**Chapter 673: The Weight of Power**
**Scene 1**
**Jedi Temple, Grand Master Chamber**
**Obi-Wan Kenobi POV**
Obi-Wan Kenobi stood near the tall arched windows of the Grand Master's chamber, staring out at the endless cityscape of Coruscant. The weight of recent events pressed heavily on his shoulders. So much had changed in such a short time — the Jedi Order fractured, Yoda now Mand'alor on a distant world, and Dagon Marek… elevated to heights no one could have predicted.
*Poor Dagon,* Obi-Wan thought. *So much power thrust upon him, and so much conflict swirling around him.* To top it all off, the latest news had reached the Temple: Dagon had built — or rather, completed — a super star destroyer. The largest capital ship the galaxy had ever seen, bearing Jedi markings rather than Republic ones.
"Well, Dagon certainly did it now," Cin Drallig said, leaning against the central holotable with crossed arms. "The Senate is going to have a field day with him."
Anakin's hologram flickered into view from Kamino, his expression a mix of disbelief and reluctant admiration. "What I don't understand is *how* he built that thing. Kuat takes two years to construct ships of that scale, and they already have the shipyards optimized for it. How does Dagon pull it off in under a year?"
Nhon Artaru chuckled from his seat, tapping a few commands on the table. A hologram of an ancient Mandalorian warship appeared — sleek, angular, and unmistakably powerful.
"Remember Malachor?" Nhon asked. "Where Dagon goes to raid destroyed ships for parts?"
"Yeah?" Anakin replied, leaning forward.
"Well, look what Mandalore the Ultimate used to use as his flagship." Nhon zoomed in on the hologram. "Kuat based the Venator design off this old ship. It's three thousand meters long, and the Ultimate had dozens of them. I'd bet my lightsaber Dagon collected a few wrecks, modified the hulls, and simply filled them with weapons and power cores — most likely Sienar solar ion reactors. With his access to Malachor materials and ancient tech, it's not as impossible as it sounds."
The chamber fell into thoughtful silence. Obi-Wan rubbed his beard, processing the implications. A ship that large, under Jedi command… it changed everything.
**Scene 2**
**Jedi Temple, Dagon's Private Office**
**Dagon POV**
The girls had gathered in my private office, turning what should have been a strategy meeting into something far more comfortable. Ahsoka, Zule, Erictia, Flare, Stella, Aayla, Shin, Kayla, Visenya, and surprisingly Grace were all present. Most lounged on the various couches, while Visenya and Grace had claimed spots on my desk, lying around me like contented cats. The two Zeltrons were purring softly, their bodies warm against mine.
I ran a hand through Grace's blue hair as I addressed the group.
"So officially, I have to go to court," I said. "Shin, Aayla, and Grace — you three will accompany me. Raith is sending a Sienar representative, along with several senators from Sienar-aligned worlds. With the added protection of a Jedi loophole, the case should be fairly easy."
"Things are never easy when you're around," Grace murmured, biting my ear playfully. Her pink skin had shifted to a deeper, aroused shade.
"But still," Shin said, arms crossed, though her cheeks were flushed, "how could you keep a ship like that a secret?"
"It was technically never a secret," I replied. "Just a project I was working on. And since I'm Jedi Grand Master now, it seems like a good thing. No more looking over our shoulders. We now hold the ultimate power in the galaxy."
"That sounds like something a Sith would say," Visenya teased, crawling onto my lap and resting her head against my chest. "Are you becoming bad, Dagon?"
I chuckled, wrapping an arm around her. "I think you girls — and you especially — should focus on current matters instead of acting like lovesick teens."
"Hey, it's not our fault," Kayla shot back with a grin. "Three Zeltrons in one room is a rare find unless it's for a party."
"But seriously," I continued, "the Jedi now have a warship protecting us. Crewed by people we trust, not clones. A powerful deterrent to Palpatine or any Sith schemes."
"See? A good plan," Grace whispered, suddenly removing her pink panties from under her military skirt. Before I could respond, she pulled me into a deep kiss, her tongue dancing with mine as her body pressed closer.
The other girls watched with varying degrees of amusement and arousal. Shin blushed angrily but didn't look away. Ahsoka bit her lip, clearly tempted to join.
I broke the kiss just long enough to murmur, "We really should focus…"
Grace smiled against my lips. "Later."