my love, I've missed you like a starve man" Harry growled between gasps, satisfied with their morning lovemaking as he lay back upon the bed, allowing Padmé to admire his body with that feminine hunger once again.

The Queen felt another throb in her pussy as she looked at Harry again before kneeling beside him and beginning to slowly kiss and worship his body, much to the Emperor's obvious pleasure. He could only moan and relax, enjoying the morning in complete tranquility, both of them lost, at least for a few days, in each other.

"I wish we could stay like this forever, wrapped up in each other, with nothing and no one else mattering," Harry whispered, closing his eyes and relaxing completely. Padmé didn't answer. She simply continued caressing his body, her delicate hands moving slowly over every inch of him.

"Don't resent the past, my love. It's thanks to it that we met. I find no joy in the suffering of my people, but I'm grateful I made that journey, that emergency jump to Gaia Prime. Without the Federation's intervention, we wouldn't have this," the Queen declared with a shiver, as though she couldn't even imagine her life without Harry's presence.

The Emperor didn't answer. He simply began gently stroking Padmé's hair, a distracted and intimate gesture, a side of Harry reserved exclusively for her.

An exclusivity that was addictive to Padmé and belonged to no one else. Not even his other consorts enjoyed this privilege, these beautiful moments that the Queen of Naboo guarded so jealously.

They remained in comfortable silence, simply gazing at Naboo's sky, dominated by the stationed Imperial vessels. Both were naked, and the morning was perfect.

And therefore, the Queen knew it wouldn't last.

"When do you have to leave?" she asked with a heavy sigh, her hand gently caressing Harry's chest as she became lost in thought.

There was no answer for several seconds. The Emperor's hand continued gently stroking his future Empress's hair, distracted gestures that were nevertheless extraordinarily relaxing for Padmé, before he finally answered.

"Tomorrow. We need to capitalize on our victory over the Hutts to expand our influence. The Wookiees have agreed to better concessions thanks to the return of five million of their brothers and sisters. Master Shaak Ti has expressed her congratulations on the campaign and the liberation of millions of slaves. She has led a group of Jedi dissidents to the capital on the Lady's orders, and they wish to establish a Jedi Order under Imperial protection," Harry explained softly, causing Padmé to smile gently.

"That's good, isn't it? A Jedi Order of our own would give us a certain degree of social legitimacy on many planets," Padmé remarked, causing Harry to nod before continuing.

"Aye, it would. But it would also place us in a more politically tense situation with Coruscant. Many will see it as an attempt at usurpation," Harry replied calmly, causing Padmé to nod gently, knowing he was right.

"The preliminary plans for Mirial, Kintan, and Nar Shaddaa have been completed. Mirial will be renamed Mirial Prime. The High Council has authorized a one-hundred-percent tax reduction for the next five years, on the condition that at least fifty percent of the profits remain on the planet. The Nikto slaves you liberated have organized themselves into clans and formed a council. They desire complete vassalage to the Emerald Throne, and we still have no idea who could govern Nar Shaddaa," Padmé confessed, causing Harry to sigh heavily and pull her tightly against his body.

"Not only that. Obi-Wan returned to Coruscant escorting Master Undulli and Knight Tachi, although he made it quite clear that he intended to submit his resignation before returning to the Empire to follow in his master's footsteps. Padawan Tachi intends to do the same, although I suspect her decision has more to do with her interest in our sophisticated friend," Padmé remarked with amusement, causing Harry to snort with laughter.

"I imagine Satine will be delighted with the competition," the Emperor replied, causing Padmé to burst into warm, feminine laughter at the problems awaiting the Jedi Knight in the future.

"What do we do now, Harry? What are your orders?" the Queen asked with determination, and Harry didn't hesitate. His eyes filled with that determination Padmé admired so much. Her beloved never hesitated to do what was right, not even for an instant.

"Now we fulfill our promises, my love. No more wars. We have an extensive territory, and we must develop and protect it. We'll focus our resources on social and economic production, but I'll keep Hephaestus Prime manufacturing war machinery. I'll authorize the deployment of civilian shipyards to meet the demand for cargo and transport vessels. We need to prepare a call for proposals from the Empire's companies."

