Dev Shadows of Atrisia

[Junko Ike]

She turns her head over her shoulder, face alight with pure enjoyment lips curved in a soft, blissful smile, dark eyes half-lidded with eager anticipation as if reveling in her chosen submission and the princess's impending claim. The opulent chamber, with marble floors, arched windows, and flickering glowlight, thrums with the intoxicating aura of hard-won triumph and promised reward. THe bed itself was massive, the Atrisian standard in some ways now that they were more and more becoming opulent, decadent and hedonistic with an air of command, authority and military might. THey showed that in the battle of Jar'kei and skies of Atrisia.

The massive bed itself had thick aurodium and kyber chains holding it up as the posts. Intricately carved with figures, images and motifs from across the planet. The size made to hold up to twenty adult wookiees or ten hutts. The chains were that strong but there was also repulsors under it that allowed it to hover so it wouldn't make sounds. The silk of the sheets, the softness of the mattress and pillows that allow one to be cooled in the summer as the breeze even comes off of the ocean smelling of salt.... but in the winter they could be turned over to retain heat for warmth. She looked at the war wife, the war bride in the bed who had been gifted to her for her duties and her muscles were refined.

 

[Junko Ike]

"Princess." The voice didn't come from the ebony skinned woman in the bed it came from the three off to the side. The three devoted Atrisian handmaidens Maki, Aqua, and Kiyomi glide forward with fluid grace from their positions beside the bed, their pale lavender silk gowns whispering softly against the marble floor as they approach the princess. A faint floral perfume wafts from the fresh pink blossoms woven into their lustrous dark hair, mingling with the chamber's jasmine incense and the subtle, heady warmth of pearl and crystal dust lightly dusted over their smooth, porcelain skin, causing it to shimmer ethereally in the golden glowlight like moonlit dew on sacred stone.

Delicate kyberite bracelets and anklets tinkle softly with their movements, a gentle chime underscoring their harmonious steps, while the sheer fabric of their robes drapes elegantly over their voluptuous yet refined figures, accentuating subtle differences in their beauty that celebrate Atrisian diversity within unity and beauty. Maki, the foremost and most composed, leads with serene authority her heart-shaped face framed by hair partially swept up with a cluster of blossoms behind one ear, her bright, almond-shaped eyes radiating warm devotion beneath elegantly arched brows, and her full lips painted in a deeper rose hue that complements her slightly taller, willowy grace.

 

[Junko Ike]

Aqua, the central one with a playful spark, follows closely her tresses tumbling freely in glossy waves adorned by a single vibrant blossom at her temple, her rounder face alight with an inviting, radiant smile that reveals dimpled cheeks, her eyes sparkling with gentle mischief and framed by longer lashes, her posture exuding a softer, more curvaceous allure. She moved with a smile on her face that could melt hearts but she was all for the Sansin... and for the moment that was all for the princess as she guided her hands to show thanks. Her voice coming out. "We are here princess to give you tribute and reward for protecting out mistress."

Kiyomi, the third with quiet attentiveness, completes the trio her gentle waves of hair pinned with twin symmetrical blooms on either side, her oval face conveying serene joy through softly glowing cheeks and eyes of deeper amber tone, her form balanced with poised reserve and subtle strength in her lithe limbs. As they draw near, Aqua inclines her head in deep respect before extending slender hands toward the princess, her voice melodic and soothing with the refined lilt of the palace court. "Allow us, Your Highness," she murmurs, fingers lightly brushing the edges of the princess's lavender gown in offer to gently unfasten and remove it, easing her into repose.

 

[Junko Ike]

Maki, stepping to the side with a soft rustle of silk and chime of jewelry, reaches for a nearby crystal decanter of warmed scented oil rich with sandalwood and jasmine pouring a glistening stream into a small alabaster bowl, the aromatic vapor rising to envelop the air in luxurious warmth. "A fitting treasure for our defender, Your Highness," she comments softly, her tone laced with genuine adMakition as her gaze flickers appreciatively toward the ebony-skinned war bride reclining on the bed, her words propelling the moment toward indulgent reward. Junko offered a smile to her and all of them as her own handmaidens were there and finding their places.

