Into the Chaos

Into the Chaos -- Author's note.

Welcome to the third chapter of my story 'Into the Chaos'. A Sci-fi story that just happens to take place in the Unknown Regions of the Star Wars universe just after the Great Galactic War, almost 4000 years before the events of the movies.

As I said, this is the sixth chapter and if you haven't read the previous ones, I recommend that you do that first.

Disclaimer

: I do not own or hold any rights to any Star Wars licenses, including the star ships used in this story.

Some warnings

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This is an erotic sci-fi adventure, meaning that there will be both sex and violence, but I don't mix the two.

This story is posted on the Literotica website and the author does not give permission for it to be reposted or reprinted anywhere else without consent.

P.S. The series is self-edited, so any mistakes are mine, though I now have a proofreader, that can catch missing words ect. Thanks to Jessejames932006 for doing that.

P.P.S. While you're here anyway, please rate the chapter and leave a comment :)

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Chapter 6 -- Following the plan

Dreadnought Majestic, Snare system, the Labyrinth nebula

"Your men depend on you to carefully analyse every tactical situation,

"to maximize the resources at your disposal, to think under pressure,

"and then to lead them by personal example."

From the Holy Book of War

Going green - month 3

Two months after we started the education, I held an evaluation meeting with Jander San, XO Betty Nagos and Administrator Atare. As usual Resa was also present as she had become my personal assistant, eliminating the need to write anything down.

Despite the initial problems I've had with Administrator Atare, he seemed to have finally understood, or at least had explained to him, the seriousness of the situation we were in and now and actually worked with us instead of against us.

For the most part, everybody was satisfied with how things were progressing. The majority of the damage to the Imperial ships had been repaired and the education was right on track.

There was one exception: There were still people that really didn't had the talent for any of the jobs we were trying to educate people into.

"It's not that they don't want to work, sir." Explained Administrator Atare. "They're just extremely bad at being spacers. At Jander San's suggestion, we made some of them into a team and tasked them to come up with some interior improvements to the ship and they have come up with a few suggestions that we all think have merit."

"Go on."

"First of all, they suggested that we change the lightning on the ship." Atare said. "The reddish hue reminds too many people of the Sith ships they either served on or were captured by."

I nodded and looked at Resa. "Are the colours of the lights computer controlled or must they be changed manually?"

The Blue LED on her temple blinked a few times and then she said. "Computer controlled, sir. What colour do you want, and do you want me to change it now?"

"It can wait until the next sleep period, but otherwise a nice white golden light like the one on Duchess would be fine."

"I can do that whenever you like."

"Thank you."

Jander San took over. "Most of the people here are former slaves and to be honest, they don't have that much." He held up a hand. "I know that they have all the necessities provided for them, but they have suggested that we use a portion of the loot from the Chariot to create shops on the capital ships, where people can buy things, using credits they get from working." He scratched an ear as he thought. "I know it also requires that we make a system for it, but that shouldn't take long."

"That is doable." I said slowly. It sounded a lot like the system in the Chiss Ascendancy and that had worked well for many years. "But the difference between lowest and highest number of credits given have to be small. The spacehands and techs work just as hard as the higher-level officers, if not harder."

He nodded with a smile. "I like that."

"Then have them write up a suggestion for a system and when we have confirmed that, we can set it into motion." I decided. "What's the next suggestion?"

Betty Nagos tapped the datapad. "A cantina or other social hub on the capital ships, where the off-duty people can meet, play holochess or other games, listen to music and get together. Perhaps even get a little something to eat."

Again, it was an excellent suggestion, especially with a crew as mixed as the one we had.

"Two things." I said after having thought about it. "No alcohol or other intoxicating substances and most ordinary things must be free of charge. It should be a place of relaxation and not a place where they will have to think about if they have the credits to get another cup of tea."

"Agreed." Said Betty Nagos with a smile. "And that brings us to the next suggestion, which is entertainment... or rather, lack there off. Especially holovid shows."

