**Chapter 650**
**Scene 1**
**Olympus Mons – Grand Master's Private Office**
**Dagon POV**
I sat behind my desk, still catching my breath as Grace adjusted her uniform with slightly trembling fingers. Her long blue hair was tousled, her fluorescent pink skin still glowing a deep, satisfied red from our intense encounter. The office smelled of sweat, Zeltron pheromones, and the unmistakable scent of sex. The Force bond between us hummed with new depth, carrying echoes of her pleasure, her relief, and her quiet joy.
*Okay, this was interesting,* I thought, rubbing my temples. *I accidentally got involved with a fellow officer — one I recruited who rose to become an Admiral under me. And I think I just cheated on the harem.*
The guilt was immediate, but the bond with the girls was already pulsing with awareness. I reached out through the Force.
*Girls, are you around?* I sent carefully.
*Yeah, but we are a little tired,* Shin replied, her mental voice laced with amusement and exhaustion.
*What happened?* I asked, already suspecting.
*You intimacy with Grace sent a surge through our minds,* Sakura explained. *The pleasure was too much. It hit us all at once.*
*Wait, what?* I asked, genuinely shocked.
*Yes, it was incredible though embarrassing for Ahsoka, Zule, Aayla, and Erictia,* Stella added with a mental laugh. *They were training younglings and… well, luckily the Temple closets are soundproof.*
I buried my face in my hands for a second. *Okay… are you girls at least…*
*Yep, we approve,* Kayla cut in warmly. *But perhaps avoid meeting any new Zeltrons for now. We can't handle this harem expanding anymore before it gets suspicious.*
A wave of love and understanding flowed back through the bond. No jealousy. No anger. Just acceptance, teasing, and deep affection. The girls had grown so much — they trusted me, trusted each other, and trusted the bond we all shared.
*Thank you,* I sent back, sending my own love through the connection. *I love you all.*
The responses came back like a warm embrace. The harem was stronger than ever, even as it grew.
Grace stepped closer, brushing a strand of blue hair behind her ear. "Are they… upset?" she asked softly, her voice vulnerable.
"No," I replied, pulling her into my lap. "They approve. But they also said we should be careful. Zeltrons have a way of… expanding things."
Grace laughed softly, resting her head against my shoulder. "I'll behave. For now."
**Scene 2**
**Olympus Mons – Bridge, En Route to Kothlis**
**Dagon POV**
We took a hidden hyperspace route directly to Bothan space, specifically to Kothlis. The planet was a Bothan colony world located in the Kothlis system of the Bothan sector in the Mid Rim. It was the fourth of seven planets in the star system.
I knew from intelligence — and from my own foresight — that Kothlis was about to come under attack. The Bothans had no idea yet, but it was a prime target for the Separatists. In about thirty minutes, our fleet would line up against a Separatist battle fleet.
I stood on the bridge of the *Olympus Mons*, watching the blue tunnel of hyperspace streak past. The fleet was in tight formation behind us — 250 Venators, 20 Nebula-class Star Destroyers, the *Olympus Mons* itself, and the newly assigned support ships. It was one of the most powerful single fleets in the Republic.
Grace stood beside me, her posture professional but her eyes soft whenever they met mine. The bond between us felt deeper now, more intimate. She had proven herself not just as an officer, but as someone I could trust completely.
"Thirty minutes until we drop out of hyperspace," the navigation officer reported.
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I nodded. "All ships to battle stations when we arrive. We hit them hard and fast. Protect Kothlis at all costs."
The crew moved with purpose. The war waited for no one