**Chapter 754: Old Steel, New Fire**
**Scene 1: Republic War Office, Coruscant**
Dagon Marek leaned back in the reinforced command chair, rubbing his still-sore shoulder as the latest batch of bacta patches worked their magic. The war room's massive holotable displayed the full inventory of Alsakan's pledged forces.
*Damn. Alsakan sure joined willingly, but man — their fleet and army are large but unimpressive. Three Resurgent-class battlecruisers would be enough to control the entire planet. Or better yet, five Imperial-class Star Destroyers. I'm guessing that's how the Empire eventually did it.*
"Alright, let's see what we're working with," he muttered, pulling up the detailed specs.
**Atgeir-class Battlecruiser**
- Length: 2,200 meters
- Armament: Primarily mass drivers, railguns, and projectile weapons (cheap but reliable old tech)
- Shields: Crown of dagger-like generators — strong but outdated
- Armor: Comparable to early Invincible-class
- Crew: 18,000
- Quantity: ~80 vessels
"Send them all to Centrax for full refit," Dagon ordered. "Upgrade shields, replace projectile weapons with modern turbolasers and ion cannons, integrate solar ionization reactors where possible."
**Kumauri Battleship**
- Length: 3,000 meters
- Primary weapon: Massive mass driver cannon capable of hurling asteroids or heavy shells for planetary bombardment
- Crew: 33,000 (rotatable shifts)
- Quantity: 55 vessels
"These go to Jaminere shipyards. Keep the mass drivers — they're excellent for siege work — but add modern shielding and point-defense systems. They're slow, but they hit like a hammer."
**Cal-class Battleship**
- Length: 3,200 meters
- Armament: Turbolasers for ship-to-ship + large top-mounted mass-driver cannon
- Crew: 22,000 + capacity for 33,000 troops
- Quantity: 80 vessels
"Lantilles shipyards. Same treatment — modernize everything except the main gun. These will make excellent heavy fire support platforms."
**Super Dreadnoughts** (based on ancient Star of Coruscant designs, similar to old Halon Infinity super-carrier aesthetics)
- Length: 4,694 meters
- Width: 833 meters
- Height: 1,041 meters
- Quantity: 20 vessels
"These are beasts. Send them to Naboo. Senator Amidala finally listened and allowed orbital shipyards to be built. They'll get the full Sienar-Kuat upgrade package."
Dagon leaned back, satisfied. "Their army is another story — 30 million troops, mandatory service from age 13 for males and variable for females. Everyone serves, and most end up married within the ranks. It's practically a cultural meet-cute. Well-trained in zero-G, shipboard combat, and planetary assault. They live on their ships. That's useful."
**Scene 2: War Office – Later**
"It will take at least a month to modernize even a fraction of their fleet if we start now," Dagon said aloud. "In the meantime, we need to protect Alsakan. Assign an orbital guard detachment: 8 Allegiance-class battlecruisers, 1 Resurgent-class battlecruiser, 10 Venators, 5 Nebula-class Star Destroyers, 18 Lancer-class frigates, and 8 Bloodlight carriers. That should be more than enough to deter anything short of a full CIS armada."
The door chimed. General Lee Noriega stepped in, datapad in hand, only to pause at the sight of Grace lounging comfortably on Dagon's lap, the Zeltron's tight officer uniform doing very little to hide her curves.
"Ah, Commander… am I interrupting?" Lee asked, cheeks slightly pink.
"No, Lee, you aren't," Grace purred sultrily, shifting deliberately in Dagon's lap. "But if you want to join, you're more than welcome."
Lee cleared her throat, maintaining her professional composure. "No thank you. Unlike Zeltrons, we Fondorians have class."
Dagon chuckled, gently patting Grace's hip. "What do you have for me, General?"
Lee handed over the datapad. "This report just came in from Sienar-Jaemus Fleet Systems at their Corulag base. Their Advanced Research Division and the new walker division — using captured Umbaran technology — have made significant progress."
Dagon scanned the report quickly. *Right. Sienar's main advanced research is there, along with the new walker prototypes.* "Excellent. Inform them I want the first batch of updated AT-series walkers ready for field testing within three weeks. And yes, General — you and your forces will be joining the Mygeeto campaign. I'll send final coordination orders once we decide the exact timing."
Lee saluted sharply and left, though not before shooting Grace a mildly disapproving look. The Zeltron simply smiled and waved.
**Scene 3: Grand Master's Chambers – Night**
The lights were low, the Coruscant skyline glittering beyond the windows. Dagon sat on the edge of the bed as Grace stood before him, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.
"Well, aren't you cute — annoying your former 'girlfriend' like that," Dagon teased, reaching out to squeeze her firm ass through the tight officer uniform.
"Girlfriend is a strong word for a Zeltron," Grace replied, blushing but clearly enjoying the attention. "I'd say more like… snuggle buddies. Except dirtier."
She stepped back, swaying her hips in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. What followed was a full Zeltron mating dance — sensual, fluid, and utterly captivating. Grace peeled off her uniform piece by piece with deliberate slowness, revealing smooth pink skin, full breasts, and toned curves. Her body moved like liquid silk, hands trailing over her own skin as she danced closer, then away, teasing him mercilessly.
Dagon's eyes darkened with hunger. When she finally straddled him, completely naked, he pulled her down into a deep, hungry kiss. His hands roamed freely — squeezing her ass, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples until she moaned into his mouth.
Grace gasped as he flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide. He buried his face between her thighs, tongue working her slick pussy with long, firm strokes while two fingers pumped inside her. Grace's hands tangled in his white hair, hips bucking as she cried out.
He didn't stop until she came hard, thighs trembling around his head. Then he moved up, thrusting deep inside her in one smooth motion. Grace wrapped her legs around his waist, nails digging into his back as he fucked her with powerful, steady strokes. Her Zeltron pheromones filled the air, driving both of them higher.
They changed positions again and again — her riding him frantically, him taking her from behind while spanking her ass, then slow and deep as she sat in his lap facing him. Grace came multiple times, each orgasm more intense than the last, until Dagon finally groaned and filled her with his release.
They collapsed together, breathing hard. Grace nuzzled against his scarred chest, purring contentedly.
"You really are insatiable," she whispered, kissing one of his older scars.
Dagon stroked her pink skin, smiling. "Only for all of you."
Outside, the war continued its inexorable march. Mygeeto awaited. *Spear of Light* drew closer with every passing day.
But here, in the quiet hours of the night, the Dragon allowed himself to simply be — loved, wanted, and surrounded by the women who made the darkness worth fighting through.