A little Star Wars muscle, featuring Sophia, to celebrate the release of the new Episode:





Sophia was so excited to see the announcement of the new Star Wars feature. She was a hacker and loved to read Science Fiction. She been a Star Wars Geek since she was a child, and remembered making a Padme costume for Halloween when she was ten. So, as soon as the movie was announced, she began to look for opening night events and activities. One caught her eye, at a large theater on the Strip in Las Vegas. Not only would they be holding an all night event, but they would be having a costume contest. The winners would get the first tickets that night, and a bunch of posters and other memorabilia.

“Oh, we are sooo going!” she shouted excitedly into the phone. Her BFF, Cheyenne, was a scientist and a bit of a nerd for things science fiction. Though she gravitated towards Trekkies, Orphan Black, and Doctor Who, Cheyenne appreciated the Star Wars Saga, and liked the idea of the event in Vegas. She agreed, and they began to plan for both the event, and a fun romp through Sin City.

For the next few months, the two women discussed and sometimes argued about which characters to portray. Finally, they reached an impass: none of the characters portrayed a pair of strong women, and especially from the Dark Side. Sophia had an inspiration: “Why don’t we create our own characters? I mean, we could show them a new angle. They make up characters all the time for the sagas, and they are usually male. Why not make our own Dark Side Women inspired by the Saga?”

Cheyenne pulled on her chin at the idea. “Why not? We could become our own bad ass Sith types, and show up those others who think Leia in a bikini is a proper woman’s role. We would get cookies, too!"

Sophia grinned. “I have a character in mind, and it would work for you, too. I’m going to have to hit the gym hard, though, to pull this off! Let me tell you about it!” They sat over the table with their coffees, Sophia crudely sketching her thoughts out on paper, and Cheyenne admiring the concept.

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The plaza in front of the theater had been blocked off to cars, and a large crowd had gathered for opening night. Many had camped out, hoping to get in to see the first run. First, though the costume contest had to be held. A steady parade of entrants dressed as the usual “suspects” paraded by. The event drew a lot of contestants, so the judges had their work to do. After the fourth Boba Fett of the evening left the stage, the host asked for the next contestants.

Walking up on the stage were two figures, both wearing full length capes and helmets. The one in front was a bit shorter but stocky, and had a black cape with hood raised. The cape continued down over broad shoulders and large-firm breasts. Her walk revealed boots and black-stocking covered legs, with thick, well shaped and chiseled calves, and a blaster on one leg. The first also carried some sort of blaster rifle. The helmet covered the head, and was very menacing, with large red mirrored eyes that seemed to transfix anyone who looked.

The other was taller and more graceful, and dressed in a red cape and helmet similar to one of the Emperor’s Guards, but with the face exposed. She was tall and elegant, with pale skin and bright yellow eyes. She carried a spear-like weapon. As she walked, her cape parted slightly, exposing her long, strong legs, and a bit of cleavage.

The host announced them as Darth Khali and her attendant. The two did not look like any of the characters known to the Saga, and it was a bit hard to determine who the Darth was. The fans murmured, many wondering if these were new characters in the story to be screened that evening. Others wondered why a male Sith Lord, typically having the title Darth, would have a woman with him. Moreover, was the Darth a woman? Both figures were feminine, to be sure. A few wondered if it canonical for a woman to assume such a role of a Sith Lord.

The two approached the center of the stage, both glaring at the host. He dissembled a bit, and began to ask if these were characters we would see in the movie that evening. The taller one in red lowered her spear at the host, and a jolt of electrical energy from the hidden taser leapt off the tip. The host stepped back in fear, hands raised, and let his question drifted off, not to be answered. The one in black turned to face the crowd. The other one in red took a position behind. The black one lowered her hood. A hush fell over the audience.

