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As Jin-Woo and Morgan walked through the peaceful outskirts of Naboo's countryside, they were already a good two kilometers away from Palpatine and the bustling city.
Morgan floated lazily beside him, arms folded behind her back.
"Not gonna get angry that we almost blew our cover, my husband?" she asked with a teasing smile.
Jin-Woo kept walking.
"Nope," he said casually. "My Perfect Unnoticed skill works flawlessly.
As long as none of us use our Monarch power outright, we're invisible to everyone who matters."
Morgan chuckled softly under her breath.
"Can I kill his master, then?" she asked lightly. "Plagueis, wasn't it? Rob his abilities... like you did with Caedus?"
Jin-Woo shook his head slightly, his voice calm and patient.
"Not yet. We've got plenty of time before the main event that's supposed to happen here on Naboo. I suppose it's better if, for now, we make our names known... as ourselves."
Morgan's smile widened, a glint of satisfaction in her eyes.
"About time," she said. "I don't like being referred to as a 'he.' I'm a queen, not a spy."
She paused for a second, tilting her head thoughtfully.
"Also... Rey. You haven't met her yet," Morgan said casually. "It's been nine years since you two last saw each other."
Jin-Woo raised an eyebrow slightly, as if genuinely surprised.
"How's Rey doing, anyway?" he asked. "Honestly... I kinda forgot I left her back at Zeta Halo."
Morgan chuckled again, a rare genuine sound from her.
"She still complains," Morgan said with amusement. "You left her alone, after all.
Even though you're her rescuer from that slave pit. And don't worry—I've been training her. Taught her how to fight like a fairy would."
Jin-Woo's mouth curved into a small, faint smile as he walked alongside her, the quiet fields of Naboo stretching out behind them.
Without breaking stride, Morgan lifted her hand casually, a pinkish gateway swirling open before them, humming with soft, restrained energy.
"Shall we go to Kamino, my husband?" she asked, her voice light but with a glint of eagerness behind it.
Jin-Woo glanced at the portal and chuckled quietly.
"You really want an army that badly?" he said dryly. "Isn't your Fairy Death Knight enough?
Though... I did intend to go to Kamino eventually. Didn't expect it to be now."
Morgan smirked, tilting her head slightly.
"I only want to gift the best to my husband," she said sweetly. "Besides...
Your army numbers more than ten million already—and they're all immortals.
Shouldn't I, at the very least, be able to accomplish one-fourth of what my husband can?"
Jin-Woo's smile widened slightly, his gaze soft with amusement.
Without hesitation, they both stepped into the swirling portal, disappearing from Naboo's sunlight.
The pinkish gateway folded closed behind them
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On Kamino, within the heart of Tipoca City, Minister Lama Su sat quietly in his private chamber, a large, meticulously bound book open before him.
The constant hum of the city's systems, the soft thrumming of rain against the windows—it was all the same routine, the same rhythm he had known for decades.
His long, pale fingers turned another page, his focus undisturbed—until a sudden chime from his holo-communicator broke the stillness.
The small blue projection of Taun We flickered to life in front of him.
"Minister Lama Su," Taun We said, her voice carrying an unusual hint of urgency. "Can you check the weather outside yourself?"
Lama Su let out a slow, tired sigh, not bothering to hide his weariness.
"Same as always," he said dismissively. "Clouds. Heavy rain. Endless storms. The same as it's been for generations."
Taun We hesitated for a moment before replying.
"Right now... the rain is pinkish-purple," she said carefully. "And the sea itself has gone unnaturally calm.
Also... the sky—it's cleared."
Lama Su froze, the book sliding forgotten from his hand.
His usually expressionless face twitched slightly, a rare flicker of true concern.
"What?" Lama Su said sharply, .
Already, he was rising from his seat, moving swiftly toward the observation windows.
As he approached, his gaze fell upon something utterly unnatural—something that should not exist on Kamino.
From the cleared sky above Tipoca City, a Pinkish Purple staircase had emerged, descending like a bridge of light directly to the entrance of the main hangar.
And upon that staircase, two figures were calmly making their way down.
