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“
We’re out of here.” Steven
threw his hands up and left in a hurry.

“
Be easy on him.”
Were Sparky’s parting words before he hurriedly
left, his tail swishing mischievously before they heard Steven’s
armor hit the floor followed by him yelling “Fuck you, Lizard! Get
your scaly ass back here!” hissing laughter erupted.

Renee gave him a hungry look and his cock was
buried to the hilt before even entering the bedroom. Already in her
womb were six eggs he fertilized and in a few hours her fever set
in and she was singing with joy and knew she had six more daughters
growing inside her again. But she kept quiet because he was out
cold. She kissed his cheek and said affectionately “You are so
screwed, Idiot. But I’m looking forward to the years it’ll take to
get this journey finished. It’ll give us time to make fond memories
of our family. Love you.”

He threw an arm unconsciously around her hot
naked body and she snuggled close before falling asleep too.

Chapter 6

Earth calendar year March 29th, 324 (23 years
later)

Sitting in his highly secure research and
development laboratory Oliver kicked his feet up on the large desk
made of a dense, fire retardant wood from the planet surface now
called Adunn, home of the Volcano. It was a very different world he
originally chose to bring his woman’s city to after finding it.
This volcanic world wasn’t so bad, but it was volatile. A
beautifully rugged and vibrant world actually flourishing with
life. Life on Adunn was harsh, but tough and ever changing. It
taught a harsh lesson about never stop adapting.

But from time to time Oliver reminisced in
this huge room only he had access to. No one else had ever laid
their naked eyes on it. Not Creelin, nor his family using
micro-drones. Not even telepathy could pass inside. A room filled
with his own inventions. Too many creations so advanced even the
Creelin didn’t know where to start or could reverse engineer for
their own uses. Items that could shake the very foundation of what
reality was believed to be. While kicked back he willed his suit to
expose the orange Salamander leg spike Stone gave him long ago from
his first kill back on the desert world, hung on the same still
sturdy leather string.

Beside the Salamander spike was the locket
received from his first birthday and despite thick, calloused
fingers he nimbly opened the silver locket and broke into a fond
smile as the right picture showed himself and his reason for
existing lovingly smiling at each other what seemed lifetimes
ago.

On the opposite side though wasn’t a picture
on glossed colored paper. The other side had a gem so tiny the
naked eye couldn’t find it, but it projected hundreds and hundreds
of small holographic pictures shifting scenes in randomized
sequence.

Currently it displayed Renee trying to put
Isabella in a dress at five years old, looking like a put out
fourteen year old and stubborn. So very stubborn. Eleven of
Isabella’s younger sisters were trying to hold her down
telekinetically for the party celebration their mother wanted her
to have for Izzy graduating her first class Hunter exam and college
at the same time. Isabella would not change her armor so Renee
commissioned the dress and pounced with the girly army. He
chuckled, remembering how hard he laughed that day and Isabella
throwing a hissy fit because she hated dresses with a deep rooted
passion and Renee took it as a challenge and all her sisters loved
ganging up on her with their mother’s lead.

The image shifted to Renee and their other
daughter Angie, modeling for a ten year anniversary he and Renee
had. Angie being Isabella’s next oldest sister, among five other
twins, a near carbon copy of their stunning mother. The screen
turned to Oliver himself wearing his helmet while giving a bath to
eight naked daughters about nine months old screaming and splashing
him. At least till his kids were old enough to bathe
themselves.

As he watched picture after picture in the
locket pass of his happy family he thought of all forty four
daughters he made possible and sixty three grandchildren he already
had. Nine grandsons were among his favorite who worked with him and
helped him realize some projects into fruition.

