A whole new reality; Mo-Wol

In the vastness of space, the Manjida war fleet was  heading back towards the  throne world; they had just eradicated house Lron on orders from the heads of faith and war.  The fleet of 300 warships  slowly made their way through the solar system at top speed.

 At the front of this massive fleet was  a Cordon annihilator class vessel,  where the homing beacon was kept that led the fleet on its way back to Mo-Wol.

One of the war priests stood in the main deck where the loot from the planet was kept,  he was cleaning his Scyon blade with a cloth when he saw a crewman walking by.  He called out to the crewman in the tongue of the faith.

“Ravan zi Matra’thar khiran en solari-dav; davar Fidhar-Morid zi varith en ha” [translation: arrival to the mother world is within the solar day, tell the high priest that the shipment is here”]  causing the crewman to nod and scurry away to transmit the message to the golden temple palace on the capital world of Mo-Wol.

The Varangian soldiers of house Manjida walked around the halls of the massive ships, singing the traditional hymns of war or  performing rituals that kept their sense of touch sharp as could be in hopes of one day competing against the venerated Janissaries of the mother world who had been the dominant warriors for centuries. 

In the bowels of the ship where the massive Carthian engines rumbled as they powered the large drive, the crew wore  oxygen tanks and inhaled air mixed with a special performance enhancing substance so they could survive the harsh energy flames that the engines emitted. 

On the bridge the main technicians and captain were hard at work coordinating the fleet's movements, and in the middle of all this chaos…………was duke  Chan Manjida. He had just  crushed house Lron in one night and was feeling very triumphant.  At his side was his wife, Duchess  Yeji……..sister of   Princeps fidei imperatoris San Harko. 

“You’re lucky you know? Sanctum Fidharan wouldn’t have sanctioned this attack without me” Yeji purs,  stepping in front of him and letting her hand slide along her husband's chest as she played with his armor. 

Chan responded, “Yes I owe it all to you darling”  his deep voice rumbling as his  power gloved hand grabbed her chin and  he kissed her lustfully.   The technicians and officers tried not to stare, as the noise of  the sloppy kissing  and groping couple echoed throughout the bridge. 

Their moment was interrupted by the admiral, an old man with a scarred face and stern bearing clearing his throat. “Lord, Lady. please continue your……..mating in your private quarters. My crew needs to focus”.

Yeji pulled away, pouting at the officer for a moment  before  turning back to Chan  and taking his hand “Let’s go somewhere……..private” and dragging him out of the bridge and into the elevator that led to the innards of the vessel, pressing the button to the private quarters decks. 

“Neon dalin sekra-nar, moj zygra hwari” Chan muttered in his native tongue Majideon,as the elevator door closed. His eyes blazed with hunger as He held his wife flush against him.

Yeji’s face turned into a grin, once the door opened she pulled away and walked to their private quarters making sure to put an extra sway in her hips.  “Are you coming, Taremu?” she asked him, voice like velvet as she stepped into their quarters.  [translation; Taremu is the word for husband in the language of house Manjida] 

Chan moved swiftly as he stalked his way to the room, opening the door to find his wife half naked, dress peeling off the upper half of her body. It lit a fire inside him as his loins boiled.

Yeji  turned around to face him, the dim light sparkled across her milky skin, allowing the swell of her breasts and her brown nipples to glimmer. 

Chan’s member slowly began to come to lift, as he stood there watching the rest of that sinful little dress peel down her legs.  Leaving her bare  for the neverending space outside the window to see…….and for him. 

It happened in a flash, Chan’s body was moving before his  clothes could  hit the floor  and he was grabbing Yeji and pulling her into a smoldering kiss.  Their kiss was sloppy, as Yeji’s body was pressed flush into her husband's chest as he manhandled her plump rear. 

Yeji broke the kiss to catch her breath, panting while she looked into Chan’s eyes as he slapped her plump butt. Making her whimper in response.  She reached down and wrapped her slim fingers around his pulsing member, beginning to slowly stroke him. Leaving her thumb on the tip to smear and precum that came out. 

“You like that? Like my pretty fingers wrapped around this thick slab of meat?” she taunts him, purposefully slowing her pumps even further just to torture her husband. 

Chan bit back  a grunt, his poor member was throbbing in her hands and he knew that he couldn’t win against her. 

Yeji let go of him and stepped back, before making her way to the bed and laying down. 

“Come get me, handsome” She taunted him again.

That night the couple didn’t sleep at all. Too busy being caught up in their passion.

[time skip~~~~~]

Jeong-in  jolted awake with a gasp, eyes snapping open to what seemed to be the inside of  a bacta  pod. He felt an oxygen mask attached to his face that was keeping him conscious but something was off……..he recalls being shot in the back by a Varangian before going unconscious. Now he’s in a  pod in what seems to be a Manjida war-vessel, specifically the main inner area just below the gundeck. His pod was positioned to get a perfect view of the vastness of space.