Kiyomi, ever observant, positions herself to assist seamlessly, her pearl-dusted skin catching the light as she adjusts a crimson pillow and draws back a velvet curtain, ensuring the princess's comfort while the trio's collective presence heightens the chamber's tactile opulence the cool brush of silk, the warm glow on skin, the layered scents weaving a cocoon of triumph and anticipation ahead of the feast. Junko's army of Handmaidens mirroring them as Phaidor was right there looking down at the war bride and offered a nod of her head. "Beautiful." She said it and Barca was there as well as Kenzo even following as the large cathar warior gave a nod of her head.

 

[Junko Ike]

As the handmaidens complete their gentle ministrations Aqua easing the princess's lavender gown from her shoulders with reverent care, Maki setting aside the bowl of warmed oil, and Kiyomi adjusting the crimson pillows for perfect comfort Princess Junko steps forward, her long hair flowing like silken starlight down her back, the pale warmth of her skin glowing softly in the chamber's golden light. Freed from the clinging silk, she moves with graceful authority toward the massive hovering bed, her eyes fixed on the war bride with growing fascination, drawing close enough now to truly appreciate the gift up close for the first time.

Up close, the war bride's allure unfolds in breathtaking clarity as Junko looks down with her handmaidens and the others, her brides flawlessly smooth and unmared ebony skin shimmering with a deep, velvety gloss from the scented oils, each curve illuminated in exquisite detail as if polished by devoted hands. THe signs of her skill as she never took injuries in battle. Reclining in her languid pose one knee drawn up, body arched subtly to accentuate the generous swell of her hips and the full, rounded perfection of her form she radiates a magnetic warmth that draws the princess closer. The ample softness of her chest rises and falls with measured breaths, pressing gently into the crimson velvet, while the smooth gleam of her shaved head highlights the elegant strength of her neck and the refined angles of her face.

 

[Junko Ike]

High, sculpted cheekbones, boldly arched brows framing dark eyes that burn with quiet intensity and blissful surender, and full lips parted in a soft, inviting smile that reveals a hint of white teeth. At the base of her spine, the aurodium palace crest catches the light with every subtle shift a intricate motif of intertwined kyber shards and blooming vines, gleaming like liquid aurodium against her rich skin, marking her as a treasured conquest willingly claimed. The heady fusion of jasmine and sandalwood rises warmly from her body, enveloping Junko as she leans in, the war bride's half-lidded gaze meeting hers directly now, alight with eager anticipation and a profound, sensual devotion that transforms former pride into exquisite offering.

As the ebony-skinned war bride reclines on the crimson velvet, oiled skin glistening under the golden light, her mind swirls with conflicting currents resigned bliss, sharp nostalgia, and quiet resolve. Her thoughts unfold in vivid fragments: She was here but she remembered the battle of Jar'kai, the empire throwing tens of thousands of soldiers at multiuple shields... the layers were there and even with field disruptors in the drop pods... they still sent all of the forces at a single location. The drop pods overwhelmed as they smacked into each other, into thick stone she has only learned now was able to take orbital bombardment and lightsabers could barely scratch let alone cut.

 

[Junko Ike]

The scents and memories eased, sped through.. her drop pod holding only her. The firm kiss of Valka herr warrior queen of a fighter. Ivorry skin barely kissed by the sun, veins under the skin were so strong they were like icy blue lines throughout her muscles. The blonde hair, her sheer size compared to many of the others and her body being like hers... thickly muscled, beautiful and softness to the touch under her hands. She knew her thoughts of her would always return... her warrior queen. The thoughts of Valka speaking to her in the night. The Fire, baby. It'll burn us both. It'll kill us both. There's no place in this galaxy for our kind of fire. My warrior woman. My war goddess. You'll always be mine. Always... and never.