Another change showed Isabella in combat with
a sister, sparking swords locked at the hilt, upholding a challenge
for being queen of Terra and the younger eventually losing.
Recreating new Star-sabers took quite some power, but was done
thanks to analyzing the particles of the longsword that was turned
to dust after the death of Ten K on Mereddia. Isabella had stuck to
the childhood dream and had eventually become the undisputed queen
at the age of eleven, physically was a mature adult, defeating a
hundred challengers easily to wear the crown. The humans had
ultimately adopted the three hundred laws and it took five and a
half years to settle the economy in stability, but Isabella had
been an iron fisted, but fair queen and she led the now former
Hunter organization. Did a terrific job of it too. With the
division of five elements, even the Marines merely wore the tribal
colors or fur that shows their chosen allegiance. Isabella and
quite a few of her sisters always loved to show off their power by
taking on the most dangerous hunts and battles.

Yet after four devastatingly failed attempts
and a destroyed uninhabited planet to try to claim the title of
strongest female in the galaxy, she could never defeat her mother.
Renee was far too strong, stubborn and never backed down from a
challenge.

Especially from her own children.

Isabella though only waited nine and a half
years after she was born before Davan gave her two sons and a
daughter at the same time. They were a happy couple and although
she was a stern woman, whenever Davan was near she always softened
up. It was clear he loved her and was devoted as a great father,
but he didn’t have any romantic notions till she was of breeding
age at eight years old when she filled out in all the right places,
but had made and kept a promise to Renee to wait till she was
mature enough to become a mother. Isabella may like to harass her
mother, but she respected her enough to fulfill the wishes.

Isabella, like the majority of his and
Renee’s daughters, under the terra kingdom were all lethal
warriors, each with their own Pride varying in number between eight
and thirty. Either they were a second generation or third mostly.
The grandkids had further generations. In just the twenty three
past years the Liger population went from twelve to over a million.
Especially thanks due to the coordinated Creelin breeding program.
Nova and the rest could sense they were no longer in danger of
going extinct and gave up breeding, but still enjoyed mating. Like
their master.

The bulk of Oliver’s daughters mostly though
followed Water’s kingdom or Wind’s. Twenty two daughters to be
precise. And since strength ruled, his children were superior to
humans, most of whom now had the therapy. Most of those daughters
took mates for a time and were a bit more sexually promiscuous.
Some even were voracious. Unlike the few who were of either Fire or
Ice who took only one mate at a time. Most of the grandchildren
came either from Wind or Water for obvious reasons.

Isabella rules as queen of the ground.
Artistic and often airheaded Angie was queen of the air. Barbra
rules the oceans. Vikki was a cold and firm law keeper queen of Ice
and Renee was the undisputed hotheaded queen.

Each and every one of their daughters were
always recognizable because they all were large bodied and tall
women with a full figure their mother blessed them with. And also
because their eyes misted unlike any other and all had either
vibrant red or auburn hair. The nearly five dozen grandchildren
almost at an adult’s age had misting eyes too, but not as
pronounced due to being not fully Solarian.

After reclaiming the ancient fiery city, the
Empire gradually adopted the three hundred laws. Oliver’s now
perfect memory looked back as he rolled the Salamander spike
between thick fingers while watching the screen alter to him
telekinetically tossing all his children around in the air.
Juggling the cheerful children. Most of his children moved out at
around the age of seven. About the time they became sexually
mature.

The shock of his and Renee’s heritage was
huge in the Empire, but eventually after a few public speeches on
Verard, things settled down. The first five and a half years
weren’t easy when all laws were nullified and replaced. Routine was
difficult to break and hard work was difficult to let go and laws
required serious work. But it wasn’t till Vikki, youngest of the
first littler of six Renee had bore after settling down, ultimately
became Queen of Ice did she start making sure the laws of her
father’s people weren’t abused. She was only twenty one years old
now, but she was wiser than even her mother and all of her sisters.
More stable too. The family came to her to settle many disputes
before things got bloody. Not even Isabella dared get in a battle
of wits with her frosty sister, though next to Renee, Izzy was
stronger. Vikki though was the only one to yet find a man her equal
to have a child with, but she was currently dating a serious
candidate. The only person more calmly analytical was her
father.

