The Forces

With the first civilians created, they'll manage and work this world. Now was the time to create the defense **** for both this world and the crews for my ships. With cloning systems ready, it was time to set the templates. As the primary ****, Jace Malcom as a clone template would work perfectly.

Once an extremely loyal and dedicated soldier of the Old Republic, Jace would be a perfect alternate to Jango Fett. His undying loyalty would now be pledged to me and my "empire".

While Jace would act as the primary clone template, there were others who peaked my interest, primarily the Taung and Mandalorians in general. Perhaps recreating some of the old Mandalores. This would not only give me access to some of the Galaxy's greatest warriors and leaders, but also lead to hopefully an easy rule over Mandalore and it's clans. The Ultimate, The Preserver, The Vindicated, The Avenger, and The Uniter. Having a perfect clone of each while also having knowledge of their own history but still remaining loyal to me would make them some of my greatest leaders.

With the clones now in production, I left the planet and jumped back to The Prince where I found a large part of my fleet complete.

Three Tyrant Class Battleships

Five Traitor Class Frigates

And 10 Viscera Class Light Battleships

For now, that will do for my fleet, now to check on my guest. I jumped back to the Star Forge and created a second body, Neoth. Being two different bodies, the experience was strange. Much like having an extra set of arms, it would be impossible to describe properly to someone who didn't have it. Seeing myself through Neoth's eyes was a bit unnerving, but I should probably get used to such things. I found a place to sit and meditate which was surprisingly relaxing despite things. As I did so Neoth left to retrieve Shmi, it was about time for her to meet me in person. It would also reinforce the fact that Neoth and The Lord were different people as I wanted.

Hmm, perhaps The Lord does not speak directly, perhaps he communicated directly to the mind. Indeed, that would be far easier and would make The Lord of the **** more convincing.

As Neoth reached the medbay, he found Shmi sitting on the side of the bed. "Ms. Skywalker, if you would come with me, my lord wishes to meet with you personally." He said as he brushed back his shoulder length black hair.

She lifted her head and looked to him. "I understand, is there anything I should know before I meet him?"

He tilted his head. "You are more wise than I expected. Come, I will tell you while we walk."

She stood and followed him out of the medbay, though staying quite a bit behind her. "As you already know, The Lord was the one who created Anakin within you. While you are his mother, The Lord is his father and while he would never be so crass, the two of you are equivalent to being a man and his pet. Though he would more liken it to you being his wife, despite never being bound by such arrangement."

She made little reaction in way of changing her movement, but her face made it clear she was worried. "You speak bluntly sir, I... thank you for being straightforward. What is to be expected of me and how can I expect The Lord to act?"

He nodded and directed her to stand beside them as they walked. "While unnecessary, I appreciate the thanks." He said in a cold tone. "As for what to expect, The Lord is not entirely logical in his actions unlike me, he is often impulsive and unpredictable. As far as you're concerned, do as he asks and show him utmost respect. Despite what he may act like, he is the master of all and subject to none. If you wish to gain his favor, remember this. Do not worry too much however, he is much more kind than he may seem... As long as you of use to him."

The two soon arrive at an elevator and enter. It's obvious that Shmi is nervous, but she puts on a brave face regardless. As the door opens, Neoth leads her to a large open room, the observation deck. Floating in the middle of the room is a shining light of a figure meditating. Neoth grabs Shmi's shoulder and kneels, pulling her down as well. Shmi dares a look up but is almost blinded before the light begins to dim and the figure shifts, lowering to the ground standing.