Myst in DC Part 41 (Patreon)

Ahsoka deflected several blaster shots as she sprinted toward the solid looking concrete pillar that Rex was using for cover from the large group of Death Watch soldiers trying to kill them. “Persistent bastards, aren’t they?” she asked as she ducked behind the pillar.

“You could always ask them to surrender,” Rex joked from his ‘hiding spot’ behind a wrecked air car, knowing the soldiers wouldn’t surrender unless they managed to kill Maul.

“If you surrender now, I’ll let you live!” Ahsoka called out, trying to buy enough time to figure out how she was going to escape without leaving her friend to die.

“We have you surrounded Jedi scum!” one of the Death Watch members called out.

“Skyguy?” Ahsoka blurted in shock as she felt a familiar and very welcome presence rapidly approaching.

“You’re out of tricks Jedi, nothing will save you-” Maul cut off as Anakin Skywalker and another figure dropped out of the sky and landed in front of the pillar without even an attempt to slow themselves down, the shockwave from their landing shattering the pavement beneath them. “What?!” he asked in disbelief as they looked no worse for the drop.

“You have five seconds to surrender,” Anakin said as he ignited his lightsaber.

“Please resist,” Alanna said cheerfully as she ignited her new purple lightsaber, looking at the soldiers the same way a cat looked at a mouse it was planning on torturing to death. “Four.”

Maul glanced at the woman in a purple loincloth that felt as strong as Skywalker, which was disturbing, as he wasn’t sure he could take Anakin in a fight. “Kill them!”

Anakin laughed as he started deflecting blaster shots back at the soldiers. “Three.”

“Two.” Alanna brought her hand up and force pushed the soldiers as she charged at Maul, sending most of them flying or at least stumbling backwards. “One!”

Ahsoka ducked back around the pillar and stared in shock at the scene of Anakin hitting the Death Watch soldiers like a force of nature, cutting off limbs and striking them while they were scrambling to their feet. She reached out and Force pulled the remaining blasters towards her while Force pushing several of the soldiers to unbalance them as they tried to get to their feet so that Anakin would have an easier time while the woman in a purple loincloth and halter top engaged Darth Maul in a whirling duel.

Anakin cut down the last Death Watch soldier that hadn’t tossed his weapon then turned to watch the duel, keeping half his attention on the soldiers on the ground, knowing they’d take advantage if given half a chance.

Alanna blocked Maul’s double bladed lightsaber then reached out with the Force and ripped it out of his grasp as he tried to hit her with the other ‘blade’. She twisted his blade in her magical grasp and stabbed it through his chest, pushing through his attempt to redirect it with the Force. She ripped the blade up through his neck then walked over and cut his head in half with her own saber, wanting to make sure he stayed dead.

“Hey Snips,” Anakin said as he almost absently blocked a shot from one of the soldiers that had ‘surrendered’, sending it back into the man’s face.

Ahsoka looked around the battle at the dead soldiers. “I thought you had a mission?”

“Finished the mission, they did,” Yoda said as he walked over, having taken the slightly slower path from the ship to the ground by way of several buildings.

“Yoda?” Ahsoka asked, surprised to see Master Yoda outside of the temple, much less looking so much younger.

“See for myself, I wanted to,” Yoda replied as he walked over.

“Thank you for the save,” Rex said as he hobbled out from behind the crashed air car.

“Good to see you Rex,” Anakin said as he worked on securing the remaining Death Watch soldiers.

Alanna walked over to Rex and cast Cure on him. “That should help.”

Rex blinked as the pain in his leg vanished. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Alanna assured him, thinking of the times that her version of the captain had saved her life.

Rex sent a message to the rest of the squad that they should expect prisoners and that Maul was dead.

“Where did you find her?” Ahsoka asked, a bit surprised that the strangely familiar woman had managed to heal Rex in an instant as that took a lot of power and skill.

“Much to teach you, we still have,” Anakin teased then grinned when Yoda whacked his shin with his cane and he barely felt it.

Yoda looked down at his stick. “Going to need a better stick, I am.”

Ahsoka laughed. “Thanks for the save, but you deserved that.”

“Probably,” Anakin agreed as he walked on, securing the few remaining prisoners.

0o0o0

Dawn glanced up from the spell diagram on one of Sabrina’s pages and glanced at the silver pocket watch that Myst was looking at absently. “Any luck?”