Rearing forty four children was far from
easy. Correcting bad behavior was a full time nightmare and many
times his hand was numb from the spankings, but between himself and
his wife Oliver reddened ass cheeks so the little fuckers didn’t go
off the deep end or break the law where he had to kill a child he
loved. Came close a few times, but he was their father and he
demanded respect. Having unequaled power made that respect much
easier to give.

Sadly two of his girls needed to go for
retraining after leaving their parents’ influence and went on a
wild streak. Vikki and five other sisters who also believed in the
cold hard truth of law saw to the retraining program personally
after the capture. It was highly publicized to show no favoritism.
Luckily the planet had been spared devastation by decisive action.
The twins had broken the alcohol limitation ban, got seriously
drunk and destroyed public property that nearly cost the lives of
two hundred innocent bystanders. The two girls came out different
after retraining, more serious and solemn, but their bad behavior
was corrected. Afterwards the pair voiced they’d rather their
eldest sister Isabella, Queen of Terra, would have beat them
senseless over the mild torture and drug therapy used to alter
brain chemistry so that alcohol made them violently ill from now
on. Still, the example was set and whenever a half-Solarian child
was being bad they were sent to the twins who set them straight
before Queen Vikki got word and stepped in. The deterrent worked
well.

Horror stories did a great deal to nip bad
behavior in the bud.

With the invention of the Gravity Forge, used
mainly by those of Wind who were scouts and shipwrights by love of
exploration and freedom, the Empire could now stand up strong
against the Keptl onslaught and solidify their place among the
stars. With the new, near impenetrable ship hulls, space battles
with Goliaths and Dragoons took far less loss of life. Full armadas
were no longer vitally called if a Goliath appeared in Empire
space. The new ships could take serious damage and deal it right
back. Especially with the gene therapy able to strengthen human
Psionic capability by leaps and bounds. If there were multiple
Goliaths there was no choice other than an armada, but no longer
was the Empire terrified of being overwhelmed by the Keptl’s
inexhaustible numbers. But most of the funds from the Gravity
Forges went to Jessica and Stephanie who gladly helped supply their
family with supplies. Those two women were now among the top ten
richest women in the Empire.

Though Oliver and Renee lived a family life
in the revived Fire city, Jake Dorgen wasn’t one to dock his pirate
ship in one place for long. He needed to explore the universe. At
the mere whisper of discovery the great sailboat was gone on
another chase. With a new FTL drive thanks to a good son-in-law
making it the fastest free sail freighter ever created.

And as promised during the discussion back on
Zerika, once the Empire fully adapted to the new Solarian laws, the
Creelin Archivers made good on their promise and began talks
between humanity’s leaders and the lone Solarian queen at the time.
The daughters at the time were too young to have any involvement.
Renee was a shrewd negotiator, but only because Oliver’s complex
mind began to accurately predict behavior. In many instances he
could predict the future by analyzing probabilities and behavior.
It was a science time tempered.

It took nearly another two years of talks and
revisions till all three parties ultimately agreed on a solid plan
of action. Right now four hundred of the greatest Terran minds in
the Empire were hard at work trying to discover how alien
technology worked. Tens of thousands among thousands of men and
women eagerly applied for the honors and ultimately the four
hundred were chosen among humanity’s brightest. The scientists and
engineers worked daily on advanced technology that so far, still
eluded them on sheer principal to this day. It wasn’t at all too
surprising to either Oliver or the Creelin, but all sides knew just
one break is all it took to crack the code to solve the mysteries
of an ancient Elder race.

Just one moment of inspiration is all it
would take. Nevertheless, the group was isolated and heavily
guarded and observed, but were given everything they needed to
uncover the reasoning behind of the items and the mathematics
required that make it all work. They also were given entertainment
to keep their minds fully engaged so that stress was reduced to a
bare minimum. When isolation got unbearable they were taken far
away, to an undisclosed Creelin world and given a reprieve to
recover. They didn’t even know they had been taken many galaxies
away. Soon as they were ready and of sound mind, they were returned
and resumed work.