**Chapter 589**
**Scene 1**
**Dagon POV**
**Grey Wolf Bridge – Felucia Orbit**
The battle for Felucia was over.
I stood on the bridge of the *Grey Wolf*, watching the final reports scroll across the tactical display. The planet below no longer glowed with the unnatural blue of the Commerce Guild's planetary shield. Instead, its surface shimmered with its natural bioluminescent colors — vibrant greens, purples, and golds pulsing like a living heartbeat. The Dryad's healing had taken root. The poison was neutralized, the water systems purified, and the world was beginning to recover.
Moff Renau had already begun talks with the local Felucian tribes and the remaining Gossam population. After the Commerce Guild's betrayal — attempting to poison their own world — the natives were more than willing to ally with the Republic. The Jungle Felucians had retreated back to their hidden subterranean caverns, still shy and wary of outsiders, but they had sent emissaries promising peaceful coexistence.
"The 187th Legion will remain as the occupying force on Felucia," I said aloud, addressing the bridge crew. "Masters Tiplar and Tiplee will stay with the 11th Sector to oversee the transition. The rest of the fleet — the Nebulas, Resurgents, and Allegiances — will jump to Jaminere and Lantilles respectively for resupply and repairs."
I paused, a small smile tugging at my lips. "Right. I'm sort of the protector of the entire Allied Tion sector now. Since the Jaminere royal family was rescued by me and their princess Sakura is… well, my girlfriend/engaged."
The girls around me exchanged amused glances through the bond. Sakura, standing beside me, blushed faintly but squeezed my hand.
The campaign had been a success, but the adventure with the Dryad had left its mark — literally. The girls didn't care much about the strange forest spirit encounter. They found her "weird," but the evidence of her affection was impossible to ignore. While I slept, the Dryad had left multicolored love bites all over my neck. My lips were clean, but the rest of my neck looked like a rainbow of hickeys that refused to fade.
Ahsoka smirked as she noticed me touching the marks again. "Still there?"
"Unfortunately," I muttered. "Med droid says they're Force-infused. They'll fade in a few days."
Zule leaned in, tracing one with her finger. "At least they're pretty colors."
**Scene 2**
**Venator-class Star Destroyer *Resolution* – Felucia Orbit**
**Dagon POV**
I transferred to the *Resolution* for a final briefing with Masters Tiplar and Tiplee before departing. The twin Jedi sisters stood on the bridge, their expressions calm but tinged with respect after the campaign.
"General Dagon," Tiplar greeted me with a small bow. "What is with your neck?"
I instinctively touched the multicolored marks, thankful that Jedi training didn't always include recognizing hickeys at first glance. "Nothing. Just some effects from the locals. The Felucians have… interesting ways of showing gratitude."
Tiplar raised an eyebrow but didn't press. "Right. Well, the occupation is going smoothly, and I believe we should be able to start back up bacta production and transport to the core worlds soon."
"Yeah," I replied. "So I'm off to Coruscant. There's a meeting soon. First to Jaminere, then to Sienar, and back to the Temple."
"It was nice knowing you for the campaign," Tiplee said warmly. "Even though the three months was short, we learned a lot."
"Yes, it was a good experience," I said, offering a respectful nod. "May the Force be with you."
I turned and left the *Resolution*, heading back to the *Grey Wolf*. The fleet was already preparing for departure. Felucia was secure. The Hydian Way campaign had reached its conclusion.
**Scene 3**
**Venator-class Star Destroyer *Resolution* – Felucia Orbit**
**Tiplar POV**
Tiplar and Tiplee stood on the bridge of the *Resolution* as the *Grey Wolf* and its escorts jumped into hyperspace. The twins watched the streak of light disappear, both lost in thought.
"Should we report to the Council that Dagon is being intimate with Master Aayla?" Tiplar asked quietly, her cheeks faintly flushed.
"Why would you think it was Aayla?" Tiplee replied, tilting her head. "Because of the colors? I think it might be Knight Kayla. She is a Zeltron, but that is allowed."
"But what about the local Felucians? He might have been to one of the pleasure houses," Tiplar suggested, her face turning a deeper red.
Tiplee chuckled softly. "Why are you so fixated anyway? It's not unlike the Jedi to have non-emotional attachments."
"It's just that… did you feel any connection with Dagon through the Force?" Tiplar asked, her voice hesitant.
"No. Well, probably, but that's just battle fatigue," Tiplee said, waving it off.
"Yeah… probably."
The twins exchanged a long look before turning back to their duties. The campaign was over, but the questions about General Dagon Marek remained