Myst stuck the watch in his inventory. “It’s enchanted to always tell the correct time which means I can stick it in my inventory when I’m not using it.”

“In other words, nice but nothing fantastic like the loincloth or the wand that turns people to crystal for 69 seconds.” Dawn glanced at the Mirror wheel that was spinning in front of Myst.

“The only reason the wand is worth using is because we can hit the statues with gemino charms,” Myst replied as the gacha wheel stopped spinning and an ornate silver standing mirror appeared in front of him. He stared at the gorgeous looking topless green and blue haired teenage girl with generous curves and long legs that was looking back at him from a reflection of the lounge.

“Anything good?” Dawn asked as she swung her legs around and sat up.

“Not sure, my reflection looks like a girl,” he replied as he moved his hand up and the girl matched the movement. He reached his hand over so that the girl’s hand would be on her breast then blinked when she moved her hand halfway there then stopped and stuck out her tongue and stepped out of the mirror, causing him to take a step back.

“Pervert,” the girl teased as she looked around the lounge, noticing Dawn sitting on one of the couches. “Nice portal, are you evil?” she asked as she skimmed over Dawn’s thoughts while focusing on Myst. “You look a touch like my brother and too old for the Magic Boy necklace.”

“Magic Boy necklace?” Myst asked, hoping it was a flipped version of his magical girl necklace and that she’d be willing to let him make a knock-off.

“Like this,” the girl said as a cloud of purple fog covered her as another Dawn stepped out of the mirror, wearing a black dress and carrying a familiar looking book under her arm.

Myst glanced at the alternate Dawn and the book that was probably Sabrina. “Welcome aboard.”

“Thanks,” the other Dawn said cheerfully, relaxing as it didn’t seem like they’d have to fight.

Dawn grinned as the fog vanished and revealed a handsome tall young man with an athletic frame and short sandy blonde hair wearing a pair of white boxers with cute red hearts on them. “I like the shorts.”

“Blame your alternate, she likes ripping them off,” the man replied with amusement.

“That’s because it’s fun,” the alternate Dawn replied with amusement as she checked her alternate out. “Ever wanted to fuck yourself?”

Dawn smirked as she ran her gaze over her alternate. “I’ll give it a shot if you’re not a life draining evil demon.”

“Sweet, is she evil, Misty?” the other Dawn asked.

“Probably not.” Misty shook ‘his’ head then turned back to her normal form. “What’s the deal with the portal?”

Myst gestured toward the mirror. “The mirror dropped from a Mirror wheel.”

Misty studied the mirror with her upgrade ability. “It opens a portal to a dimension where your alternate is the other sex, at least in theory. Anakin Skywalker, Superman, and Obi-Wan are all men, right?”

“As far as I know, yeah,” Myst replied with amusement as he checked the mirror with his upgrade ability to make sure the mirror didn’t have any other surprises. “I’m surprised that you ended up with a Magical Boy transformation necklace.”

“Why, do you have a magical girl necklace?” Misty asked hopefully.

“Trade?” Myst asked as he pulled an extra magic girl necklace out of his inventory and held it out towards Misty.

“Hell yes!” Misty replied as she handed him an extra copy of the best Magic Boy necklace she’d picked up and took the other necklace. “I’ve been trying to get one of these for weeks.”

“Speaking of things that don’t line up between the two worlds, we should probably go through your collection of magical items while we watch Dawn fuck her alternate, unless anyone has a better idea?” the other Sabrina asked after changing back to her human form.

“Works for me,” the alternate Dawn said as she used her ring to unequip her outfit, leaving herself naked.

“Sounds good to me, unless you’re on a time crunch?” Sabrina asked after swapping back to her human form.

“Not that I know of?” the other Sabrina asked as she looked at Misty.

“We’re just waiting for Anakin and Alanna to get done picking up Snips so we can talk Padme into letting Anakin fuck us, you?” Misty asked Mist as she pulled an invisible drone out of her inventory so that she could record the show.

Myst blinked. “Yes on the first part, not remotely on the second bit.”

Misty raised an eyebrow. “Straight?”

“Yes,” Myst replied as he watched Dawn layer kisses on her alternate’s breasts, trying not to stare at his sister’s breasts.

“You have a Magic Boy amulet, right?” Dawn asked with amusement.