A woman—her posture graceful yet commanding—descended first, her presence subtle yet oppressive in its refinement.
Beside her, a man walked with casual indifference, as if the entire world around him barely warranted his notice.
Lama Su's eyes narrowed slightly.
He pressed a button on the panel beside him, reactivating the holo-communicator.
"Taun We," he said with a rare note of urgency. "Prepare the reception chamber immediately.
We must ready ourselves for... a great guest. I suspect it is the woman—the way she looks at this planet and this city... As if she already sees it as hers."
Taun We bowed slightly through the projection.
"It will be done, Minister," she said calmly.
The transmission ended.
Lama Su exhaled slowly, composing himself, though a sliver of unease gnawed at the edge of his calm.
He straightened his robes, muttering quietly to himself.
"Just like another day dealing with a customer," he said under his breath, as if the words alone could steady his racing mind.
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Meanwhile, outside, on the landing platform beneath the stormy—but strangely calm—skies of Kamino, Jin-Woo and Morgan were the ones descending the pinkish staircase.
Jin-Woo glanced at Morgan with a faint sigh.
"I gave you the Monarch power and position," he said dryly, "and you started making everything a spectacle."
Morgan smirked without shame, her hands lazily resting behind her back as she floated down the last steps.
"Shouldn't a Monarch act like a lord of worlds?" she said smoothly. "Besides...
Don't tell me the Shadow Monarch is some guy who prefers sneaking around like an assassin."
Jin-Woo gave a small shrug, unbothered.
"I make my spectacle," he said calmly, "only if I'm sure I'll win. But everything's pretty fine for now."
As they stepped onto the Kaminoan platform, the heavy rains parting gently around them, Jin-Woo shifted the conversation.
"The Knight of Zakuul DNA tanks... they can be used," he said thoughtfully.
"It'll be fun to have a million-strong army of Force wielders."
Morgan chuckled lightly, her steps graceful against the metallic surface.
"And when they die," she said, amused, "they'll immediately transform into undead Death Knights. Still below your Shadow Knights, of course... since yours are truly immortal."
She tapped her chin thoughtfully before continuing.
"While mine... if my project is completed... They'll probably only have two or three chances at revival."
Before the conversation could continue further, the grand doors of Tipoca City's main entrance slid open with a smooth, mechanical hum.
Standing at the threshold were Lama Su and Taun We, both dressed in formal Kaminoan robes, their tall, slender forms silhouetted against the pristine interior lighting.
Lama Su stepped forward, bowing his long neck slightly in greeting.
"Welcome, great guests, to Tipoca City," Lama Su said with practiced elegance. "I hope you have—"
Before he could finish, Jin-Woo's voice cut sharply across the space, calm but absolute.
"Let's talk business," Jin-Woo said flatly. "My Queen wants to see your Kaminoans' expertise firsthand."
For a brief second, Morgan almost broke her carefully maintained regal composure.
Inside, she cringed slightly.
Jin-Woo... this is embarrassing... I'm supposed to be beneath you, not the other way around...
She managed to maintain her serene, noble facade, even as her thoughts grumbled silently.
Lama Su, ever the professional, quickly adapted, nodding without missing a beat.
"Of course," Lama Su said smoothly. "Please, follow me."
He and Taun We turned gracefully, leading the way deeper into the gleaming white corridors of Tipoca City.
The sterile air, the soft hum of machinery, and the endless pristine halls stretched around them in seamless elegance.
Jin-Woo and Morgan followed silently.
Eventually, they arrived at the guest chamber—a large, oval-shaped room, its design minimalistic but immaculate.
Lama Su was already seated across from them, with Morgan elegantly settling herself into the opposite seat.
Beside her, Jin-Woo stood like a silent bodyguard, arms folded loosely, his presence heavy and unshakable.
Taun We, standing respectfully near Lama Su's side, tilted her head slightly, her voice soft.
"You seem tense, sir," she said toward Jin-Woo. "Are you all right?"
Jin-Woo answered flatly, his voice calm and disinterested.
"Just normal habit," he said. "Please, speak with my Queen, Minister Lama Su."
Understanding the arrangement, Lama Su adjusted his posture slightly, addressing Morgan directly.