He looked around him and saw 5 other  pods which looked to have clones inside………..but when he looked in front of him and saw his reflection his heart stopped for a moment. Because staring back at him in his reflection………..was a young woman staring right back at him.  She was pretty, not the  over-excessive type of pretty or the naughty kind of pretty…………but pretty    He waited for the girl to move so he could see his reflection without her being in the way, but nothing happened. It dawned on him……………this was his reflection.

He looked at his hands………..they were softer looking, thinner and his skin was much paler than it used to be.  He had no idea what was going on, He couldn’t remember anything at all, his mind was fuzzy. Someone walked over to the pod he was in so Jeong-in closed his eyes. It was an apothecary who was holding what looked to be a gaganton battery, probably for the pods that he and the 5 others were in. 

The apothecary pressed the gaganton battery into the socket of Jeong-in’s pod and he suddenly felt sleep slowly begin to take him once again, the battery’s main purpose was to pump more nutrients rich gel inside  that liquified when inside the pod. The gel put Jeong-in to sleep almost instantly.

The 600 ships of the Manjida war fleet made their way through the solar system slowly, to avoid running into the spice runners   of house Rami who are infamous for their abilities as infiltrators and trackers  due to their acute sense of smell. 

“Orizonha čistja, mya nadun v’Cesarja rjomha, soljarne pyet chasa napred”   crackled over the radio from the flagship to the other vessels. They would be entering the territorial boundary of the home world within the next 5 hours. 

“Kopja, silha oruzje-groha, enerja v’drivom povratun” Came the response from the vanguard. 

The fleet moved into a tighter formation as they sped up since house Rami’s spice runners  avoided Cesarian space. 

And as they came into the territorial space of Mo-Wol a message came over the coms.

“Heta Mo-Wol Sovitar kosma-laivasto ha onta; iska-ka identa-reflekta-si, va senda-ka kodo-si, vai amparen.”  [“This is the Mo-Wol Janissary space flotilla, strike your identification reflectors and transmit your code or be fired upon.”]

It was the Janissary space flotilla, the professional military of the Republic under the command of the Supreme Soviet and the 3 imperators.  This massive fleet outnumbered  the Manjida fleet 30 to one and had warships ten times the size as well.

The Manjida fleet turned on their identifying reflectors and transmitted their access codes stamped with their house insignia and the sigil of the Arthraxian Republic.  With the duke in his chambers plowing his wife the admiral did most of the communicating with the Janissary commodore. 

The admiral had one of the ensigns relay this message to the commodore. “No’re Manjidar Dukflota, ima prava dalin na’domsol. Kosmar sra’ju te.” 

The situation was tense, if the commodore ordered an attack then the entire fleet of Manjida would be destroyed.  A minute went by, then ten and then 20. 

Finally the reply came. 

The transponder crackled before the message came through “Kodo arasken, te olete vapra-kulon.”

They were allowed passage as the large flotilla moved to the side to let them pass. The great  and mighty fleet of the Republic inspired awe in the Manjida crewman as well as fear. 

Chan walked back onto the bridge, face flushed and his clothes wrinkled with marks along his neck.  He walked right over to the admiral, looking out the windows of the bridge.

       “It’s large isn’t it?” He muttered to the old admiral, he’d known the man since he was a little boy.  Admiral Garviel Loken had served in the navy of the Republic during the unification war.  Kept alive through cybernetics. 

 “I’ve seen larger fleets.” Admiral Loken replied, his voice gruff. The older man looked at the duke, “I believe we should kill the prisoners”.

Chan turned his head, he knew Loken was correct and that any prisoners left alive besides the looted clones would be a liability. 

“You’re right…….we can’t keep them sustained on Mo-Wol without the Supreme Soviet causing an uproar”.  He relented, walking to the intercom for the ship. Pressing the button  and spoke into it “Zarobja uklonhae.”.

With one order, the 300 house Lron prisoners were loaded into the airlocks and released into space en masse. 

The prisoners all froze as their corpses floated through the vastness of space.  The Manjida soldiers jeered at their demise, thinking of it as revenge for comrades lost during the attack. 

Another hour passed and they finally reached the planet,  the  orbital fortress port that was above the planet, a behemoth of Arthraxian engineering with its 600 hidden gun batteries was a sight to behold. 

Only the flagship was allowed to enter the planet's atmosphere, the rest of the fleet had to dock at the orbital port.  Chan reluctantly agreed to this after discussing it with Admiral Loken.   As the flagship approached to enter the atmosphere, they could see the red shield be taken down to allow them entry. Revealing a lush tropical ocean world with massive cities that roamed the vast ocean as moving islands  weaving around the  static islands where the clone labor slaves toiled.