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The first thing that I did in the morning was subdue and disarm Himiko of the kitchen knife she’d tried to cut my throat with. Her attempt at killing me was cute, like a toddler throwing a tantrum when they didn’t get to have chilled gundark marrow. The way she snapped her teeth at me as I held her by the back of her shirt was adorable, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

I took her upstairs to the spare bedroom where freshly laundered clothes were neatly folded on her bed. I threw her onto her stomach and stepped back, folding my arms under my bust as I gave her clothes a pointed stare. She gave me a predatory glare, and I’m sure she thought she was being terrifying and intimidating, but really, she was like a grumpy kitten.

“What?” she glowered, glaring up at me from her position on her belly.

“Put those on,” I told her, giving a nod towards the training clothes.

“Why?” she asked petulantly.

“Because you have training to do,” I said simply, making her glare turn to a look of confusion. Generously, I elaborated, “I see potential in you, little one. I am taking you under my wing, you will be my apprentice. That begins with physical conditioning.”

“You want me to exercise?” she asked, sounding unsure.

“Yes, although not like you've been doing,” I replied, seeing her eyes widen a little.

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked, her voice dropping an octave as her eyes went wide.

“Ah, let's just say you'll be working out alongside Max,” I answered her question, watching as she trembled. “Now get dressed, I won’t tell you again.”

This time, she obeyed. Within five minutes, I was leading her and Max on a jog along the coastline. I kept pace beside them, wearing a pair of gym shorts and a tank top, my hair pulled up in a ponytail. Himiko's workout clothes consisted of a loose t-shirt and sweatpants, the bottoms of which hugged her hips and thighs. Max was in a tracksuit, the material tight across his shoulders and chest. The three of us jogged together, Max and Himiko trailing slightly behind me. After ten minutes of running, we reached the boardwalk overlooking a beach that resembled a dumping ground.

I stopped, letting Max and Himiko catch their breath before I started stretching. When I stood up straight, Himiko stopped too, staring at me with wide eyes. Specifically, the way my tank top hugged my core.

Chuckling, I turned towards the beach, blinking upon seeing a young woman, roughly Himiko’s age, running from a mound of trash with a rubber tire over her shoulder. I hummed consideringly to myself, getting a similar sense from her that I did from Himiko. Regardless, it had been enough of a rest for my two pupils, so we resumed jogging. This time, Max took point, and he led us to a separate stretch of beach that was clear of both trash and, given how the sun was only just beginning to crest the horizon, people. Smirking, I called a halt to the jog earlier than I'd originally planned.

Rolling my neck, I led the two down to the beach, before turning to them with an eager, hungry grin on my face, “Now then, watch me as I stretch, and do the same.”

I guided the two through a series of stretches designed originally for Sith Purebloods, but worked well enough for humans. Once they were finished, I had them stand in front of me. Now it was time to start teaching them the basics of K'lor Striking. It was an unarmed style taught by a number of Sith families that focused on incorporating elbow and knee strikes, in addition to ending an opponent as quickly as possible.

Himiko was faster to pick up on the basics than Max. He struggled with it, mostly due to him having no prior martial arts experience, whereas Himiko had some measure of training. Nevertheless, I could see slight progress within the hour. By the end of our session, he was able to throw a proper punch.

Upon returning to the apartment, I let out an annoyed sigh through my nose as Max went to the shower. Ayame was in the kitchen preparing breakfast, while Himiko was staring at me. I’d need to capture more targets, soon, in order to acquire enough credits to purchase Martial Talent and thus improve Max’s training.

I turned my gaze to Himiko, and asked, “What does your power do?”

She blinked, my question pulling her out of the trance she’d been in. Shaking her head, her yellow eyes met my own, before she hesitantly said, “I can turn into other people, if I’ve had their blood.”

I blinked, more than a little intrigued by the potential. Turning to look at the knife block, I held out a hand and brought one of the knives to that hand with the Force. Making a small cut along the tip of a finger, I held out the hand towards her, “Turn into me.”

Her eyes widened in surprise, jumping from the offered finger to my face and back again. After a moment, she leapt towards me, all but jamming my finger into her mouth as she sucked on it like her life depended on it. She let go of my finger after a moment, licking her lips and smiling coyly.

Then a gray ooze bubbled up out of her, swelling in size and height until it was of equal height with me. I watched curiously as the ooze seemingly evaporated, revealing a second me. Most interestingly, I could feel a faint echo through the Force within the doppelganger in front of me.

“How long will you be able to hold it?” I asked, as Himiko took a moment to look at her duplicate of my body.

“From that amount?” Himiko asked with my voice. “Just a few minutes. What’s this sensation I’m feeling? It’s… it’s like…”

I smirked, reaching out with my Force Presence, brushing it against her, and she started. I opened my mouth to give an explanation, only to pause as the door to the bathroom opened and Max walked out, rubbing a towel through his hair.