"Yes?"

"Have you seen any of the shows that are available on the computer?"

"No, I haven't had time for that."

"Lucky you." Mumbled Jandar San. It was obviously louder than he had intended it to be because it was followed by a "Sorry, sir, but they're really bad. With the exception of those imported from the Duchess and the other civilian craft, it's all Imperial propaganda disguised as something else."

"So, what is the suggestion?"

"A couple of the techs have asked permission to produce their own show, using 3D animations." Explained the XO and tapped her datapad. "Take a look at this."

One of the screens flickered to life, showing the interior of Mantis D5 as we raced to catch Lord Mahaw in the Alphe Viga system. I listened to the conversation, which sounded a lot like the real conversation we had during that encounter, while the view shifted to the outside showing the Mantis, as it launched a flight of capital ship missiles against Lord Mahaw's cruiser.

The scene went on for a while, intensity increasing as the combat started in earnest with the ships flinging turbo laser fire towards each other. They had even included a dramatic moment, where the missile pod was hit by a turbo laser and had been ripped off the Mantis.

"This looks fantastic. Did they make it with scanner data from the various ships?"

"Yes... or rather, it's based on that with some clever animation to boost it." Answered Resa. "But the scanner data was limited since we left the Mantis in the Epsilon Eta system. They swear they can do a much better job with the scan data from the other engagements. That's why they need your permission since it involves taking data from as many ships as possible."

Jandar San nodded. "They're among the freed slaves from Nodia Prime and started this because they were curious about what had happened before you guys rescued us." He smiled. "Personally, I think it's a fantastic idea, as it's not only entertaining, but also tells the story to the people that don't know it."

I thought about it for a moment. "They have my permission on a few conditions. First of all, it needs to be approved by the people in it. Secondly, they need to be reasonably accurate. I know that there have to be some artistic freedoms, but by and large, it must show what actually happened. Third, we need someone to look through the finished material and give the final approval before it's released."

Betty Nagos nodded. "I'll find someone to do that."

"Good."

"Now for the last suggestion," said Administrator Atare. "And this one is a little far out as it combines several of the suggestions we have already been through, aside from the entertainment part."

"That sounds intriguing." I said with a chuckle. "Do continue."

"We have an entire bay meant for Imperial walkers, but we don't have any onboard and to be honest I think it's a design flaw, as getting a transport ship large enough to transport Walkers into the hangar is going to be problematic to say the least."

That sentence proved that he hadn't had time to go over the ships and see what they could do, or that he simply didn't understand how warships functioned.

"It's not a design flaw, Administrator Atare." I gently corrected him and called up the plan of the ship. "The walker hangar is placed there to ease loading and unloading them along with the troops. The Dragon-class Dreadnought can make landfall, as can every ship in this fleet."

"Really?!" He said with surprise on his face. "Well, it can when you say so, it's just unusual for a military ship this large to be able to do that."

"Oh, I agree, but they can." I pointed at the plan of the ship. "This wall can be lowered, allowing the walkers to go into the main hangar, from where they can be transported to the ground."

"Good to know, Commodore... and it just makes the suggestion even better." His smile became larger, as he called up a drawing on his datapad and showed it to me.

It took me a moment to understand what I was seeing. As a hangar intended for the almost eight metres tall and twenty metres long Manka Class Armored Transport, the room was ten metres from floor to the ceiling and the designer had made use of that, by adding grow-towers that looked like trees, as plants grew on them.

In between the clusters of grow-towers, there were vertical gardens that looked like giant hedges, except for the fact that there were openings in them, enabling people to see through them. The only exception to that was at the walls, where the vertical gardens went all the way up as a wall of green plants.

Between the towers and vertical gardens, a cosy looking walkway snaked in between the towers and the 'hedges'. There were many smaller areas with places to sit, cantinas, shops and even a stage for plays or music.

"I take it that this matches the size of the unused hangar?"

Jander San nodded. "Yes, it does."