The memory was not of fear, but of a fierce, focused clarity. The shudder of launch, the violent kiss of atmospheric entry, the world narrowing to the targeting display and the heartbeat in her ears. The chaos of the Imperial assault not a strategic strike, but a brutalist hammer thrown at the exquisite, layered shield of Atrisia. Even then, a part of her had known it was wasteful, a grim calculation of flesh against impossible fortifications. THe empire had a death star rebuilt and that had been the height of their plan. Overwhelm or try to.. they hadn't expected any of it. The people were not just fighters, they were all trained as they learned... the adapted quickly.

 

[Junko Ike]

She had seen things... horrors just in the logistical aspects of it. There was the danger of everything they did. Jar'kai had been a fortress, its streets narrow and designed to filter them, its buildings secured and made to be used by fire teams. The different levels, the defensive turrets and the traps that they had developed. She saw the power the Atrisians had and it was much more dangerous.. worse she could hear theirr comlinks... they openly broadcasted troop movements... not because they were unencrypted.... because they wanted them to know.. they wanted the soldiers invading to know they were being monitored even when they were ssneaking through the buildings and there was discarded comlinks.

Her mind eased and raced. This palace air is too sweet, too soft jasmine and sandalwood choking out the old scents of smoke and steel. But I chose this. Gods, I chose it. A memory surges unbidden: her wife back on the Imperial Capital now of Coruscant, the fierce, muscled, ruthless mandalorian like warrioress who claimed her amid countless battlefields. Tall and commanding, with wild cascades of braided blonde hair streaked by frost and blood, piercing ice-blue eyes that could freeze an enemy or melt her defenses. Her form was a masterpiece of rugged power broad shoulders forged from wielding massive axes, her body straining against fur-lined armor, powerful thighs and hips that spoke of unyielding strength, pale skin marked by intricate tribal tattoos glowing faintly in barracks light.

 

[Junko Ike]

They had fought side by side, shared furs in victory tents, her wife's rough hands tracing her form with possessive tenderness, growling promises of eternal closeness and union under starless skies. She would call this betrayal. "Fight or die free," she'd snarl, her voice like cracking thunder. But returning... they'd strip me of rank, parade me as broken. Or worse execute me for "collaboration." No. Better this exile in silk chains than a traitor's end.
The reasons sounded good, it would be hard to justify to others but she had seen those who were deemed traitors for surviving in attacks... or ones who had been captured in skirmishes and how even if they didn't say anything the failure saw them executed.

Blizzards of memory rage in my mind... temple ruins fading into steam from our skin on the snow, Valka's pale form glistening, silver piercings delicate rings with dangling charms glinting as she towers over me, blonde braids wild... then sharper flashes of our shared conquests, bodies entwined in dominance. Ice cavern glows dim a lithe Twi'lek dancer, vibrant blue skin and patterned lekku, captured from an underworld club. She writhes ecstatically between us, her long lekku wrapped possessively around Valka's golden braids, pulling my Storm Queen closer while I grip her hips until she dances no more but surrenders to us.

 

[Junko Ike]

Flickering memories come in sharper caverns echo, fur pelts beneath us. A red-haired Mandalorian captive, fierce beskar stripped away, her freckled skin flushing crimson. Valka's pale form pressing into her back, me there with her and enjoyment... contentment. Thoughts shift... dim Sith academy chamber, runes flickering. A young Sith apprentice, tattooed and defiant at first, now subdued in our embrace as her lithe body trembles at Valka's fingers tracing her throat, thumb brushing against the girl's lips in teasing command, ourr combined might melting the apprentices rage and defiance into blissful submission to the warrior queens.