And at those words, Padmé couldn't help smiling excitedly, visibly relieved and happy to hear Harry's decision.

A small part of Padmé had been terrified that her beloved wouldn't know when to stop. Harry had spent so long fighting that the Queen feared the possibility that he might never be able to see the end of it. But apparently, she had nothing to worry about. She could see it clearly.

Her beloved's actions weighed heavily upon him. His orders had cost millions of lives, both innocent and guilty. Although minimal, Imperial casualties were real, and Padmé knew that every death weighed upon her future husband's soul.

Something that, in a certain way, reassured Padmé, a constant reminder that Harry, despite his power, his conquests, and his battles, remained human.

"I'm so glad to hear you say those words, my love. Your concubines and I have given a great deal of thought to how we should progress. It's wise of you to focus on the Empire's economic development. Prosperity is what will allow us to achieve stability and progress for everyone, a new Galactic Golden Age. We must concentrate on three important aspects: economic independence, energy generation, and a robust industrial base and supply chain," she declared with determination, causing Harry to nod gently. But before Padmé could continue, the Emperor seized her waist, rolling until he was positioned above her and drawing a laugh from the future Empress.

And before Padmé could catch her breath, the Queen of Naboo could only moan, completely overwhelmed as she felt her man enter her once again, her hands returning to his shoulders and her legs wrapping around his waist.

"That can wait. The Senate session is in three days, my love. Let's not think about it for now. Right now… only you and I exist," Harry whispered before drawing his hips backward, leaving Padmé feeling empty for one agonizing instant before she moaned again as Harry's virility penetrated her once more.

"Ohhh, my love! More, more! Fill me with your seed! Fill me and claim your Queen!" she moaned uncontrollably, completely forgetting every Imperial plan and prerogative.

At this moment, in this instant, only the two of them existed, lost in each other.

Without the slightest idea… that at that very moment, they were both planting the seed of the Empire's Future.

But that was another story.

Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi Temple – Coruscant.

"The report was clear, Masters. I've attended three of your meetings out of courtesy, but I'm returning to Gaia Prime tomorrow morning. Once again, what would you like to ask?" Obi-Wan demanded in a tone he had never imagined using with anyone, much less the Council.

Annoyance.

The young Knight's words were received exactly as he expected, with indignation, with certain exceptions, such as Master Yoda, who merely regarded the young Knight with an amused expression, as though he were enjoying this entire situation.

Perhaps he was, the Knight thought, while Siri swallowed nervously beside him beneath the Masters' relentless gazes.

Obi-Wan watched Master Windu lean forward with a frown before continuing.

"Much has happened in the galaxy, Obi-Wan. The Outer Rim is more unstable than ever, and…"

However, Obi-Wan couldn't help snorting and interrupting, tired of this conversation.

"Unstable? More unstable than it was under the yoke of a criminal empire with millions of slaves and trillions of credits in smuggling?" he asked with a sharp edge to his voice, tired and irritated at having to continue this farce.

Without waiting for an answer, Obi-Wan stepped forward and continued.

"I'm no fool, Master Windu. We're not here because you care about galactic stability, or because you care about the lives of the slaves the Emperor rescued. We're here for two fundamental reasons. First, because the fall of the Hutts exposes the Republic as the incompetent political institution it truly is. And second, because the galaxy is questioning the usefulness of the Jedi, who allowed the Hutt poison to spread unchecked throughout the Outer Rim for centuries," the Knight declared directly and somewhat bluntly, causing several Masters to begin speaking indignantly at once.

But Obi-Wan refused to yield.

"I saw the reports, Masters. Tens of millions. Men, women, and even children. CHILDREN! Treated like animals, FOUND IN CAGES!" Obi-Wan roared, feeling the Force, the Lady… roaring within him.

And consequently, throughout the Temple, a small tremor born from his fury shook the chamber, alarming the Masters present.

Master Windu immediately rose to his feet, his brow furrowed and his voice stern.

"OBI-WAN! Control your emotions! Anger is…" he attempted to say, but Obi-Wan had had enough of that damned, useless sermon, and with determination, he interrupted Master Windu's words.