"May I know your name, Queen?" Lama Su asked politely.
Morgan smiled faintly, resting her chin lightly on her hand.
"You can call me Morgan," she said smoothly. "I heard you Kaminoans are very good at cloning."
Lama Su inclined his head with a hint of pride.
"We are the best," he said confidently. "I suppose no one can match our expertise in the field of cloning."
Morgan's smile grew slightly sharper.
"Have you ever cloned a Jedi?" she asked casually, though her eyes glinted with interest.
Lama Su hesitated only for a breath before answering with practiced diplomacy.
"I'm sorry," he said. "Our clones are only capable of mimicking the physical characteristics and muscular strength of the original. They do not possess the use of what you call the Force... or control over midichlorians."
Before the conversation could drift further, Jin-Woo moved.
With a casual motion, he pulled something massive from behind him—a large tank, sleek and heavily secured, filled with the swirling genetic material of the original Knights of Zakuul.
The tank landed with a heavy thud beside him, softly hissing from the pressure release.
Lama Su's gaze flickered toward the object, but he showed no sign of outward surprise at Jin-Woo's spectacle.
Instead, he calmly asked, his voice measured:
"May I inquire... what are those?"
Morgan smiled again, reclining slightly in her seat.
"The personal army you will build for me," she said smoothly. "Those are the materials you'll need."
Her voice dropped into a tone that brokered no argument.
"My condition is simple:
Do not accelerate their growth hormones unnaturally. No age acceleration experiments.
When they reach the stage of trained children... I will come personally to oversee their final conditioning."
Lama Su nodded slowly, absorbing the command.
However, he raised one gloved hand diplomatically.
"We still require their physical appearance," he said carefully. "We must avoid creating... unfit or grotesque abominations. Tipoca City does not tolerate... failures becoming our legacy."
Jin-Woo, still silent until now, calmly lifted his hand.
He activated his holocommunicator—a faint red Offensive Bias sigil flickering briefly on the device before the projection expanded into full view.
A large, clear hologram materialized between them, displaying two distinct figures:
Arcann and Thexan—the once-proud sons of Valkorion, clad in their ceremonial armor, standing tall and regal.
Jin-Woo's voice remained steady, almost bored.
"They were once proud members of the Knights of Zakuul," Jin-Woo said.
"You will use their appearances as the template for each clone you create."
Morgan leaned forward slightly, her smile amused.
"It means," she said casually, "you will create one million Arcanns and one million Thexans.
A total of two million soldiers."
For the first time, Lama Su's expression shifted ever so slightly—a twitch at the corner of his mouth.
"That's a tall order," he said dryly.
He allowed himself a small, humorless chuckle, adjusting the folds of his robe.
"I hope you have come prepared, then," Lama Su added smoothly. "As we only accept cash, you understand."
Jin-Woo tilted his head lazily, utterly unfazed.
"Does encrypted data card work?" he asked casually.
Without waiting for a response, Jin-Woo casually pulled one Encrypted Credit Data Card from his coat and tossed it lightly toward Taun We.
The Kaminoan caught it with slender fingers, glancing at it briefly.
Jin-Woo smirked.
"Make me liquid," he teased casually.
Taun We hesitated, blinking.
"It... needs a password," she said carefully.
Jin-Woo shrugged, still relaxed. "Yeah. The password is: 'Joever Bideney is here.'"
Morgan, standing beside him, let out a quiet chuckle, amused by the absurdity of it.
Taun We, on the other hand, froze slightly, her expression visibly confused.
She glanced at Lama Su, then back at Jin-Woo with a silent, professional Are you drunk? kind of look.
Lama Su's mouth twitched slightly before he spoke in a low, warning tone.
"Please refrain from speaking about the most wanted individual in the galaxy," Lama Su said.
"I've heard... he can destroy a planet with a mere blast from his palm."
Jin-Woo simply smiled faintly. "Just type it in,"
Taun We, with a small gulp, cautiously typed the phrase into the terminal.
A soft chime echoed a second later.
"It contains one hundred million credits," Taun We confirmed, her voice carefully neutral. "Easily liquidated into any account you wish."