"Can it be done?" I asked, studying the drawing. "And why should we do it?"

"According to the mechanics and the agricultural techs, it's fairly simple and will add a lot of oxygen and food. All the plants are edible and are grown in the towers or the vertical gardens which are designed to be used in zero gravity." He glanced at his notes. "According to the engineers, this park area equals at least seven hundred thousand square metres of intensively farmed land. Along with the rest of the plants on the ship, that alone is enough to supply us with oxygen and together with all the other plants on the ship..." He gestured in the direction of the four encased plants that stood by one wall, the transparent casing adding light to the room. "... it will give enough produce to supply the crew with fresh food every day, even if we get a full crew at some point."

I thought for a moment. Not about the project, because without any walkers onboard, that was really a no-brainer, but about the amount of inventiveness that had come from my simple order of making an organic carbon scrubber.

Now we not only had such a one, but with the vertical hydroponic gardens in one cargo hold, plants all over the ship and now this 'park area', it was turning out to be one of the most unusual warships I had ever been on or even heard about.

Getting an idea, I called up the specs for the cruisers on my datapad and studied that for a moment. Unlike the two Dreadnoughts, the cruisers did have some Manka-class armored transport onboard, but only half of what they could carry. That left enough hangar space for this project to happen on the cruisers as well.

"All right, people. I'm going to run with this in a big way. The empty Manka-hangars on both dreadnoughts are yours and so are hangar C2 on the cruisers." I called up the different ships in the battlegroup on the datapad. "The Drake-class Frigates are too small for what you suggest but find some free space on the Delta-class carrier and the Gage-Class, when Keller is done repairing it. I doubt that the Kraken have any free space you can have, but please ask Keller anyway."

Jander San's eyes widened. "Do we even have enough materials for that?"

"I don't know, but if not, we have the biggest junkyard in this part of the galaxy right outside and we can get what we need from the other ships here."

He nodded slowly. "Good point, sir."

"Get this project up and running on all the major ships. The more food we can produce ourselves, the better." I looked at Betty Nagos. "XO, you organize this. The more people we can get to help on this, the faster it will be done... oh, and when we get more time, have a team of people search the civilian transporters and freighters out there for anything useful. We have a lot of free cargo space and we might as well use it."

"Yes, sir."

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After the meeting, I discovered that it was time for training, so I took a bag with some extra clothes and a towel and ventured down to the training facilities to spar with Tristana, Elanore, and Anna. As I had suspected, the three Echani had been trained since childhood and they were a lot better with a vibro-rapier than me.

At first it seemed like they didn't really believe that I was serious about it, but after I had explained the connection between the vibro-rapier and the lightfoil to them, they understood why I wanted to learn more. After a few training sessions where I had asked them to press me as much as they thought would help, they even grudgingly accepted that I was serious and from that point on, our three weekly training sessions had become exactly the learning experience I had hoped for.

Admittedly, the training was harder than anything I had ever experienced before, being even more intense and physically demanding than the fencing training at the academy or as a Praetorian, but on the bright side I could feel my skills increasing, so I kept coming back for more.

This time, however, it was only Tristana standing there, but the fire in her eyes warned me that she intended to put me to the test.

I wasn't wrong about that. For almost an hour, she drove me through every move, attack, and parry, as well as any combination of the three that the three sisters had taught me during the last two months, correcting any small mistake I made.

Then it became even harder as we moved to sparring. Normally, I would have the advantage of being taller and thus having a greater reach, but Tristana was an Echani and blindingly fast, so I had to spend most of my time on the defence, parrying or dodging her attacks, while trying to find her weak points.

It took me a while and my arms were getting tired, before I realised that as long as I let her do most of the attacking, Tristana didn't really have any weak points. Her style was close to perfect for the vibro-rapier, and I would become tired a long time before she did. At least when using the same style.

