Star Wars: Adventures of Leia : The Princess's Gambit

Chapter 1: Bad News

- Aboard the Ghost – Four Days Ago -

Kanan Jarrus stood with his arms crossed, jaw tight. Beside him stood Ezra looking restless, while Sabine leaned against the wall with a grim expression on her face.

“She’s been gone for a week,” Kanan said. “We know she’s on Corvus Station. We shoot our way in, we get her out…”

Ezra stepped forward. “Then let’s go! We grab her, and be gone before—”

Leia shook her head.

“If we do that, they’ll execute her the moment the first shot is fired. Captain Korr is too smart. He’s expecting a direct assault.” She looked at each of them. “I have a legitimate reason to request a meeting with him. I’ll go in as Senator and Princess of Alderaan. I’ll get close. I have a plan.”

Kanan’s eyes narrowed. He’d known Leia now long enough to read between the lines. “A plan,” he repeated flatly. “With Korr?”

Leia met his gaze without flinching. “Yes. Trust me. I know what I’m doing.”

The silence stretched. Sabine looked away, clearly uncomfortable. Kanan stared at her for a long moment, then let out a heavy sigh.

“…Fine. But if we don’t hear from you in forty-eight hours, we’re coming in guns blazing.”

Leia gave them a small, grateful nod.

“Forty-eight hours,” she agreed.

As she turned to leave for her shuttle, Kanan’s voice stopped her.

“Leia… whatever you’re planning — be careful. Korr doesn’t play fair.”

She didn’t look back.

“I know.”

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Chapter 2: Captain Korr

- Present Day - Corvus Station, Private Observation Lounge -

The meeting had been arranged under the official pretext of discussing Alderaan’s continued neutrality and new trade route security agreements in the sector. Captain Jerec Korr had agreed to the private meeting without much hesitation.

The lounge was tastefully furnished, with a wide viewport overlooking the busy docking arms. Captain Korr was in his early forties, with neatly combed dark hair going silver at the temples. He carried himself like a man who had spent years climbing through the ranks with patience.

“Princess Leia,” he greeted her politely as she entered. “This is an unexpected honor. Please, sit. Would you care for something to drink?”

Leia accepted the offered chair and a glass of water. She had dressed the part perfectly — an elegant but slightly provocative Naboo-style gown, which she had bought for her own nineteenth birthday, hugged her figure, and her dark hair was styled in an intricate royal braid. Her plan was simple as it was dangerous: seduce Korr, wait until he drops his guard, grab his weapon, and force him to free Hera.

For the first twenty minutes, they spoke about exactly what the meeting was supposed to be about — shipping tariffs, Imperial patrols near Alderaan shipping lanes, and the growing unrest in the Outer Rim. She played it perfectly: polite, every bit the young but serious Alderaanian royal.

Then, slowly, she began shifting the conversation.

She let a small sigh escape. Mentioning how exhausting the constant political tightrope were. How she sometimes felt trapped by expectations. How she occasionally wondered what it would be like to simply… let go of duty for a while. She said it lightly, almost playfully, like a privileged young woman testing dangerous waters.

Captain Jerec Korr leaned back in his chair, swirling the deep red wine in his glass, and sighed back.

“You know… sometimes I wonder if we’re doing this all wrong,” he said, almost to himself. “The Empire. The constant iron fist. The fear.” He looked at Leia with tired, thoughtful eyes. “There are days I miss what the Republic stood for. Order without cruelty. Strength with purpose.”

That… was not what she had expected from a career Imperial officer.

“It must be difficult,” she said softly, “carrying out orders you don’t always agree with.”

Korr gave her a smile. “More difficult than you can imagine, Your Highness. Please. Drink with me. It’s one of the few real pleasures left in this posting.”

Leia hesitated. “I shouldn’t. I still have to fly my shuttle back tonight.”

“One glass, Your Highness. This vintage is from before the Clone Wars. A small reminder that not everything has to be cold and gray.”

She took the glass.

The wine was excellent — slightly sweet, and stronger than she expected. It spread warmth through her chest. Korr kept the conversation flowing, mixing just enough doubt about the Empire without sounding treasonous. Just enough to make him seem like a man with a conscience.

Leia saw the opening and took it.

She let her posture soften, smiled more, let her fingers linger when she accepted a second glass. She told him, in a vulnerable voice, how exhausting it was to always carry the weight of Alderaan’s expectations. How she wished she could simply feel something real instead of constantly performing.

