Nelvaan, Outer Rim Territories, 4000 BBY

Nelvaan.

It had been many years since she had last seen it and walked upon its surface. Breathing in the cold winter air from her vantage point overlooking the valley below, Ildikó watched as her mighty warships cruised along in the skies above; scanning and hunting for any other off-world outposts or encampments within the region. It was better to be safe than sorry, for it wasn’t uncommon for off-world slavers to arrive and prey upon her people; the primitive yet peaceful Nelvaanians.

She should know, Ildikó thought bitterly to herself. Her village was one of the many victims of such raids and she had spent years a slave in cruel bondage; a bondage that ended when the Mandalorian Crusaders descended upon her master’s world with the roar of cannons and Basilisk war droids. She herself had avenged herself amidst the chaos by slaying her master while he cowered within his throne room and it had impressed the Mandalorians enough to formally adopt her into their clan.

It took some time, but she came to flourish within their ranks and they became her second family. For the first time since she was enslaved, Ildikó smiled again. She grew to become a mighty warrior in her own right, fighting in hundreds of battles and conquering entire star systems alongside her clan. Following the passing of her adoptive father, an elderly Taung chieftain who’d took Ildikó under his wing; there was no doubt who would succeed him as clan leader. From then on, Ildikó led her warriors into glorious battles and conquests across the galaxy.

All of that had led to this moment; where Ildikó had set foot on her homeworld for the first time in years. Truth be told, she was content with the nomadic lifestyle of her fellow Mandalorians and she honestly never thought that she would return to Nelvaan. Ultimately however, Ildikó’s reason for return was a rather simple one: She wanted her children to be born on Nelvaan.

To say that she was just pregnant was rather misleading. The fact was that Ildikó was so massively pregnant that it amazed everyone to see her still standing. Her giant belly, absolutely swollen with life, jutted out before her like a great round ball. Her combat suit could barely even contain the gravid bulk of its owner and it wasn’t just her belly that had grown out. Her breasts had become swollen with milk to feed her growing children and her rear had grown fat as well. Had her fellow Nelvaanians seen her, they would have no doubt seen her as an avatar of the Great Mother and as for her own warriors; they surprisingly rolled with it barring the occasional jest at her current state.

Feeling her children stir within her, Ildikó smiled softly to herself. Her homeworld may have had its bad memories for her, but she was looking forward to creating new ones with her clan and children once they were born.

Art by  derrysome

Ildikó ©  gothia1565

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