Without a word, Jin-Woo casually dropped a briefcase onto the table, popping the lock open.
Inside were neatly arranged rows of 29,999 more encrypted data cards, all identical.
The atmosphere shifted immediately.
Lama Su stared for a moment longer, but years of negotiation had sharpened his instincts.
He composed himself quickly, speaking with professionalism.
"Then I shall place Queen Morgan on our Special Guest List," Lama Su said respectfully.
"However... given that you helped stabilize our climate conditions today, I must admit you are giving us far more than expected.
I was already prepared to offer you the total cloning project for 750 billion credits, discounts included."
Morgan smiled slightly, her voice cold and regal.
"Consider the excess a gesture," she said calmly.
"It will ensure your full allegiance to me. You may still serve other customers... but you will always report directly to me."
Jin-Woo leaned forward slightly, his voice low and final.
"And if a Jedi named Sifo-Dyas ever comes here..."
"You report to me immediately."
Lama Su gave a respectful nod, acknowledging the unspoken weight behind the command..
"May I know the name of the male individual?" Lama Su asked politely.
Jin-Woo didn't hesitate.
"You can call me Jin-Woo," he said simply.
Lama Su absorbed the answer without question, but there was a subtle shift in his posture—an understanding that this name, too, carried heavy significance.
"As for the task you have assigned to us," Lama Su continued, "it is greater than I initially anticipated.
It will effectively halt all other cloning programs should any other customers arrive during its execution."
He turned his gaze toward Morgan, bowing his head slightly.
"Queen Morgan... shall I reveal your name to them?"
Morgan, sitting regally with one leg crossed over the other, smiled faintly, her tone decisive.
"As an alias, you may refer to me as the Queen of Transfiguration."
She tilted her head gracefully, her next words carrying an effortless authority.
"And you will call Jin-Woo the Dark Knight from now on."
Lama Su placed one hand respectfully over his chest and bowed his long neck.
"Understood, Queen of Transfiguration."
For a brief moment, silence settled—only broken by a faint flicker of activity through Jin-Woo's mind.
Offensive Bias spoke directly to him in a calm, analytical voice.
"Supreme Executor," the AI reported. "Subject Rey has started to display... violent tendencies."
Morgan, noticing the slight change in Jin-Woo's expression, smiled knowingly without needing a word.
"The brat girl's finally growing up," she said lightly, clearly amused.
Jin-Woo simply nodded once, already preparing.
Without hesitation, he activated a Slipspace Transport, the air around them distorting with a low hum as a dimensional gate opened.
In a blink, both Jin-Woo and Morgan vanished through the portal, leaving only a faint whisper of displaced air behind.
Back inside the chamber, Taun We exhaled slowly, her composure struggling against the tension lingering in the room.
"I suppose," Taun We muttered quietly, "this day has been the hardest of my life."
Lama Su, ever composed, merely folded his hands behind his back, staring at the empty space where the two beings had stood.
"Prioritize the work first," Lama Su said calmly. "We must make our special guests proud with our performance. The Queen of Transfiguration has already settled our greatest problem."
At Zeta Halo, the Slipspace Transport folded open smoothly, depositing Jin-Woo and Morgan onto a field of soft green bushes and patches of firm dirt.
Above them, the sun shone brightly, casting a rare, peaceful warmth across the wild landscape.
Morgan tilted her head slightly, sensing the atmosphere immediately.
She already knew what was coming.
Suddenly—without warning—a voice cried out from nearby.
"HIYAAAHHH!"
A blur shot through the bushes, and a young woman, now fully in her twenties, sprinted forward with reckless speed.
In her hands was a cursed fae blade—or at least the broken hilt of one.
She swung it toward Jin-Woo with all her strength.
CLACK.
The blade shattered instantly against Jin-Woo's unmoving body, the hilt falling apart in Rey's hands.
Rey stomped her foot and glared up at him with a pout.
"Not fair, Jin-Woo!" she shouted. "You used your Force shield!"
Jin-Woo glanced down at the broken hilt, then back at her, voice calm.
"I didn't use anything," he said casually.