Korr listened and refilled her glass again when it grew low. He told her she was far more interesting than the reports suggested. That a woman of her intelligence and beauty shouldn’t have to carry so much alone.

Leia told herself she was the one manipulating him but the alcohol made her skin feel warm.

She pushed further slowly. A lingering look. A soft laugh at one of his comments. She let her fingers brush his hand when she accepted another glass. She leaned in closer, letting her voice drop into something more intimate. Smiling like a bored princess looking for excitement.

“You’re not like most Imperial officers I’ve met,” she murmured, eyes half-lidded. “There’s something… different about you.”

She climbed into his lap, straddling one of his thighs, kissing him while her hand slowly moved toward his weapon on the nearby table. Korr kissed her back, just as her fingers brushed the holster, he turned her slightly and pulled her closer, kissing her neck.

Leia froze for a split second, then continued kissing him, pretending that had been her intention all along. Her heart was racing — not from desire, but from tension. She knew this was a dangerous man.

His hands roamed over her back, then went lower, squeezing her ass through her gown. She felt disgust rise in her throat but forced herself to moan softly against his mouth, grinding against his thigh.

She could feel him getting hard against her. She rolled her hips once, grinding against the growing bulge, while her mind stayed focused on the weapon. She tried again — shifting her weight as if she wanted to kiss him even deeper, reaching once more for the blaster. Korr’s hand caught her wrist, gentle but firm.

“What are you doing, Your Highness?” he asked with a low voice. His free hand squeezed her ass harder, kneading her flesh, pulling her gown up inch by inch.

Leia’s heart skipped. She recovered instantly, giving him a shy, lust-drunk smile.

“I want to be on top of you,” she whispered. “I want to feel you.”

She straddled him fully now, pressing her body against his, kissing him harder to hide her frustration. Korr groaned and groped her breasts through her gown, pinching her nipples. Leia fought the urge to slap his hands away and instead arched into his touch, playing the part.

She tried twice more during the heavy make-out session. Both times he blocked her path to the weapon without ever breaking the illusion that she was the one driving things forward.

Finally, Korr pulled back slightly, breathing harder.

“I shouldn’t be doing this…” he murmured, as he was conflicted about it.

Leia saw her chance. She slid off his lap and dropped to her knees between his legs, positioning herself close to where his blaster lay on the low table beside the couch. Her heart pounded. This was it…

But just before she could reach for it, Korr shifted forward, blocking the weapon with his body, and gently guided her head toward his crotch.

“Eager little thing, aren’t you?” Korr smiled softly, reached down, and pulled his hard cock out.

“Here, let me help you,” he said, almost kindly. He tapped the heavy head of his cock against her lips. Leia hesitated for half a second. When she saw the faint look of confusion cross his face, she reluctantly parted her lips. He immediately pushed inside.

The moment her mouth closed around him, Korr smiled.

He started moving his hips, sliding his cock deeper into her mouth, then into her throat. Leia’s eyes began to water almost instantly. She hated the taste, hated the feeling of him using her mouth like this. Her hands twitched uselessly at her sides as he held her head in place and started fucking her mouth with brutal thrusts.

Tears slipped down her cheeks. She tried to glance toward the gun again, but his grip on her head was too strong.

After several long minutes of throat-fucking, his grip finally loosened. Leia didn’t waste the opportunity. She pulled off his cock with a wet gasp, quickly got to her feet, and lunged toward the table.

She never made it.

Korr grabbed her half way, lifted her clean off the ground, and folded her in half. Her legs were pushed up high beside her head as he slammed her back against the opposite wall, several meters away from the gun. Her expensive gown was flipped over his head as he buried his face between her legs.

Leia gasped sharply as his tongue found her pussy.

He licked her with slow strokes followed by rapid flicks directly over her clit. She could see the gun clearly from where she was pinned against the wall, but it was completely out of reach. No matter how hard she strained, she couldn’t get to it.

Her legs started trembling uncontrollably. Against her will, her body betrayed her completely. A violent orgasm tore through her, her thighs clamping around Korr’s head as she came hard on his tongue, a choked cry escaping her throat.

He finally lowered her. Her legs were shaking so badly she could barely stand. She just needed a few seconds to recover…

But Korr didn’t give them to her.