Her thoughts of the time leading up to this surges forward the Battle of Coruscant chaos, smoke and sirens. A captured senator, elegant robes torn, once proud in the Senate halls, now on her knees in our commandeered penthouse overlooking burning spires. She trembles and begs, voice cracking with fear and worry as she see the orbital bombardment. Then the loyal one our Imperial comms officer, uniform long discarded, clings to us in the barracks of the ship as the Empire's fleet surges toward the Atrisian Commonwealths outer breakwater. The whispers of Atrisia's fall fueling the advance. THe thoughts of it crushing the Alliance. From initial tearful "thank you, Mommies" in submission

 

[Junko Ike]

Her thoughts were there... on the surface but there was something to be said about Atrisians and they had learned this in the battle the hard way. THey looked delicate but they were beskar steel and diamond. Her breathing hitched as she thought about it but there was so much to it. THey had seen reports, not really reports speculation. The Breakwater as it was called was massive. a great wall of metal and shields in space... billions of stations linked across an entirre region of space... massive feats of engineering and they were going to attack the ones who designed in. A people who had survived several sith attacks and rebuilt seemingly stronger each time.

The breakwater she remembered seeing the danger of it as they hadn't managed to damage a large section of it.. they took out two of the stations to make enough space for the death star to pass through. Enough for them to turtle and defend themselves as they got through and were faced with interdiction stations and beacons... narrowing even more their ability to travel. The interrnal hyperspace lanes were charted before the breakwater but with all of the stations, mines and even more the routes had been altered fundamentally making it so only their ships could navigate through... and it did what it was meant to do. It stalled them it made them have to take precious time.

 

[Junko Ike]

The Atrisians she could see, had seen when given time to prepare in this case they had days or early warning of a hostile force. Had set the perfect trrrap, stonewalling them at every turn and once they managed to get into the system two thirds of the fleet was damaged, a large compliment of munitions exhausted and worse they were tracking Atrisian ships... not coming at them but following their pathway they had fought to make. They had begun rrepairs right away.. they werren't going to trap and overwhelm with fleets... she had suspected that could come later.. they were sealing the breach that had been created in the defenses.

Then they had fought through the system itself, each planet its own fleet, its own fortress. Atrisia had fortified its entire system to be a battlefield on a scale no one else was thinking... each step was hard fought for and won as the ships had clawed... until finally they had managed to get there.. in orrbit of the world and the ships were deployed. She could recall it in vivid detail as the fleet was trading blows with the alliance and otherr fleets that had come to fight them and aid Atrisia.. their own ships facing powerful fighters frrom the Commonwealth but their defensive stations were the most dangerous with hundreds in orbit. It was like Coruscants battlemoons had been multiplied by several factors.

 

[Junko Ike]

The tactical approach had been lost.. they knew they were coming, the direct approach was to deploy to tactical locations and coordinate but that wasn't it. Valka had revealed the plan to her in the last few moments as the death star itself was being boarded quickly. The atrrisian forces and a number rof others were using tactical means and equipment no one had seen encountered before. The deployment to the planet saw tens of thousands of pods smashing into each other, buildings.. some missing entirely and going into the no mans land at the bottom of the chasm around the city. You could see the ground it was only five kilometers down but it was essentially a dead zone with the defensive measures.

Then surviving that she had seen the city, sleek and functional... with its massive walls around it and then another walls forr that. Some tried to make positions at the walls but that made a kill box. The bridge they couldn't hold with the trains that went under it allowing them access to the city itself and the shields.. the bane of their attack that was preventing aerial support... keeping the fighters they had from being used... the Atrisian had multiple shield generators across the city, multiple power grids... her squad as they recovered getting out of the single person metal pods had first needed to get a medic to them for concussions and broken limbs. Field disruptors for the planetary shield meant no impact protections or defensive systems.

 

[Junko Ike]

She could recall so much of it, the sounds of those ten hours and that was it... they had spent days clawing towards this planet. Facing escalating defenses and where COruscant fell in time from their numbers... here their numbers, meant nothing. The Atrisians converted energy expelled with generators into power for their defensive grid and more power. Droids were constantly clearing and breaking down drop pods, armor and discarded equipment to turn it into repairs, equipment for the people there.. and their bunkers were made to withstand a supernova going off as they learned. She didn't see anything from her superiors who only sent more soldiers down and then more wanting to overwhelm an enemy force.

