**Chapter 742: Red Blade of the Dragon**
**Scene 1: Jedi Temple – Private Recovery Wing**
Dagon Marek sat on the reinforced meditation couch in one of the Temple's secure recovery wings, Miaria Prrt curled against his left side and the newly healed Darth Atroxa pressed comfortably against his right. The ancient Lethan Sith had taken to physical affection with surprising enthusiasm after her thousand years in the Mind Prison.
Talon — the younger Lethan Twi'lek — floated in a nearby healing pod, still unconscious as her mind continued integrating the healing process.
"You do know Talon is a common name among Sith and their acolytes," Atroxa said, tracing idle patterns on Dagon's chest with a clawed finger. "There have been hundreds of Talons over the centuries. One of your own ships is even named *Talon*."
"True," Dagon replied, "but the fact that she looks *exactly* like the legends is strange. You're similar to her. Why don't you dress like her?"
Atroxa pouted, her golden eyes narrowing. "Same reason different Twi'leks have different cultures. You have that Jedi Aayla — you call her a warrior, yet she fights in little more than a bikini and an open dress. As a true warrior, I prefer not to bare everything in battle."
Miaria chuckled, her tail brushing teasingly along Dagon's neck. "She has a point. Though I wouldn't mind seeing you in something more… traditional, Atroxa."
The older Sith smirked. "Perhaps later. For now, I prefer armor that actually protects vital areas."
**Scene 2: Talon's Mindscape – The Broken Child**
Inside the Mind Prison, Dagon stood in a cold, sterile chamber. The young Lethan Twi'lek — barely more than a child in appearance here — huddled in the corner, tears streaming down her red face.
"I'm sorry… please, I'll listen. I'm a good girl," Talon whimpered, rocking back and forth. "I'll be good. Don't hurt me anymore."
*Okay. Conditioning to the maximum to become a faithful servant,* Dagon thought grimly. *That does cause some problems.*
He knelt slowly, keeping his voice gentle. "Shapes are always changing. Changing is their normal state — like us. Even if we're not changing on the outside, we're changing on the inside constantly."
The scene shifted. A warm memory surfaced — a Lethan mother celebrating her daughter's third birthday. Laughter, colorful lights, simple gifts. The little girl with bright red skin and innocent golden eyes giggled as her mother hugged her tightly.
Then darkness swallowed everything.
The mother fell, shot by blaster fire. Prophets of the Dark Side snatched the screaming child and vanished into the night, dropping her off on Dromund Kaas like discarded cargo.
Talon screamed as the memory replayed.
**Scene 3: Vengeance**
"I want revenge," the now-adult Talon snarled, eyes blazing with centuries of suppressed rage. "I want to kill them. Punish them. Make them suffer!"
"Then enjoy it to your heart's content," Dagon said.
The mindscape transformed into a vast torture chamber. Copies of every Prophet, overseer, and abuser who had ever touched her appeared, chained and helpless. Talon descended upon them with gleeful fury — claws, lightning, and raw hatred tearing through them for decades of simulated time.
**Scene 4: Release**
After two hundred years of relentless vengeance, Talon finally sat among the ashes, breathing heavily, her rage spent.
"Enjoy it?" Dagon asked quietly.
"Very much," she admitted. "Question… are any of these people still alive?"
"Nope. All dead. The shield has a function that prevents souls from finding peace by shredding them into nothing."
Talon stared at the empty void around them. "What do I do now? Where do I go?"
"In the Temple we can train you. Give you a proper education. You can stay here peacefully if you want. The choices are infinite."
Her golden eyes lit up like a child's. "Really? So I could ride a dragon? Visit a nebula? See two stars collapse into each other?"
"Yeah, pretty much," Dagon said with a small smile. "The choices for you are endless."
Talon blushed deeply, fidgeting with her hands. "Could I… come with you?"
"Sure, you could— wait, what?" Dagon blinked.
"Yeah. To be honest… it seems if I come with you, I might be happier," she said, looking up at him with wide, shimmering golden eyes.
*Damn anime eyes. How do they do that?*
"Fine," Dagon sighed. "Time to wake up."
**Scene 5: Jedi Healing Hall**
Talon's eyes fluttered open in the healing hall. She sat up slowly, still wearing her signature revealing black outfit — the one that left very little to the imagination. The intricate black Sith tattoos covering her red skin, head, and lekku seemed less menacing now, almost elegant.
"Should we get you new clothes?" Dagon asked.
"Nope. I prefer these. More maneuverable," Talon replied, stretching languidly.
Dagon sighed and tossed her a set of sleek beskar armor plates etched with kyber runes. "At least wear this over it. Adaptive. Lightweight. Better protection."
Talon examined the armor, then smirked as she began fitting the pieces. The beskar plates covered her E-cup breasts and rear more effectively while leaving her midriff and powerful legs partially exposed. The armor on her feet and forearms completed the look — deadly, elegant, and far more practical.
"Better?" she asked, posing with a playful wink.
"Much," Dagon said, trying not to stare. "Welcome to the fold, Talon."
Atroxa and Miaria entered the chamber, both clearly amused by the newest addition.
"Another red sister," Atroxa purred, circling Talon appraisingly. "You'll fit right in."
Miaria's tail flicked with interest. "The Dragon's collection grows again."
Talon looked between them, then at Dagon, a shy but excited smile spreading across her face. "So… what happens now?"
Dagon placed a hand on her shoulder. "Now? We heal the rest of the girls. Then we prepare for war. *Spear of Light* is coming, and the Republic needs every blade we can forge."
As the three women — two ancient Sith and one proud Felacatian Queen — gathered around him, Dagon felt the weight and warmth of his growing circle. The Mind Prison had done its work once again.
The Dragon's harem was no longer just a personal indulgence.
It was becoming a force that would reshape the galaxy.