**Chapter 661: Forged Gifts and Forgotten Days**
**Scene 1**
**Lantilles, Main Shipyard Complex**
**Dagon POV**
The hum of massive orbital foundries filled the observation deck as I watched the transformation unfold. Twenty-five *Liberator*-class Star Destroyers hung in formation, their hulls bathed in the controlled fury of Force-forging. Zule, Ahsoka, Shin, Erictia, Stella, Kayla, Flare, Aayla, and Visenya moved in perfect synchrony along the skeletal frameworks, their combined will shaping durasteel and kyber alike. This was the first time they had all worked together on such a scale — reshaping entire warships with nothing but the Force and raw intent.
I had to admit, the sight was breathtaking.
**Liberator-class Star Destroyer**
**Length:** 2,600 Meters
**Width:** 2,400 Meters
**Height/Depth:** 1,000 Meters
**MGLT:** 60 MGLT
**Hyperspace Rating:** Class 1
**Shielding:** 11,000 SBD
**Hull:** 13,000 RU
**Armament:**
- 10 Super Heavy Turbolaser Cannons
- 46 Super Heavy Energy Mass Drivers
- 70 Heavy Turbolaser Batteries
- 66 Heavy Turbolaser Cannons
- 142 Medium Turbolaser Cannons
- 30 Super Heavy Energy Torpedo Launchers
- 40 Ion Cannons
**Complement:**
- 180 Starfighters
- 82 Shuttles and Transports
- 146 Ground Vehicles
- 22,000 Soldiers
**Crew:** 18,000 (Minimum Crew: 15,000)
**Cargo Capacity:** 200,000 Tons
**Consumables:** 3 years
Thanks to heavy automation and the fact that half the soldiers aboard would be new recruits capable of learning on the job, these vessels were being reconfigured as pure battleships rather than troop carriers. The integration of Sienar solar ion reactors — guided and stabilized by the girls' combined Force work — gave each ship a terrifying power curve. I could already feel the difference in the air as the reactors hummed to life.
"Admiral Kobayashi," I said into my comm, "you're stationed aboard the IPV-2C Stealth Corvette *Shark* near Selonia. Hidden on the surface, invisible to both local and enemy forces. The moment the CIS attacks, signal me. I'll jump in with the *Annihilator* — which I'll unveil to the girls soon. But first… a birthday celebration."
Kobayashi's voice crackled back with quiet respect. "Understood, General. The *Shark* is already in position. Good hunting."
I smiled faintly. One problem at a time.
**Scene 2**
**Lantilles, Officer Suite – High-End Restaurant**
**Dagon POV**
Zule's birthday had become something of a tradition I started — each girl got her own personal cake, baked with care and a little Force-assisted flair. This time, I wanted a proper celebration, not the private, intimate affairs that Flare, Erictia, and Ahsoka had quietly preferred so far. Zule and her sisters Cera and Ashla deserved more.
The high-end officer restaurant on Lantilles had been cleared for our private use. The table was overflowing with dishes from across the galaxy, but the centerpiece was unmistakable: a towering lemon cake sculpted in the shape of Zule herself, complete with her distinctive Falleen-Zeltron hybrid features and flowing purple hair. The sour-sweet citrus notes filled the air, exactly what her hybrid palate craved.
The girls were stunned as I brought it out.
"You… made this?" Aayla asked, eyes wide. "With the Force?"
I shrugged with a grin. "Using the Force to keep the molds stable during baking is basically cheating. And Wrath Shield for precise flame control? Even better. Ice magic for the frosting details. I enjoy cheating when it comes to birthdays."
Kayla laughed, leaning against my side. "You're full of surprises, love."
Zule's eyes shimmered with happy tears as she stared at the cake. "It's perfect… Thank you, Dagon. I haven't had a real birthday like this since… well, ever."
Cera and Ashla were already digging in with delighted hums, their Falleen-Zeltron heritage making them especially appreciative of the tart lemon layers. The rest of the harem joined in, the mood light and warm for the first time in weeks. Laughter filled the room as stories were shared — Flare recounting her first flight with me, Shin describing her family's shocked reactions to our relationship, Aayla teasing everyone about how long it took her to join the "chaos."
I watched them all with a quiet smile. These moments were rare. But they were worth every battle, every scar, every risk.
**Scene 3**
**Lantilles, Officer Suite**
**Dagon POV**
As the party wound down and the last slices of cake disappeared, Ahsoka suddenly tilted her head, her montrals twitching curiously.
"When is yours?" she asked softly.
The question caught me off guard. The room quieted.
I rubbed the back of my neck, suddenly self-conscious. "I… don't actually know. The Jedi who found me died before any records could be uploaded. I just went off assumptions. And in the other world… by age ten I had already forgotten when I was born. War does that to you. Generally a sad story, but I stopped bothering with it long ago. I have you girls at my side now. That's enough."
The harem exchanged glances — a mixture of sorrow, affection, and fierce protectiveness flowing through the Force bond. Kayla slipped her hand into mine. Shin rested her head against my shoulder. Zule simply hugged me tightly, her sisters joining in.
"You don't need a date," Visenya whispered. "We'll celebrate every day you're with us."
I smiled, pulling them all closer. "That sounds perfect."