“Fine, you can use it next time,” the alternate Dawn said as she changed into a male version of herself.

“That means you didn’t fuck Kal-El or Connor. Did you at least bag Zatanna and Starfire?” Misty asked, hoping that her alternate wasn’t a complete idiot.

“Sorry, that would be telling,” Myst replied with amusement then frowned as he noticed Dawn fondling her alternate’s balls. ‘Damn it, that was more amusing before.’

“That’s a yes,” Misty teased playfully.

“So, you and Superman?” Sabrina asked with amusement.

“Nothing serious, he’s in love with Diana and someone from his normal life,” Misty replied, not sure if Dawn actually knew Clark’s secret identity. “So, how much did you abuse your gacha system?”

“Not as much as I could have, but then the girls kept me distracted,” Myst admitted, knowing he should have used it a lot more.

“Same.” Misty grinned as she pulled her Sabrina against her so that she could play with her breasts while she watched both Dawns. “We could compare notes or I could just share my list with telepathy,” she offered.

“That’s probably easier,” Myst agreed.

“How many of them are the same?” Sabrina asked as she glanced between her alternate and the pair of Dawns.

Myst quickly reviewed the list. “None of them. Some of them are close but nothing is exactly the same which means we have a lot of things to share. I’d love a copy of your OTP mirror.”

“OTP?” Sabrina asked.

Misty smirked. “One true pairing, the mirror lets me describe a setting and name two people or characters and watch a scene of them having sex. Or at least I’m assuming that’s what the letters at the top mean, it could be One Terrible Prank or One True Party or any number of other things I can’t think of right now.”

Dawn stopped kissing her alternate long enough to ask, “Can you record the mirror with a video camera?”

“Yep, it works nicely for creating fanfiction clips.” Misty didn’t see a point in admitting that it was also great for blackmail videos.

“It’s worth a try,” Myst agreed as he reached out with telepathy and gave his list to his sibling/alternate, fairly sure she’d want at least half of his list as he wanted most of hers. He didn’t see a point in copying her automatic toast buttering machine or the wooden top that caused the user to spin but most of the magical items were interesting and might be useful. “Where did you go to college?”

“Bellingham, college friends?” Misty asked, curious about the differences.

Myst smiled as they traded stories and magical items, not terribly surprised that she’d ran into a lot of his friends considering he’d met most of them through larping or through people he’d met there.

0o0o0

Myst looked up from the spell book that Misty had handed him before heading back to her world as Anakin, Alanna, and Ahsoka walked into the lounge in good spirits. “Mission accomplished?”

“I cut his head in half, he’s not coming back this time,” Alanna said as she walked over and sat down on the couch across from Dawn and Myst.

“That’s one way to prevent people from turning him into a cyborg,” Dawn said with a grin.

“For the best,” Myst replied as he looked at Ahsoka with his upgrade ability as she sat down next to Alanna. “Let me guess, you want the works, flight, durability, strength and immunity to cold, lightning and fire?”

“I’m tired of getting shot at,” Ahsoka complained as she studied the stranger that Anakin had told her could give her extra abilities for a price. “What do you want in trade?”

Myst glanced at Anakin. “I don’t have a pilot until my friend finishes learning to fly, I wouldn’t mind someone to practice lightsaber combat against and we could use more trainers for the perverted Force adept academy we’re planning on starting.”

“Perverted Force academy?” Ahsoka asked with amusement.

“I have a magical artifact that reduces the duration of pregnancy to minutes rather than months and another artifact that allows the children to grow up quickly and inherit skills and abilities from their parents.”

“Where did you find them?” Ahsoka asked, knowing the Jedi council would try to confiscate the artifacts if they knew about them.

Myst grinned. “In another Galaxy.”

“Yeah, that would make it a bit hard for the Jedi to justify claiming them,” Ahsoka admitted.

“You’d think,” Alanna muttered, knowing some of the Jedi Council would still try.

“I’m not terribly worried about the Jedi Council, I’m planning on setting up the school outside of Republic territory which means they shouldn’t have a reason to bother us until we have enough people we can just tell them to leave.” Myst was fairly sure amulets of non-detection would keep the Jedi from noticing anything and even if they noticed, he wasn’t terribly worried about it. “Besides, they’re already in the middle of a war they don’t want. I can’t see them attacking us considering we’re not Sith.”