Those ten hours of hell added up into the ultimate gut blow to her though as they were trying to fight their way towards the Spire of Jaar'kai. The place that was marked as the most important, it was the center of the city, the largest structure, the one with the most turrets, shield genrators and where commands were being issued from.. it had to serve them for the palace.. it had to house the emperor himself... but it didn't. As soon as most squads got to the massive open area dragons.. massive serpentine dragons came... with force riders, tanks that were small single person and able to speed around were able to be concealed in buildings and they had skilled drivers.

 

[Junko Ike]

To call it a trap would imply they had not suspected it but what happens when everything being shown is that you are facing danger on a scale no one else has seen. The Atrisians wanted to be left alone, they didn't involve themselves with the galaxy... they isolated behind their breakwater even with the threats of the Empire against the Alliance... but they were attacking them and she had seen it. She saw the implants the Atrisians got, implant dermal armor under the skin that hardened their flesh to be like diamonds.. they were able to take blades ot the chest and the blade shattered... she saw one civilian and that was what they thought throw a drop pod.

The empire had sent them to the grinder, to the slaughter to try and overwhelm a force that had as she learned later.... compulsary military serrvice, from sixteen to ninety five thanks to the advanced implants they got using biogel so it rewrote DNA and the body rather then stick out or look obvious... All able bodied were trained... they were soldiers giving a standing army in the trillions. The Commonwealth itself was a military force men, women and teens, their animals were given advanced armors, their allies were foreign soldiers and mercenaries... mandalorians, echani, cathar, hapan... and they were highly paid, highly trained, highly loyal. selected specifically because they couldn't be bought once signed on.

 

[Junko Ike]

The Atrisians knew they were there.. they had set the slaughter and when the explosion in the skies came as the death star detonated... as the fleet fled in retreat... her thoughts went to Valka whom she could feel... she knew she was alive but she was there.. if they hadn't managed to take Jar'kai as the planet itself mobilized around them... then they would be stuck on the planet. Abandoned... then the offer from the Atrisians for surrender came and they did.. some tried to fight but they were captured... the Atrisians confiscated their equipment but gave them the chance to return home with a transport... and when it came back with the bodies she saw what fate awaited those who returned.

Yet beneath the ache of loss, a thrill stirs. The princess approaches delicate, ethereal, a vision of starlight hair and lavender grace so unlike her wife's raw ferocity. This new claim feels like surrender wrapped in luxury: the aurodium crest burning warm at her back, marking her as treasured property. No more endless wars; only this opulent repose, body offered as tribute. I was proud once. Now... this warmth, this anticipation it's not defeat. It's survival redefined. Pleasure as armor. If my old love could see me now, posed like a conquered goddess... would she rage? Or understand the mercy in yielding to beauty? Her half-lidded eyes meet Junko's, a soft smile curving her lips. Forgive me, my storm-wife. I trade your ice for their golden fire. And in this bed, I am reborn.

 

[Junko Ike]

This close, every nuance speaks of resilient beauty honed by battle yet softened in submission the subtle play of muscle beneath oiled curves, the inviting dimples at her lower back, the overall aura of exotic strength and promised indulgence that thrums like a shared heartbeat in the opulent air. The war bride shifts ever so slightly, extending one hand in silent welcome, her voice emerging at last in a low, husky murmur laced with her imperial accent: "My Princess... I am yours to command." She said it with her smile full and Junko could only think about one thing. Her thoughts about the war bride were there but this woman haad done something despite her strength... impressive. Her thoughts drifted.

Junko leaned in, her breath mingling with the war bride's scented warmth, and claimed her lips in a slow, deliberate kiss soft at first, then deepening with the hunger of hard-won victory. The ebony beauty yielded with a throaty sigh, her hand tracing the princess's spine as handmaidens encircled them, pearl-dusted fingers gliding oil across joined skin. Phaidor and the others watched with approving nods, the chamber's golden light flickering like distant battlefires now tamed into passion. Hours would pass before the feast; triumph tasted sweetest when savored. The kiss remained one of the top kisses that she would be able to have and enjoy.