The one in black spoke, in a gutteral voice, both deep and yet clear and somewhat melodic. “I am Darth Khali, the Destroyer. I am Master of the Force!” She then spun around slowly, revealing the back of the cape to the audience, and a single long, thick, jet-black braid of hair. She walked up to the other. The one in red bowed her head in silence for a moment, then accepted the blaster rifle from the first. The one in black then undid a string and opened her cape, holding it so the audience could not see the figure behind. Then the figure released the right hand from the cape, so it fell sweeping across the floor. The audience gasped, staring at the completely nude back of a bright red, muscular woman, with the most astoundingly firm and thick lats, glutes, and legs they had ever seen. Save the braided hair, her only clothing were her boots, knee high stockings, helmet, and some silvery gray tape covering running up her back from within the deep crack of her amazing ass, intersecting with other tape at the chest and neck. The light saber was strapped to her right calf. A few whistles came up from the crowd.

The crowd began to cheer and clap. Darth Khali took back her weapon from the attendant, who then stood erect. With her back still to the audience, Darth Khali held out the weapon in front of her for several moments, and the crowd turned silent again. Still holding the weapon, she turned around, revealing the front of her muscular figure. Her bright red skin was covered, like the back, only with a minimum of the silvery tape, which ran sparsely and tautly up from her crotch to her neck, only intersecting with a cross strap that discreetly bound her ample bosom. She stood still and silently, while the crowd cheered, and a few hooted their own comments, rude and otherwise. She waited, rock-still, holding the weapon to her front. When the crown’s talking died down, she slowly raised her weapon overhead, and began to speak.

“Thirty-two Units ago, a girl was born in an iron and titanium mining colony on Daraxus-3. The miners, cast-offs from other failed colonies and greedy mining concerns, were left to toil as slaves on this rock with little hope of a future. As a child, the girl was strong and spirited, and excelled at all manner of physical and intellectual feats. However, her parents died at an early age from exhaustion of the body, mind and spirit. Nonetheless, given her unique physical gifts, the girl was sent into the hole at an early age, so much so that her body and skin began to turn the color of the rusty mud they dug. She was not to be held down, though. She knew from an early age that she had the gift, an ability to connect with the universal power that binds us all. She began to play with her gift, using it to entertain the other miners, or torment the Hole Bosses, who treated them as slaves. Seeing what they had, the Hole Bosses tried to capture the girl, and sell her off to more nefarious types, who could mold her abilities to more sinister purposes. She fought the Bosses, and, gaining control of a blaster, she defeated them, leaving their charred bodies to rot in the red mud.” Darth Khali lowered the blaster, pointing it at the ground.

Sophia was delighted the crowd accepted her as Darth Khali. She had built a voice amplifier with distortion software into the helmet, which helped project her voice. Many of the audience were transfixed by her story. The Host, though, wanted to move things along. “Thanks, Darth Khali, that’s a great story, but we…” The host found himself, again, facing the red spear tip, pointed menacingly at his throat. Sophia turned to the host. “Do you dare interrupt me?!?” This got a large roar from the audience, who started chanting: “More…More…MORE!!!” The Host, realizing they had a while before the show, looked at his stage manager and shrugged. The stage manger nodded back: it was free entertainment! “My Apologies, er, Lord! I shan’t interrupt again.” The crowd cheered, and Sophia turned back, now strutting slowly across the stage, holding the blaster overhead. Many in the crowd were transfixed by the shapely sway of her ample legs, hips, and breasts.

As the crowd silenced, Darth Khali resumed. “Without the Hole Bosses, disorder and chaos reigned. The miners looked for leadership, and the girl stepped forward. “I shall be your leader’ she proclaimed. Under her strong leadership, the miners soon took control of the rest of the colony, and then the Starport. Using the mine as a source of income, the miners began to leave the colony, and establish a raiding program to wrest control of the local systems from the ruling hegemony. Several colonies and routes were conquered. The miners’ swelled in pride from their victories, and she led them to futher gains. Alas, it was not to be a full victory. Her immaturity and zealousness had extended their reach, and her party of marauders found themselves cut off and in a fierce battle, no longer with the local hegemony, but with the Empire. In pitched combat on the planet Phintra, she witnessed for the first time the amazing abilities of the Sith. The few Sith she fought against immediately laid waste to her fellow marauders. She attempted to use her own fledgling abilities with the Force to fight, but was no match for the Sith. As she watched the last of her force slaughtered at the ends of so many light sabers and Trooper blasters, she was strangely not afraid, or disheartened. Instead, she was amazed and inspired! She saw that the death of her primitive cohorts as only an introduction, and chance for her transition, to an actualization in the Force."

