A History Lesson

Celeste Morne, the Jedi out of time, peacefully woke up in a comfortable bed set in a well-furnished guest room of the imperial palace, wearing a dress that was quite soft to the skin. Her eyes widened as she remembered the powerful Jedi that told her he had defeated the Sith Lord Karness Muur in psychic combat and she frantically looked around.

There, sitting on a char watching her, she saw a Mirialan wearing brown Jedi robes, her light green face looking at her with curiosity.

“Are you feeling better now?” She asked her.

Celeste nodded slowly, then asked the question that she had been wondering about since she barely managed to wake up the first time. “How…how long was I stasis?”

“I am not entirely sure,” The Mirialan admitted. “What calendar system are you familiar with?”

Celeste blinked. “The Tho Yor Arrival Calendar of course. That’s the one the Jedi Order has used since the founding the order on Tython.”

The female Jedi grimaced. “That’s a really old calendar that is only used in reference to ancient historical and archeological records. May I ask at what year did you entered stasis?”

The former Jedi Shadow swallowed hard at that. “That would be…year 32,490 after the Tho Yor Arrival,” She answered in a small voice.

The Mirialan took a deep breath and turned to her datapad, probably trying to cross reference the dates. Before long, she looked up at her and looked at her with sympathy in her gaze.

“There is no easy way to tell you this, so I am just going to say it,” She remarked. “You have been asleep for nearly 3945 years.”

Celeste felt her stomach drop with the weight of dread as she realized everyone she had ever known and cared about have been dead for millennia. Despite her emotional training as a Jedi, she couldn’t help but tear up, her breathing going ragged.

The alien Jedi just remained quiet for long moments as the seconds turned into minute, letting her process her shock. But then, she had to ask the obvious question.

“What happened with the Mandalorian wars? Did we win?”

The woman before her paused. “Yes,” She ended up saying. “Although some historians believe that the price of victory was too high, for it paved the way for an even more formidable enemy.”

She bit her bottom lip. “Please tell me.”

The Mirialan shook her head. “There is a LOT to tell,” She stressed. “But I suppose I can give you a very summarized version of what I know about the major highlights that have occurred in the last 4 thousand years. You will have to search for more in-depth details later, though.”

“That’s fine,” Celeste replied, sounding grateful. “And what’s your name?”

“Barriss Offee,” She said in greeting. “Well, this will take a while so let’s begin…

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“Huh,” Celeste said with a ponderous expression. “That Revan seems like quite a brilliant strategist, even for Jedi standards.”

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“Wait, what?” She asked in alarm. “THAT is how the Mandalorian Neocrusaders were defeated when Revan faced them on Malachor V? That seems…excessive for a Jedi,” She added, getting a bad feeling about that.

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Celeste gasped, feeling shocked. “A Jedi Civil War?! By the ****, that’s awful!!!”

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“Wait, he was Revan all along?!” She chocked out. “And the Council gave him a memory wipe? I…I don’t know how I feel about that…”

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“And so, the Star Forge was destroyed,” The Jedi out of time muttered. “Well, at least Revan managed to redeem himself to a degree. What a complicated historical figure, though.”

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“No!” Celeste shouted, her eyes wide. “A Jedi Purge?! And what the Mandalorian hell do you mean by the “First” Jedi Purge?” She demanded to know.

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“Let me get this straight,” She said slowly. “That Triumvirate was formed by a Sith that couldn’t die as long as he willed it, a Sith that was ravenous and powerful enough to consume the entire **** energy of a whole planet, and a former Jedi that had grown to hate the **** and was plotting a way to KILL IT?! How did the remaining few Jedi managed to avoid extinction at their hands?”

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“So…this Jedi Exile was a dead spot in the ****, you say?” Celeste asked, baffled as she tried to understand. “An emptiness in which its will might actually be denied? And she managed to use that to her advantage to defeat the Triumvirate?” She shook her head. “Saviors come from the most unexpected places indeed.”

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“The Sith species was hiding and rebuilding their empire in the Unknown Regions all along?!” She chocked. “And 3 centuries after Revan and Meetra’s time, they invaded the Republic to avenge their bloody defeat at the end of the Great Hyperspace War? I hope the Jedi order had enough time to rebuild before then…”

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“Wait, so they try to wipe us out for 28 years of war, manage to sack the Jedi Temple on Coruscant, openly slay the Supreme Chancellor and then they want us to sign a peace treaty?” She said, trying to blink out her surprise and horror. “What was their Emperor even thinking?”

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“A Cold War? While the galaxy is almost literally divided between the Light and Dark sides of the ****?” She asked in shock as the situation sunk in. “That’s a recipe for disaster waiting to happen.”

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“Ah, so Revan was the one that subtly influenced the Sith Emperor into suing for peace to give the Republic and the Jedi some breathing room,” Celeste asked with a look of dawning realization. “Smart. But shame about Meetra…”

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“Their so-called Immortal Emperor was trying to make a **** Ritual where he would consume ALL LIFE IN THE GALAXY?!” She yelled, stunned. “And he almost succeeded?! Praise the **** for the Hero of Tython then...”

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“No! Don’t tell me Revan fell to the Dark side again,” Celeste groaned, feeling disappointed and sad.

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“Wait what? He was so powerful and attuned to both sides of the **** that his spirit split in two, divided between light and dark?” The Jedi out of time, said, bewildered. “I had no idea something like that was possible.”

