**Chapter 462**
**Revelations**
**Scene 1**
**Gray Wolf – Private Quarters**
Dagon woke slowly, the warmth of multiple bodies pressed against him in a comfortable tangle. Soft breathing, the scent of skin and hair, the lingering glow of shared intimacy from the night before.
But something felt… off.
He opened his eyes to find all eight women staring at him with wide, concerned expressions.
Ahsoka was closest, propped up on one elbow, her lekku twitching nervously. "Dagon… you were glowing."
He blinked. "I glow all the time," he smirked, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from her face.
Ahsoka blushed but shook her head. "No, you were *actually* glowing. Like… your whole body. And your eyes were spinning. The red star was moving."
Shin Wren, still half-draped across his chest, nodded seriously. "It looked like the Force itself was swirling inside you."
Visenya leaned in, golden eyes narrowed. "And your new black arm… the runes were pulsing like a heartbeat."
Dagon sat up slowly, rubbing his face with his flesh hand. The black armored arm flexed instinctively, the Shield of Wrath humming faintly against his side.
"Oh… right," he muttered. "Guess talking to the Shield has that effect."
"The *Shield*?" Visenya asked, voice sharp.
Kayla's pink skin flushed darker with worry. "Dagon, what exactly *is* that thing attached to you?"
He exhaled, running a hand through his messy hair. "It's… complicated. And no, Shin," he added quickly as the white-haired Jedi Master blushed deeply, "I don't think it can see us when we're intimate. At least… I really hope not."
Erictia, still nestled against his side, looked equal parts fascinated and mortified.
Zule crossed her arms. "Okay. Never mind that for now. What exactly happened last night?"
Dagon looked at all of them — his lovers, his family, his greatest weakness and greatest strength — and knew he couldn't keep hiding everything anymore.
"Get dressed," he said quietly. "We need Nox and Ashara here too. And… it's probably best if our more intimate affairs stay separate from this conversation."
**Scene 2**
Ten minutes later, the group gathered in the secure briefing room adjacent to Dagon's quarters. Nox and Ashara arrived quickly, sensing the gravity in his summons.
"Okay, we're here," Nox said, arms crossed. "What's this about?"
Dagon stood at the head of the holographic table. With a gesture, he activated a complex star map — multiple galaxies and universes overlaid in glowing blue, red, and violet.
"The fate of this galaxy," he began, voice low and serious, "my former galaxy, this universe, another universe… and possibly everything we know and hold dear."
The room fell deathly silent.
Dagon pointed to the central hologram.
"This is our galaxy — the one we call the Celestial River. This," he highlighted a dark, corrupted section, "is the destroyed Skynet alternate universe. After the first use of the time displacement device in the Milky Way galaxy, Skynet won. It consumed everything. This," another highlight, "is my original future-war galaxy — the one I came from. And *this*…"
A massive, blood-red galaxy pulsed ominously.
"This is Darth Vitiate's domain. Yes, he is still alive, Nox. Ashara. He tried to possess me through the rift. I severed his link, but he didn't die. In that galaxy, he rules as the God-Emperor of Mankind — the immortal ruler of a violent, xenophobic human empire powered by something called the Warp. He wants to conquer our galaxy next."
Silence.
Then panic.
Ahsoka's eyes widened. "Another universe? Another *Emperor*? And he's a Sith Lord?"
Zule's voice shook. "How are we supposed to fight something like that? We barely survived the Yuuzhan Vong scouts!"
Flare gripped the table. "If he's as powerful as you say… and he already sent forces after you…"
Kayla's skin flushed deep pink with shared anxiety. "We're just… we're just people. How do we stop a god-emperor from another reality?"
Stella looked like she might faint. Visenya's hand instinctively went to her lightsaber.
Nox's face had gone pale. "Vitiate… as the Emperor? That's… that's monstrous. Even at his weakest, he was a planet-devourer."
Ashara looked equally shaken. "And Skynet is still out there too? In another timeline, waiting?"
Dagon raised a hand, his black armored arm catching the light.
"I know it sounds insane. I know it's terrifying. But we have advantages. We know they're coming. We have time — decades, maybe — before the full Yuuzhan Vong invasion and before Vitiate can force another rift. We have the Shield," he flexed the dark arm, "and whatever power it's feeding me. We have each other."
He looked at all of them, his voice softening.
"I won't lie. This is bigger than anything we've faced. But I refuse to let these monsters take our galaxy. Our home. Our future."
Shin Wren stepped forward, taking his hand — the armored one — without hesitation.
"Then we fight," she said firmly. "Together."
One by one, the others nodded. Fear still lingered in their eyes, but so did resolve.
Dagon allowed himself a small, tired smile.
"Good. Because we're going to need all of you."
The hologram continued to spin, showing the terrifying scale of what lay ahead.
But for the first time, Dagon didn't feel alone facing it.