He picked her up again like she weighed nothing and sat her on the table. In one rough motion he shoved her gown all the way up above her breasts, bunching the expensive fabric under her chin. He climbed between her spread legs and thrusted into her in one smooth stroke.

Leia’s eyes widened.

The gun was so close now — just barely out of reach on the small table beside them. If she could just stretch a little further…

Korr grabbed both her wrists and slammed them down on the table beside her head, pinning her completely. He started fucking her hard and relentless. The table shook with every thrust. Leia came again with a broken moan, her walls squeezing around him as her body spasmed.

He never let go of her wrists.

Instead, he leaned down and sucked hard on her nipples, one after the other, while still pounding into her. Leia felt another climax building, rising fast and unstoppable.

Korr fucked her through it, growing rougher, until finally he buried himself deep in her and came with a low groan, flooding her with thick, hot cum.

When he finally pulled out and stepped back, he was still breathing heavily. He tucked his cock back into his trousers and zipped up, looking down at her small body, ruined on the table.

“I had no idea Alderaanian princesses were this wild,” he said with a low chuckle.

Leia’s eyes narrowed with pure hatred.

The second his hands left her, she rolled off the table, snatched the blaster, and pointed it straight at his chest. Cum was leaking down her thighs. Her legs were still shaking. Her hair was a disaster and her gown was ruined.

“Release Hera Syndulla right now,” she snarled, voice trembling with rage, “or I swear on my life I will kill you.”

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Chapter 3: Hera

Captain Jerec Korr looked at the half naked, cum-covered princess pointing a blaster at him… and burst out laughing. Hard.

Leia’s hand tightened around the grip, her voice shaking with fury.

“I said release Hera Syndulla! I’m not joking!”

Korr wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, still chuckling as he shook his head.

“Oh, Your Highness… that’s adorable.” He took a step closer, completely unafraid. “That blaster is a replica. It’s not real. I’ve known exactly what you were doing since the moment you walked in here. I just never expected you to actually go all the way.”

His eyes slowly dragged over her body, her ruined gown, and cum leaking down her thighs.

“You must have really needed this.”

The humiliation hit Leia like a slap. With a scream of pure rage, she lunged at him, swinging the useless weapon like a club.

Korr moved like a trained soldier. He caught her wrist, twisted it, and slammed her face-first against the wall, pinning her arms behind her back with humiliating ease. His body pressed against hers as he leaned in close to her ear.

“Careful now. Wouldn’t want to hurt yourself.”

He pressed a button on the wall.

“Troopers. Come in.”

Four stormtroopers entered the room. The moment they saw Princess Leia — gown bunched around her waist, face flushed, cum dripping down her thighs and streaked across her cheek — they froze.

One of them actually recoiled. “What the fuck…”

“Escort Her Highness to her new room,” Korr ordered calmly. “Right next to the other rebel scum.”

The walk through the corridors was pure torture.

Leia’s legs were still weak. Every step made more of Korr’s cum leak out of her and run down her thighs. The troopers kept glancing at her with disgust. One of them muttered under his breath, “Fucking whore,” loud enough for her to hear. Leia kept her head high, but her cheeks burned with shame.

They stopped in front of two adjacent holding cells.

Leia’s heart dropped when she looked into the one beside hers and saw Hera.

The proud Twi’lek captain was strapped face-down on a padded interrogation bench, completely immobilized. Thick durasteel restraints locked her wrists and ankles to the sides of the bench, while a heavy band across her waist and another around the back of her neck kept her pressed flat against the padded surface. Her beautiful green skin was covered in a sheen of sweat. Several fresh bruises and red marks marred her ass and thighs from days of relentless use.

Her orange pilot jumpsuit had been cut and torn away, leaving her almost completely naked. The shredded remains of her top barely clung to her shoulders, and her bottoms had been removed entirely. Her full, firm breasts were squashed beneath her against the bench, and her toned ass was raised slightly by the angled position of the machine.

Mechanical arms were working her without mercy.

One thick, ridged dildo pistoned steadily into her pussy, stretching her swollen folds with every deep thrust. A second probe was buried in her ass. Alternating. Between her parted lips, a third thick shaft was relentlessly fucking her throat, forcing her to drool and gag around it constantly. Her lekku — normally so expressive — hung limply on either side of her head, twitching with every brutal thrust.

Hera’s eyes were half-lidded and glassy, tears streaking down her flushed green cheeks. Every few seconds her body would jerk and shudder as another unwanted orgasm was forced through her exhausted body. Muffled, broken moans vibrated around the dildo in her throat as her hips twitched helplessly against the restraints.