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“A SECOND empire in the Unknown Regions?!” She huffed, feeling pulling her hair. “That Vitiate, Valkorion or however he wanted to call himself had way too much time on his hands.”

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“They conquered the Galactic Republic AND the Sith Empire?!” Celeste asked in outrage, feeling the urge to make several curses not befitting a Jedi. “And shoved the Hero of Tython in carbonite for 5 years?”

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“An Alliance of between Jedi, Sith and other **** using operatives under the ledership of the Hero of Tython?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. “Not sure what to make of that but I guess the armies of Zakuul were a common enemy for all of them.”

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“What do you mean Valkorion’s spirit was sharing the body of the Hero of Tython” Celeste asked in alarm. “That is not going to end well…”

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“I knew he was going to betray him once he reached the Eternal Throne! I knew it!” She shouted, feeling furious as she tried to picture the entire scene in her mind.

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“What’s good for Valiyn is good for her scum of a father indeed,” Celeste declared she narrowed her eyes.

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“The Eternal Alliance,” The Jedi out of time mused. “That does have a nice ring to it, I have to admit.”

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“Wait! I need to know more!” She begged. “We have only covered the first few centuries after I fell asleep.”

“Yes, but they were the most eventful centuries until about 1000 years before our current present,” Barris told her. “And I am hungry. So, we can cover the New Sith Wars, the Russaan Reformation, the creation of the Rule of Two and more later.”

“Oh. Well, alright,” Celeste said in acceptance. “Still, thank you very much for catching me up with some of the major events I missed. You seem to like Jedi history quite a bit.”

The Mirialan shrugged, “I was always a very academically minded Jedi. But regardless, glad I could be of help. I will send food for us to your room. Then we can continue. And hopefully, our leader will be able to join us soon.”

“Your leader? You mean the one that defeated Karness Murr?” The time displaced human asked. “Is he the Grand Master of this time?”

“In a manner of speaking,” Barris replied. “But for that to make sense, there are more historical developments you need to learn. We will get to that soon, though.”

“Very well then.”

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Before returning to the Imperial Palace, you received a message from Padme to come meet her at the Imperial Executive Building. You are content to leave most Senate affairs to your wife and only make a few appearances only to assure the Senate that the security of the Empire is maintained. The executive building itself hasn't changed much. Your personal history inside is still very fresh.

Instead of arriving at the buildings well known spaceport, you dock at a private hanger and travel through the secret passageways Palpatine had made throughout the building up to the entrance of your wife’s office. The same office your predecessor once inhabited during his chancellorship. The same office where you ‘turned’ to the dark side and became Darth Vader. Of course this was just a step to your rise to true power.

“Come in my love.” Said Padme. Sitting at her desk facing a group of senators. “Our talks can continue another time. Good evening senators.”

One by one, they rise from their chairs respectfully bowing to you and Padme as they left. Once the door closed you were set upon by a searing kiss from your wife. Your breath sucked away before returning.

“Happy to see you too, but what’s the occasion?” You asked.

“I heard there was an explosion at the ISB.” She replied.

“A malfunctioning engine on a confiscated ship. Nothing to be concerned over.”

She nodded. “Good cover story, however that is not what I wanted to discuss. The hutts have been encroaching on more trade routes. This alliance isn't going to last for much longer.”

“It was inevitable, In time we will not need to tolerate their presence in the galaxy. Everything goes according to plan.” You sad confidently.

Padme smiled and wrapped her arms around you. “Shall we move to a more intimate room and put aside the politics?”

“Lead the way.” You replied and Padme took you by the hand, leading you to the bed chambers of the head office. As you walked up to the door, Padme turned to undress your robes and plant a kiss. When the door was finally open, your wife guided you into the chambers breaking the kiss and directing your eyes to the occupied bed at the end of the room. A pair of gorgeous women who looked almost like Padme laid naked and snug against each-other.

“I had a few friends visit me while you were away. Sache and Yane were two of my former handmaidens.” Padme said curled up behind you. The two of them waved to you.

“Nice to meet you to.” You responded.

“They married not long ago and they came to me with a ‘unique’ request, they want to have children, and I know just who to ask.”

Padme finished with your clothes until you had nothing left. Her hands reached down and began stroking your now erect member.

“I take it that you agree? It feels pretty obvious. Why don’t you enjoy your presents and I’ll be with you in a minute.” Padme gesturing to the bed.

You climbed into the bed to greet the two married lesbian lovers who awestruck by your physical perfection.

“No need to be nervous ladies, I’ll make this very pleasurable for you both.” You chuckled.

Yane spoke up, “We have never been with a man before.”

“I’m the only one you need.” You reached out to them and with the **** entered their minds and began to work your magic. Sache and Yane began to moan uncontrollably as your power made their senses increase to new levels of pleasure.

You move in between the Handmaidens and take your fingers into each of the newlyweds. Padme slowly undressed while watching and circling the room from the background. With an almost surgical precision, your fingers move and break the two into an orgasim.

"When my wife said I'd be seeding you two, she really didn't say who."

Grabbing the two handmaidens, you threw Yane to the bed and Sache on top of her. Their pussies stacked nicely to each-other, you guided your cock and slid into the lucky winner. Yane cried out when her walls parted to accept your growing member.

A/N: Thanks go to Forcy for co-writing this one. As always, make suggestions if you got any.