Ahsoka turned to look at Anakin. “If Skyguy is in, I’m in.”

Anakin smiled at his old padawan. “I’m planning on keeping Padme safe and helping out when I can to keep my skills sharp, I’d appreciate the help.”

“I’m fairly sure Rex would help, especially if you improve his abilities,” Ahsoka said thoughtfully.

Dawn glanced between Alanna and Anakin. “What do you think?”

Anakin nodded. “Rex was my second in command for a reason, he’s solid and cares about his men which is a good trait to have and we’re going to need guardians.”

“Sounds good to me.” Myst didn’t have a problem with a bunch of clones picking up all of Rex’s various skills especially if Rex was around to shore up the skills with some life experience. “If we use a few shape changing talismans we should be able to avoid inbreeding while concentrating the talents.”

“Where do we start?” Ahsoka asked.

“We start by looking at your Force talents.” Myst opened his upgrade menu and looked at her Force talents. “Do you want me to walk through all of your talents and explain what I’m seeing or should I just start improving everything until you’re stronger than Anakin?”

“Hey!” Anakin complained.

Ahsoka snickered. “As much fun as that sounds, I have to live with the results so let’s walk through everything one at a time, if you don’t mind.”

Myst grinned at Ahsoka. “Not in the slightest, I’m not in a hurry and Anakin wanted to go after Grievous which means we have plenty of time.”

“Thank you. I’ll let Obi-Wan know to plot a course as soon as the ship is refueled and talk to Rex,” Anakin said as he turned and left.

“Is there anything I can help with?” Alanna asked.

“Do you know where I’d pick up a handful of childcare droids?” Myst asked, figuring he might as well start picking up the stuff he needed to make Dawn’s crazy idea work.

“I’ll make some calls,” Alanna said as she left.

0o0o0

Myst stepped out of the vanishing cabinet and glanced around the ex-Sith shrine to make sure nothing had changed then pulled Dooku out of his inventory and set him on the ground. He pulled out a notebook and pen as he took one last look through the count’s mind for codes, account numbers, and names of corrupt people on the Separatists’ side. 

He stopped after filling up several pages with names, groups and contact information. He wasn’t sure how much of his recent behavior was because of the dark side corruption and Palpatine pulling strings and how much was because of frustration with the Jedi Council and their stupid oaths, it tended to blur together. 

“Rest in peace, Count Dooku,” Myst offered as he put the notebook back in his inventory then swapped his clothes for black hooded cultist robes and pulled out the Thinker’s cap. “If it makes you feel better, you’ll live a long healthy life.” He set the hat on Dooku’s head and watched as sparks of lightning danced over the helmet as it erased Dooku’s personality, leaving him a clean slate other than his rather impressive collection of skills. “Dust to dust, ashes to ashes.”

“Ahh!” the man that used to be Dooku screamed as he woke up in pain and realized that he didn’t know who he was or why he was in a strange room with naked statues or more importantly why he was missing his hands. “What happened to my hands?!” he asked in a terrified voice as he stared at his cauterized stumps.

Myst teleported the thinking cap off the man’s head and behind one of the statues then reached down and lent the man his regeneration which quickly regenerated the man’s hands. “As promised, you are healed.”

“As promised?!” he demanded, trying to remember some fragment of his life. “Why can’t I remember anything?” the man asked, trying to ignore the strange unnatural feeling of lust and loathing coming off the walls along with various other dark emotions he couldn’t place. 

“You made a deal,” Myst said using a touch of magic to give his voice an unnatural echoing quality. “Eternal youth for your memories and a dozen children of your own flesh and blood.”

“I gave up my memories willingly?” the man asked in disbelief, trying not to think about the other part of his promise.

“You did something unforgivable and you were dying, you prayed to a dark god and I answered your prayers,” Myst lied. “A second chance to fix your life in exchange for memories you didn’t want. Are you willing to fulfil your side of the bargain?”

“Do I have a choice?” the man asked.

“Of course, you can walk out of here without your memories and without eternal youth, no one is forcing you to do anything you didn’t agree to.” Myst figured he could always dump him on the streets after changing his appearance if he didn’t agree to knock up the volunteers.

“What do I have to do?” the man asked warily.

“Have sex with a number of attractive females,” Myst said.

“You should have started with that,” the man replied, feeling better about the entire deal.

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