She looked utterly destroyed — the once-fierce rebel captain reduced to a dripping and moaning wreck, her body no longer her own.

“Hera!” Leia cried out.

Hera’s eyes fluttered open. The moment she saw Leia, another orgasm ripped through her. Her whole body convulsed, muffled screams vibrating around the dildo in her throat, tears running down her face.

“Hold on!” Leia screamed, slamming her hands against the energy barrier. “Stop this! Let her go!”

Several agonizing minutes later, the machines finally slowed to a stop. The dildo in Hera’s throat retracted with a wet pop. Hera gasped for air, her voice completely broken.

“Leia…? What… what are you doing here?”

“I’m here to rescue you,” Leia said, her voice cracking.

Hera let out a weak, bitter laugh.

“…How’s that going for you?”

They spoke quietly for a while. Hera told her the machines activated every four hours and always ran for a full hour. She was being tortured like this for days, until she gave up the locations of several rebel cells. So far she had refused. Leia spoke of Kanan, explaining that they would plan a rescue if she didn't return in time. Hera shook her head softly, whispering that it would be a suicide mission. Four hours later, the machines whirred back to life.

Hera’s eyes filled with dread as the thick dildos began pushing into her again. Her body immediately started trembling.

“No— please—” Leia screamed, banging on the barrier. “Stop! I’ll do whatever you want! Just stop hurting her!”

The machines kept going relentlessly.

Captain Korr eventually appeared, looking calm and satisfied.

“You want to make a deal, Princess?”

Leia swallowed her pride, voice shaking.

“Let her go. I’ll do anything you ask.”

Hera weakly tried to speak, trying to tell her not to, but another wave of forced pleasure cut her off as her body betrayed her again.

Korr smiled at the sight.

“I can’t release her just yet. But… I suppose we can compromise. If you behave yourself, I’ll reduce her sessions to one per day.”

Leia looked at Hera — exhausted and covered in sweat — then back at Korr.

She nodded slowly.

“…Deal.”

Korr smiled and gestured down the corridor.

“Then come with me, Your Highness. You can fresh up first, we have business to discuss.”

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Chapter 4: The Bountyhunter

Leia stood under the hot stream of water for a long time.

She scrubbed every inch of her body, trying to wash away Captain Korr’s cum, his smell, and the memory of what she had done. No matter how hard she scrubbed, she could still feel him inside her. The water eventually ran cold, but the shame remained.

When she stepped out, fresh clothes were waiting on the bench. They were beautiful — a delicate white outfit clearly designed for a princess. The problem was the fabric. It was so thin and fine it was almost transparent. The moment she put it on, her nipples were clearly visible through the material, and the curve of her hips and ass were barely hidden.

She had no other choice.

When she was brought back to Captain Korr’s office, he didn’t waste time.

“I have a problem,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “There’s a bounty hunter I need for a very important job. His name is Bossk. Unfortunately, I don’t have the credits to pay his full fee.”

Korr turned his datapad toward her and showed several images of the massive Trandoshan. Leia’s stomach dropped.

“I made him a deal,” Korr continued calmly. “Half his normal rate… in exchange for one night with you.”

Leia’s voice rose sharply. “Are you insane?! He’ll rip me in half!”

“He gave me his word he won’t permanently damage you,” Korr replied. “He won’t be gentle, but he wants you to survive. He wants you to remember him.”

Leia backed away, shaking her head. “You’re crazy. I’m not doing this.”

Korr’s expression turned cold.

“Fine. Then I’ll send Hera instead.” He shrugged. “Though I don’t think Bossk will be nearly as careful with her.”

The silence that followed was suffocating.

Leia clenched her fists so hard her nails dug into her palms.

“…Fine,” she spat. “I’ll do it. But after this… we both walk free.”

Korr smiled.

“If you can still walk afterwards, you’re both free to go. You have my word.”

“As if that means anything,” Leia hissed.

“You have no other choice, Princess. But I never break my word. Once you’ve paid the bounty hunter, both of you will be released.”

* * *

Five hours later, a loud roar echoed outside the building as Bossk’s ship landed.

Leia walked toward the vessel in the thin, nearly transparent dress, her heart hammering in her chest. The ramp lowered with a hiss of steam.

Bossk stood at the top.