It simply suited her better and she even looked extremely good executing it, dressed in shorts that were easy to move in and showed off both the feminine swell of her hips and her long well-shaped legs, while the tight-fitting tank-top not only kept her breasts in place, but also left no doubt that they were as big, well-shaped and tempting as Shakka's or Iska's.

The training sword darted towards me and without thinking, I parried and when she shifted her weight to the front leg for a follow-up strike, I parried that attack as well and, using a move from Pretorian close-combat, swept the leg away from under her.

She went down, but the moment she hit the mats covering the floor, she lashed out with her legs and swept me off my feet as well and, despite my efforts to avoid it, caused me to land on top of her, pinning her to the floor.

For a moment, my red eyes locked with her silver ones and it was like a spark passed between us as I suddenly became aware of her body under me. The womanly curves, the swell of her chest as it pressed against mine and her warm breath on my face.

Then the world moved as she used the ground to roll us over so she was on top of me, but to my surprise, she didn't try to finish the combat. Instead, she kept eye contact as she leaned closer to me and whispered. "Commander Yaki says that it's forbidden for a superior officer to make the first move, so I have to ask if you have anything against kissing me?"

Speechless, I managed to shake my head and a moment later her soft lips met mine in a kiss. Our tongues tentatively touched between lips, then explored deeper as we went further. My hands circled her waist as the first few testing moments passed and then we were kissing in earnest.

With a groan, she pressed her body against mine and I could feel myself getting hard and pressing against her. She clearly felt it as well, because she moved her hips slightly, grinding her crotch against my hard dick, which also made her breasts press pleasantly against my chest. In return, I slid my hands from her waist to her well-shaped ass, fondling the firm, yet soft, cheek.

Still kissing me, she managed to get out of the top of her training clothes, allowing me to catch a glimpse of a dark red bra that looked shockingly colourful against her pale skin.

As soon as she had dropped the training top on the floor, I took a firmer grip on her ass and rolled over, so I was on top of her. In that position, her weight wasn't on me, giving me room to take off my own training shirt.

Just as I had done that, Tristana flashed me a smile and dragged me down for a kiss. I complied, but after we had kissed a little, she rolled us both over once more and took off her bra without a hint of hesitation, freeing her breasts.

They were just as well-shaped and pale as the rest of her body, the pale skin making the red areolas with the even darker nipples look shockingly colourful in comparison, somehow reminding me of fresh berries on top of a mound of ice cream. Berries that just begged to be stroked, kissed, licked and sucked on.

Using my hands on her magnificent ass for leverage, I pulled myself closer and gave one of those tempting berries a lick and a kiss, causing her to moan softly and wrap her arms around my head, pressing my mouth against her breast. Sucking the hard nipple into my mouth, I flicked the tip of my tongue over it, feeling shivers running through her.

The position was a little awkward for my neck, so I rolled us over again, so I could be on top with plenty of room to enjoy her fabulous breasts. Her moaning became more intense as I continued to caress her tits, licking and kissing them all over, while paying special attention to her hard nipples.

Fun as it was, I wanted more and moved down her body, kissing the soft skin of her flat belly, my tongue making small swirls with every kiss.

The downward movement had landed me on my knees and I took advantage of that by removing the weight of my body from her, hooked my fingers on the edge of her training shorts and pulled gently. Tristana understood my intention immediately and lifted her butt from the training mats, so I could pull the shorts down along with her panties. When they were on the middle of her thighs, she lowered her butt to the mat once again and lifted her legs, enabling me to take her shorts off completely before lowering her legs again, placing one leg on each side of me.

That gave me an unobstructed view of her pussy and it was a work of art, with swollen lips shining pink against the pale white skin, surrounded by a sparse bush of soft silvery hair.

Instead of going directly for her pussy, I placed my hands on her soft, firm thighs gently caressing them, the blue of my hands creating a striking contrast against her white skin. She shivered as I teased her by running my nails over her skin, my hand moving slightly higher up her thigh. Her breathing had become heavier, more ragged as I went, showing her excitement.