"The Sith, recognizing the strength of the Force in her, warily surrounded her. To their surprise, she knelt down, and laid her blaster on the ground in front of her. She raised her eyes, and looking wildly at the leader of the Sith, stated, 'Take me, teach me, I am yours to mold! I surrender to the Darkness!'"

Sophia knelt and placed the blaster on the ground. The crowd cheered and clapped. Again, she kept silent until the audience calmed. Then she stood again, slowly, holding her weapon at her side. She spread her feet, arched her back, and raised her blaster overhead again. The pose exposed all of her rippling muscles, as her lats and quads bulged. Her breasts strained against their minimal restrains. Sophia hoped the duct tape she used would hold. She let out an enormous roar! The audience, appreciating the figure in the stage light, erupted into applause! She then lowered the weapon down to her side.

At full voice: “I am Darth Khali, the Destroyer, Protégé of Ventress and Darth Qisas, Ruiner of the Dalgan System, and Lord of the Tatekan System. To the Alliance Federation, I am the Silent Annihilator, the Slaughterer of Hundreds of Thousands!!!” She paused again for effect. “But, more than that, I am the full Master of the Dark Force. My strength is not my body, or my mind, or the Force, but in my inner ability to harness the full potential of the Universe, in both visible and dark matter and energies through me. I have accomplished much beyond my predecessors’ abilities. I, as a feminine force, can do what no other male Sith could do, bound by their self-limiting egos and internecine politics. While the simple male Sith looked to conquer physical elements, like other systems or planets, I looked to conquer my own soul, and thus I learned to become one with the Universe. Corporal matters, like sustenance, clothing, even sensual pleasures like sex, have little meaning to me. I…am…evolution!!!!"

"Using Force Lightning on a Jedi? Pish! A mere parlor trick used by a Sith male of limited vision. Choking a man across the room? The work of a sentimental fool who doesn’t see what power he really had! I have the ability to do all of these, and more, such as apparition, levitation, and moving through space and time. I can fight you in three dimensions with this light saber on my leg in levitating combat, while I manipulate the surrounding matter and fourth dimension with my mind and hands. This allows me to protect myself and gain advantage. I still can use my trusty Blaster, which is now a Force Weapon, guiding my Lightning precisely across time and space. But these are still rudimentary weapons. My greatest and most developed weapon is my spiritual connection to the Force! My connection to the force is so strong, so developed, that it overwhelms my adversaries, who can not detect my presence, because I am everywhere…and therefore nowhere! Having thus exposed them, I can easily seek and destroy my enemy in the most meaningful and satisfying way possible…by entering their minds…and erasing their souls!!! Not even the highest level male Sith can fight me. I am secretly both the Empire’s strongest weapon, and source of their own greatest fears and insecurity!!!” Sophia clenched her right fist in front of her, and the crowd again erupted in cheers and applause

Sophia looked out at the crowd, and held her weapon down at her side. Cheyenne came up behind her, and undid the tie hold Sophia’s braids, and unfurling her hair. She then carefully lifted the helmet, as the audience hushed. Gasps arose as they looked upon her beautiful red features, and golden irises. Sophia raised her open hand above her, calling out the the sky: “Should I choose to rule, who of you would stop me?!?” She lowered her hand and head, stared at the crowd and beat her chest: “Who of you would follow me?”

More roars of approval, as Cheyenne gently put the helmet back on Sophia. They calmly turned, and Cheyenne collected Sophia’s cape and draped it over Sophia’s broad shoulders. They then slowly walked off the stage to the cheers and applause of the onlookers.

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Later that evening, as the last of the credits rolled off the screen, Sophia and Cheyenne gave each other another High Five. Though not purely Canonical, The Judges were impressed enough to award them seats at the opening. They bounded out of the theater, carrying their prizes, with many onlookers taking in the amazing sight of their figures, and asking for pictures.

“What do you say we hit the Strip like this, girl?” Sophia winked to Cheyenne. “Bet we don’t have to buy a drink all night!”