The massive Trandoshan was even bigger than she imagined. His yellow eyes locked onto her immediately. A thick string of drool slid from the corner of his mouth as he stared at her barely-covered body.

“Princesssss…” he growled, voice deep and raspy. “You are even more delicious than the pictures.”

He stepped aside, letting her enter his ship.

The moment the ramp closed behind her, Bossk didn’t waste any time.

He grabbed her by the waist and shoved her down to her knees. His cock was monstrous — ridged, and covered in a leathery texture that looked almost like scaled skin. The smell was strong and musky.

He gripped her head with both clawed hands and pushed his cock into her mouth.

Leia’s eyes widened as he stretched her lips painfully wide. He fucked her throat with deep thrusts, not caring about her gagging or choking. Within seconds her throat was raw and burning. Thick strands of drool and precum dripped from her chin onto her thin dress.

Bossk used her mouth like a toy for what felt like forever, growling in pleasure every time she choked.

When he finally pulled out, his cock was glistening with her saliva and his own juices. He flipped her onto her hands and knees, yanked her dress up, and shoved his massive cock into her pussy in one brutal thrust.

Leia screamed.

The leathery texture of his cock created overwhelming friction. Every ridge dragged against her walls as he pounded into her. The sensation was too much. She came violently within the first minute, her whole body shaking as she cried out.

Bossk didn’t slow down.

He kept fucking her with terrifying stamina, pounding her into the metal floor. Leia came again. And again. Her mind started to melt. The constant, brutal pleasure broke something inside her.

After her fourth orgasm, something changed in her.

Her eyes grew glassy. Her mouth fell open. Without thinking, Leia started pushing back against him, desperately fucking herself onto his massive cock.

Bossk let out a deep, satisfied hiss.

“Yessss… that’s it, little princesss…”

The Trandoshan could feel the shift in her — the way her body had stopped fighting and started chasing. He slowed his thrusts slightly, letting her do more of the work, watching with satisfaction as the proud princess impaled herself on his massive shaft again and again.

Leia’s mind was hazy, drowning in overwhelming pleasure. Every ridge and bump on his cock dragged perfectly against her walls, hitting places she didn’t even know existed. Her moans grew louder, completely shameless now.

She pushed back harder, fucking herself onto him. Her thin white dress was bunched uselessly around her waist, her breasts swaying with every movement. The wet, filthy sound of her soaked pussy taking his cock filled the small cabin.

Bossk pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and shoved her legs up high. He drove back into her in a brutal thrust, now staring down at her face as he fucked her.

Leia’s eyes were half-lidded, mouth open, moaning uncontrollably. She came again — hard — her walls fluttering and squeezing around his thick cock. Her legs shook violently in the air as the orgasm tore through her.

But Bossk still wasn’t done.

He kept that same merciless pace for hours. He took her in every position he wanted — on her back, on her side, bent over his pilot chair, even holding her up in the air like she weighed nothing while he slammed up into her.

By the time he finally reached his limit, Leia was a complete mess. Her voice was hoarse from screaming, her body covered in sweat, and her pussy swollen and dripping.

With a guttural hiss, Bossk buried himself to the hilt one final time and came. The sheer amount of cum he pumped into her was overwhelming and endless. It overflowed instantly, gushing out around his cock and running down her ass.

He stayed buried inside her for a minute, breathing heavily, before finally pulling out.

Leia lay on the floor of his ship, legs spread, chest heaving, completely destroyed. Cum poured out of her in thick streams. Her eyes were glassy, her body still twitching with aftershocks.

Bossk looked down at her, his long tongue flicking out across his teeth.

“Princessss… you were worth every credit.”

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Chapter 5: The Aftermath

Bossk had to practically carry Leia out of his ship.

Her legs were still shaking, her mind floating in a thick haze. She barely registered that she was walking, only that Bossk’s massive clawed hand was wrapped around her upper arm, guiding her.

When they entered Captain Korr’s office, Bossk gave Leia a small shove forward. She stumbled slightly, still dazed, her thin transparent dress clinging to her sweat-covered body.

Korr stood up from behind his desk with an evil smile. He walked over and shook Bossk’s hand firmly.

“Half the credits, as agreed,” Korr said, transferring the payment. “Pleasure doing business with you.”

Bossk grinned, showing rows of sharp teeth, and glanced back at Leia.

“Was worth every credit,” the Trandoshan hissed, his yellow eyes lingering on her. “Goodbye, little Princessss. I won’t forget you.”