“Shower’s yours Himiko,” he said, utterly uncaring of the fact that the towel was the only stitch of cloth on him. “There is still plenty of hot wat…”

His words trailed off as he looked up, seeing two of me. I took a moment to admire his form, mentally noting how it could be improved, generating an image in my head of what he will likely look like once training has reached an acceptable point. Seeing his cock give a twitch at seeing two of me brought a question to mind, and my eyes turned towards the duplicate of my shorts on Himiko.

A moment later, his eyes were following mine. With a grin, I reached out with a hand and cupped her crotch. It was surreal, seeing my body behave like a nervous schoolgirl, but from the feel of it, it seems that Himiko did indeed duplicate my cock when transforming into me. Before I could do anything more than confirm its existence, her time ran out, my form sloughing off of Himiko in a gray sludge.

“So you also gained my equipment,” I mused aloud, a mischievous smirk on my face, turning my gaze to both Max and Ayame. “That has the potential to be quite… entertaining.”

Ayame swallowed nervously and Max stared wide eyed as Himiko raced past me towards the bathroom. The squeak she gave from my hand coming down on her rear as she moved past me was delightful. Max swallowed, muttering under his breath, “I need an adult.”

Giving a throaty chuckle, I walked over to him and purred, “I am an adult.”

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I continued to train Max and Himiko in the morning and midday, but that didn’t mean that it was all I did. Thankfully, I needed less sleep than humans, both because of my species and because of the Force, as otherwise I would have had issues in my schedule. Each night I ‘patrolled’ I took a pair of bracelets with me, just in case I found someone worth securing for ourselves or selling to the Company. I did, in a manner of speaking.

A pair of otherworldly women, tails, hooves, horns, and height eclipsing even my own, were hurling streams of green fire at me. I rolled aside, dodging by less than I would like, but they were powerful, and I knew that if they hit, I wouldn't survive. I snarled, managing to knock them back slightly before they resumed their assault. Their attacks were strong, and I couldn't help but laugh as I dodged past another stream of green fire.

“Not bad,” I muttered, watching the attack come at me again. “But you're not getting my head.”

The blue skinned one hefted a sack over her shoulder, turning to face her partner, “Finish her and be done with it, Sister.”

I raised an eyebrow under my mask, sisters? That was interesting. But I wasn't about to waste time thinking about it when I had a fight to finish. Instead I dove forward, rolling beneath the blast of green fire, and slamming into the woman. She screamed in pain as she fell backwards, and I knelt above her, growling.

She hissed angrily, lifting her fist to strike me again, only for it to stop short of my head, hitting a barrier I'd made with the Force. I snarled, grabbing her wrist, pulling her arm up and wrapping my fingers around her throat. I had just enough time for a subtle use of the Force to secure a bracelet around her leg, just above the shin covering she wore, before a blast of energy bowled me over, sending me flying into a rectangular metal trash receptacle.

The two fled as I pulled myself to my feet, hissing as my ribs flared in pain. From the feel of it, at least one was cracked. I staggered to my feet, glaring at the direction they’d fled. They were fortunate that they were more valuable alive than dead, otherwise I’d have used my lightsaber to remove their heads from their bodies. Still, I’d managed to get a bracelet onto one of them. A week at most, and we’d see what she was worth to the Company.

I took a deep breath, using the flare of pain to focus myself and guide the Force to the damaged bones. When it felt like I’d no longer risk further damage, I considered. I’d need more information on the two, even ignoring the information we’d receive when the capture was complete. Considering and thinking through the background that had been produced for me, there were several contacts in the local law enforcement division, I should be able to gather some information from them.

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Himiko’s capture was finalized after a total of four days, the same time my new/old contacts in the ‘police’ were able to give me a file on the two I’d encountered and later described. Twins, one with a “shadow” based Quirk and the other with the green fire. Their birth names were unknown, “villain” names were Sacrolash and Alythess respectively. Neither had any other known family members, nor had either been involved in any crimes or incidents larger than theft. The jewelry store I'd encountered them at was their largest criminal act yet.

They were in their early twenties, and both had long hair that flowed down to the middle of their shoulder blades. Alythess had orange skin and purple eyes, while Sacrolash had purple skin and green eyes. Both were beautiful, and my cock stirred as I imagined them kneeling before Max and I, begging us to fuck and breed them.

Looking through the Catalog’s listing of targets in the standard version of this world for them came up empty, which meant that they were localized versions of individuals from another section of the multiverse. Considering the matter, I decided against expanding the search to find their closest standardized match. If it mattered, then it would come up when relevant, otherwise, it would be an amusing surprise.