"Anger is an emotion. It's biological. It's something that distinguishes us from droids. Anger in the face of injustice, a father's love for his child, outrage at wrongdoing. Emotions don't make us weak or vulnerable. They're what give us strength, what drive us forward, and that's something you will never understand. Which is why you'll never be able to understand what the Force truly means," Obi-Wan declared, his voice filled with determination.

The faces around him regarded him as though he were some kind of freak, filled with indignation and disappointment, as though Obi-Wan were the one in the wrong. Although, to Obi-Wan's relief, Master Yoda simply looked at him with a faint smile, nodding gently in a gesture of approval.

Master Mundi spoke indignantly as he rose to his feet.

"Those are Harry Potter's words! Dangerous ideas that do nothing but spread throughout the civilized galaxy! Creating potential Sith!" the Master declared in that self-righteous tone Obi-Wan despised, but he wasn't here to fight.

"Enough. We clearly won't reach an agreement, so I wish to make an official declaration," he announced solemnly as he drew his lightsaber, the one that had accompanied him for as long as he could remember, throughout his training as a Padawan, throughout his life in the Temple. He was fond of it, that much was obvious, but it simply no longer represented him.

Obi-Wan merely sighed heavily before using the Lady's blessing to disassemble the weapon, removing his Kyber crystal and handing the remaining pieces to the Council.

Obi-Wan walked toward Master Yoda, ignoring the disappointed and indignant looks from the Masters around him. In the past, those judgmental gazes would have filled Obi-Wan with shame. Just imagining disappointing the Council…

But now… after everything he had seen and heard, everything he had fought against, and everything he knew awaited him on Gaia Prime.

Obi-Wan found this Temple… insignificant, small… far too closed-minded for his now broadened perspective.

"Master Yoda, I return my lightsaber to the Temple, and I sincerely thank you for all the teachings I've received here. But I must follow my own path. I can feel the Lady's call. She desires my presence in the Empire," he declared firmly, causing the small being to nod solemnly.

"Understand you, I can. Luck and good wishes, you shall have. Success in your future, I see," the Master declared, accepting the lightsaber with an expression of absolute pride in his aged eyes, causing Obi-Wan to nod with a smile before answering in a soft whisper, low enough that only the two of them could hear.

"Harry would welcome you, Master. I can see that your ideals don't align with those of the Council," the young human declared, causing Master Yoda to make a sound somewhere between laughter and resignation.

"My path, here it lies. Protect the Initiates and Padawans, I must. Always in motion, the future is. Sooner or later, visit the Imperial capital, I shall," he replied softly, causing Obi-Wan to nod before continuing.

"Master Fay sends her regards. She's doing well and will continue teaching the New Order alongside Master Ti," he said gently, causing the Master to nod slowly.

"The Force, pleased with this decision, it is. At peace, I am. The Jedi Legacy… will live on," he declared solemnly, but their conversation was interrupted when he heard the characteristic sound of a blade of light shutting down, followed by the metallic clinking of a lightsaber being disassembled.

Alarmed, Obi-Wan turned around, staring as Siri handed her lightsaber to Master Plo, who accepted it with a heavy heart, before she turned toward Obi-Wan with determination.

"Siri?" he asked, causing the young human woman to walk toward him, her eyes sincere and filled with emotion.

"My future is with you, Obi… not here, where I've always been unhappy. Not with the Order, which I respect, but whose ideals I don't share. My future is you, and if you'll let me, I'll follow you to the Empire, to the edge of the galaxy, wherever you go, I'll be there," she declared firmly, laying her heart bare. And Obi-Wan could do nothing but smile, understanding Harry's words, and the Lady's blessing, far better now.

About finding power in the right emotions.

Obi-Wan nodded before bidding farewell to the Council and leaving the Temple. One chapter of his life was coming to an end…

And a new one was beginning, one that promised to be more chaotic, intense, and troubling, but also extraordinarily exciting.

The galaxy was changing, and while Obi-Wan and Siri left their former lives behind, droid factories began producing units along the galactic frontier, criminal syndicates began adapting themselves and their markets to the new reality, a Jedi Master disappeared on the mysterious planet of Kamino, and the pieces of the political game began to move. And everything revolved around one particular individual.

The Emperor himself.