Dude, if anyone had expected this battle to last a while, they would have been terribly disappointed at the result.

I mean, I had all the skills and ability to wreak havoc on this fleet. I could easily sink most of them and even solo the entire Dothraki and the unsullied.

However, I preferred a more deceptive approach. I mean, I was aware that a certain 'breaker of chains' might have a use for them, and since in my plans I would inevitably require her to do me a favor, I would begin by doing her one.

But even though I did not wish to engage in a serious battle with this hoard, the approaching of the first few ships prompted me to take action.

I did not particularly love the idea of those harpoons tearing Ladytide's beautiful coating. I could choose to erect a force wall to stop that, but that would cost me a lot of strength, something I wished to avoid.

As I stared at the primitive ships, my mind raced with thoughts of strategy on how to avoid unnecessary bloodshed. It was clear that winning this battle without engaging in war would be tricky, but I was determined to find a way.

Suddenly, a realization struck me.

Viserys had always been a hindrance, his impulsive nature often clouding his judgment. If I was to succeed in this plan, he needed to be removed from the equation.

My thoughts wandered back to the Star Wars universe where I had witnessed Darth Vader's terrifying power firsthand. The memory of his forcef choke sent shivers down my spine, but it also sparked an idea within me. Perhaps employing a similar technique could give Viserys a taste of it as well.

Taking a deep breath, I focused all my energy on channeling the force within me. With every ounce of concentration, I summoned the power of telekinesis that I had learned from Mace Windu.

This skill was perhaps the one that gave me the biggest headache, as it required a whopping 550 points to unlock. Even worse, most of the quests for this ability were based on the planet Darthomir.

Dude, don't let Darth Maul's fancy moves and skills fool you; back in his home world, men have absolutely no say...

The people who rule Darthomir are the Nightsisters, and this was the one who made me wish to just return to Winterfell and plead for a stable boy job. It would have been risking my head, but Arya might have pleaded for me.

The nightsisters, on the other hand, had done things that made me cringe just thinking about them.

I focused on channeling my force energy into force telekinesis and looking at my outstretched palm, Viserys began to laugh.

"What now? Are you a wizard or something? Well, maybe you forgot your magic word.

But just as his words reached their peak of mockery, Viserys was lifted off his feet and sent hurtling through the air. Time seemed to slow down as he flailed helplessly, his eyes widening in shock and fear.

In less than three seconds, he was dangling in a force choke from my hand, just at the edge of the ship.

'typical Darth Vader fashion'. I gave myself a mental high five; the only difference was that I was not a cyborg.

All the Dothraki led by Khal Drogo had recoiled in shock, and I could see the unrest in their faces.

The same kind of restlessness was evident among the unsullied troops, but due to their discipline, they were handling it better than their counterparts.

"You were saying something, my lord?" I asked, my eyes staring into those of the Targaryen prince. From his desperate flaring and helpless slapping, I could tell that he was pleading.

Up close with this guy, I couldn't help but notice he was a wretched coward. I had come to learn that this was a common thing among those who faked their bravery in words.

"Save your pleading, my prince; your sister might be kind enough to listen," and with that, I threw him towards Captain Terys, who had already returned with some of his armed men.

I could see that the unsullied had quickly recovered from their shock, and knowing their loyalty to whoever held the whip, I knew I might have to murder quite a few.

I turned and smiled at the captain, who looked too shocked to speak.

Looking at his armed men, my smile widened.

"I told you everything is under control, captain; just secure that prisoner and prepare to leave; we have a fleet to lead."

There was confusion on Captain Terry's face, but he never voiced it. That was one thing I loved about the guy: whether he doubted or not, he had never questioned my words twice.

Now I turned and focused on my remaining victim, Khal Drogo. Of course, I knew there was no real loyalty he bore toward the Targaryen prince, and if he thought the life of his people was at stake, he would not hesitate to desert Viserys. However, I had no intention of seeing him flee with the unsullied at his command. He would also be my slave until this fleet was handed to a more capable leader, and if she saw fit for him to still serve her, well and good.

"Ser Jorah, ask the Dothraki Khal if he wishes to surrender or not."

I could see the eager and worried look on Khal Drogo's face as he listened to the knight's translation.

Then he nodded eagerly, clearly not wishing to undergo the same fate as Viserys.

"He says that he apologizes for your troubles and wishes you a safe voyage."

I could see from Drogo's signaling that the Dothraki fleets, which were the leading ships, had begun to create a path for Ladytide; however, the rear ships belonging to the unsullied were not moving yet.

"Give my thanks to the khal; tell him that all of us will need the tides to be in our favor." I shall only accept his surrender on one condition." I waited for Jorah to translate this to the khal before carrying on.

"All of you will follow behind my ship. Tell the unsullied to do the same, as their leader's life depends on it. If not, I will sink all of you right here and now. We sail for Astapor."

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