Rey huffed, crossing her arms, still pouting.
"Then why are you so damn sturdy?" she muttered.
"And why didn't you talk to me for nine years?!"
"I missed you! That despondent pyre thing only kept giving me those nasty nutritional cubes!"
She threw her hands up in exasperation.
"And now there's pink blobbies floating around the base!"
Almost on cue, Despondent Pyre appeared beside them, floating calmly, its ancient Forerunner-like casing gleaming softly.
"Only for your health, Reclaimer," the machine said in its usual, emotionless tone.
Rey pointed dramatically at the hovering construct.
"There it is again! What is this 'Reclaimer' thing, huh?!"
Jin-Woo, unfazed, simply reached out and placed his hand gently atop Rey's head—ruffling her hair in the same effortless way he often did with Morgan.
"But..." Jin-Woo said quietly, smiling faintly, "you'll forgive me, right?"
Rey opened her mouth, visibly ready to argue, her fists clenched.
"I ha— ha—"
Her voice stumbled.
And suddenly, like flipping a switch, she spun 180 degrees emotionally—her entire expression melting.
"You're forgiven!" she blurted out cheerfully.
Morgan, observing the scene from the side, couldn't help but chuckle, resting a hand against her cheek in exasperated amusement.
" fairy charm is at work again," Morgan said .
Rey, completely ignoring her, turned her entire focus onto Jin-Woo, eyes shining with almost comical adoration.
"For some reason..." Rey said dreamily, clasping her hands together, "I forgive him...
I love him..."
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Three days later, the scene on Zeta Halo had shifted dramatically.
Under Jin-Woo's relentless yet casual training, Rey's progress had skyrocketed.
Jin-Woo's very existence—especially when even a fraction of his true nature leaked out—was similar to a Force entity like Abeloth, though still technically beneath the true Mortis Gods whenever his Shadow Monarch power wasn't fully used.
Rey, once merely a stubborn scrap of a girl, now stood proudly at a level on par with a Jedi Master—at least among the lower-ranked ones.
And that was already factoring her impressive midichlorian count of 25,000, something even many council members would have envied.
Panting slightly from the latest sparring match, Rey wiped her forehead and gazed up at Jin-Woo with a fierce determination.
"Jin-Woo," she said seriously, "when can I have shadow powers like yours?"
Jin-Woo folded his arms, tilting his head slightly.
"Mana and the Force are two different things," he said bluntly.
Rey nodded quickly, not missing a beat.
"I know that," she said, her tone stubborn but sincere. "But...
Morgan, years ago—she wasn't this powerful either. My instincts tell me."
Jin-Woo gave a small amused chuckle, his expression softening slightly.
"I don't think you'll develop shadow powers like mine," he said honestly.
"But... I'm sure you can do better—your own way."
He stepped forward and tapped her forehead lightly with two fingers.
"And if you want... I'll grant you mana-based abilities."
Rey's eyes widened, her heart thudding.
"You will?" she whispered.
Jin-Woo smiled faintly. "Yeah, I mean it. If you can form a Force Dyad with me."
Rey blinked, tilting her head slightly.
"...What's a Force Dyad?" she asked, genuinely confused.
Jin-Woo smirked slightly, already turning away.
"That's your homework," he said casually. "Go figure that out."
Before Rey could protest further, a massive Slipspace portal formed beside Jin-Woo and Morgan, swirling with brilliant energy.
The air shifted as the gateway stabilized, humming deeply with latent power.
Rey watched silently, her chest tightening slightly as she saw them preparing to leave again.
A small pang of sadness welled up inside her—it had been nine long years before she saw him again, and now he was disappearing once more.
But just as she lowered her gaze, Jin-Woo turned back, glancing over his shoulder at her.
"You coming or not, brat girl?" he said casually.
Rey's face immediately lit up with a wide, genuine smile.
Without hesitation, she sprinted forward and threw her arms around Jin-Woo, hugging him tightly.
Morgan simply chuckled quietly, stepping through the portal first.
Jin-Woo ruffled Rey's hair once again, smirking, before they both stepped into the Slipspace gateway, vanishing together into the next chapter of their journey.