Leia, still lost in her post-orgasm fog, gave him a small, dreamy smile and softly replied, “Goodbye…”

The moment the words left her mouth, reality slammed back into her.

Her eyes widened in horror. Her smile vanished instantly.

Both Bossk and Korr burst out laughing at the exact same time.

“Oh, she's back,” Korr chuckled, clearly amused. “You really did a number on her, didn’t you, Bossk?”

The Trandoshan smirked. “She started pushing back real soon. Very enthusiastic little female.”

Leia’s face burned with humiliation as the two men openly mocked her. She wanted the floor to swallow her whole.

When Bossk finally left, Leia turned to Korr.

“Can we leave now?”

Korr smiled.

“Don’t worry, Princess. I keep my word. You’ve fulfilled your part. Both of you will be released. You just need a little… processing first.”

Leia’s stomach tightened.

“What processing?”

Before she could react, two troopers grabbed her arms and marched her into an adjacent room. They clamped her wrists and ankles into metal restraints built into the wall, forcing her to stand spread-eagled.

A medical probe droid hovered in. It methodically brushed and scrubbed every inch of her body, removing all traces of Bossk’s cum. Then a pressurized shower rinsed her completely clean.

Leia barely had time to process what was happening before a mechanical arm rose from the floor between her legs. A thick nozzle pushed inside her pussy without warning. She gasped as it went deep.

She felt a heavy, warm liquid being pumped into her — far deeper than anything should go. Her belly felt strangely full.

Before she could even panic, a sedative was released into the fluid. Leia’s vision blurred almost instantly. Her head dropped forward as she lost consciousness.

* * *

Hours later, Leia slowly woke up.

The first thing she felt was a gentle hand stroking her cheek. She opened her eyes to see Hera kneeling over her, looking exhausted but alive.

They were lying on soft grass. Trees surrounded them. The Imperial building was nowhere in sight.

“Hera…?” Leia croaked with a raw voice.

Hera gave her a tired smile.

“Hey. Welcome back.”

Leia tried to sit up. “What happened? Where are we?”

“I don’t know,” Hera admitted quietly. “I woke up here about an hour ago. They must have dropped us off while we were both unconscious. We’re free… somehow.”

Leia stared up at the sky, her body aching, her mind still foggy from everything that had happened.

She had gone through all of that — sold her body twice — just to get Hera out.

And now here they were.

Free.

Hera gently brushed a strand of hair out of Leia’s face.

“Whatever you did, you didn’t have to do that for me,” she whispered.

Leia closed her eyes, voice barely audible.

“Yes I did.”

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Chapter 6: The Emperor’s Design

Captain Jerec Korr stood in the dark at attention in his office. The only light came from the blue glow of the holoprojector in front of him.

A hooded figure materialized in the air. Even though the image was slightly distorted, the overwhelming presence of Emperor Palpatine was unmistakable. Those yellow eyes burned through the hologram.

“Is it done?” the Emperor asked.

Korr bowed his head respectfully.

“Yes, my Emperor. The plan was executed perfectly.”

Palpatine remained silent, waiting for more details.

Korr continued, “Princess Leia Organa submitted to both myself and the bounty hunter exactly as you predicted. After the Trandoshan was finished with her, we subjected her to the processing protocol. She was injected with the exact formula you provided.”

A cruel, thin smile spread across Palpatine’s withered face.

“The full dosage?”

“Completely, my lord. The fluid was pumped directly into her womb. Every trace of the serum has been absorbed. If she ever conceives a child… that child will be poisoned by the dark side from the moment of conception.”

Palpatine let out a low, rasping laugh that grew into something far more sinister. The sound sent a chill even down Korr’s spine.

“Excellent…” the Emperor hissed, clearly pleased. “The so-called ‘Chosen One’s’ bloodline will be forever tainted. The Force itself will turn any offspring she produces towards the dark side. The Jedi’s precious hope dies with her future.”

Korr kept his head lowered.

“Shall I continue monitoring her, my Emperor?”

“No,” Palpatine replied, still chuckling darkly. “Let her return to her pathetic Rebellion. Let her believe she won this little victory. The damage is already done.”

The Emperor’s yellow eyes gleamed with malicious satisfaction.

“She will never know why her children became vicious…”

Palpatine’s laughter echoed through the office as the hologram flickered and disappeared, leaving Korr alone in the dark.