 

[Junko Ike]

Hours slipped away in a haze of scented oil, whispered commands, and shared ecstasy. The massive hovering bed cradled them all Junko at the center, her war bride yielding with fervent devotion, handmaidens weaving in like living silk, their pearl-dusted skin and floral perfumes blending into a symphony of touch. When at last the golden light softened toward evening, Junko rose, refreshed and radiant, her body humming with triumph's afterglow. A sheer robe of pale lavender draped her curves as she left the chamber, the war bride dozing contentedly amid crimson sheets, marked and claimed.

Time passed and the palace corridors unfolded like veins of crystal and stone, arched windows framing cascading gardens below and the endless turquoise sea beyond. Jasmine vines trailed overhead, releasing sweet bursts with each breeze. Junko walked unhurried, her bare feet silent on cool marble, Phaidor and a few handmaidens trailing at a respectful distance. The feast awaited in the grand hall, but curiosity drew her toward an open pavilion lounge overlooking the inner harbor one of the Sansin's private sanctums, its gauzy curtains billowing like breath. There, on a low lounge draped in deep crimson silk, she spotted a familiar sight that made her steps falter and a knowing smile curve her lips.

 

[Junko Ike]

The blue-haired woman Lady Shima, the Sansin's younger sister, her locks a vivid cascade of azure waves knelt entwined with her lover, their bodies pressed close in abandon. Shima's pale skin glowed against the rich, flawless ebony of her companion, whose long dark hair spilled like midnight over crimson fabric. They kissed deeply, passionately, forms molded together: hands and legs intertwined, the ebony beauty's fingers tracing Shima's as sunlight filtered through the window behind them, casting a soft halo over them. It mirrored perfectly the fervent embrace Junko had glimpsed from the airship on the beach below waves traded for silk, but the same unrestrained joy, the same proof of a world worth defending.

"Oh my," Junko murmured again, echoing her aerial whisper, her voice laced with delight. Shima's eyes fluttered open mid-kiss, recognizing her princess, and she pulled back just enough to offer a breathless, mischievous grin unashamed, inviting. "Your Highness," Shima purred, her lover's arms still wrapped possessively around her waist. "Join us? The feast can wait... as all good things do." Junko laughed softly, stepping closer, the scene stirring fresh warmth in her veins. She tookk more of it as the scenes of the kyber palace itself was always beautiful. The stone work within of interlocking and carved kazue stone showing the skill of Ancient Atrisians like at Kar'kai or the White Pearl and Sarnoi.

 

[Junko Ike]

Junko lingered a moment longer in the pavilion, her gaze warm upon Shima and her ebony-skinned lover still entwined, their shared laughter a soft melody against the harbor's distant waves. With a playful wink, she declined for now. "Tempting as it is, dear Shima, duty calls me to your sister first. Save some of that fire for the feast." She continued through the crystalline halls, the palace's inner light shifting to warmer ambers as evening deepened. Phaidor at her side, they ascended a spiraling viaduct toward the Sansin's private solar a vast, open terrace cradled high in the kyberite shell, overlooking the concentric city glowing like a jewel below.

There, in a sunlit alcove ringed by jasmine cascades and turquoise pools, Junko found the Sansin: Lady Kioshi Yarugata, ruler of Xam'Chi, her ethereal beauty undimmed by old wounds. Kioshi Yarugata's long, flowing white hair cascaded like fresh-fallen snow over porcelain-pale skin, her voluptuous form reclined gracefully on a low, cushioned dais of crimson silk. A sheer robe of silver-threaded lavender spoke of Atrisian vitality, even as her legs remained still. From the waist down, her flawless skin glistening with scented oils as two devoted handmaidens performed gentle physical therapy: one lifting and bending each leg in slow, deliberate exercises to maintain muscle tone and prevent atrophy.