"Darth Maul?" Daesha asked in confusion, "Is that a famous Bounty Hunter?"
"Darth…" Unlike her Padawan, Kikha obviously realized the seriousness of the situation the moment she heard that ancient word: "Dark Lord… Of the Sith?"
"I mean, a Dark Lord is like a Jedi Master. I think. The Dark Lord of the Sith is the title for the leader of the Sith, maybe. I'll be honest, I don't really know that much. Sarry ate that Sith bitch like thousands of years ago."
"How is it possible that there are still 'Sith' left?" Kikha frowned, "More importantly, who is that Darth Maul? Did you hear about him from the Sarlacc?"
"Of course not." Asmodeus snickered and shook his head within the glass helmet, "Just good old fashioned Force Visions. Anyway, it's kinda debatable whether he's really as strong as a real Jedi Master. I think the three of us could've killed him if it was a 'duel', but if he's got a fancy ship with guns and stealth, while we're stuck in this thing… Probably best that we fucked off while we had the chance."
"Deus…" Daesha looked at the boy and the Lekku wrapped around her neck tightened a bit, "Do you remember the dream we… Shared?"
"The wet dream?"
"Not that part!"
Kikha looked back and forth between the two of them, then waved her hand to move a giant hunk of metal that was approaching slowly. Making it pass over their heads instead.
Daesha calmed down a bit and explained to her Master, "I had a vision the other night. A long and vivid dream… I saw glimpses of the future. Maybe, just memories hidden in Asmodeus' mind. But he warned me-"
"Oh yeah! I remember now." He nodded and told her with a serious expression, "You don't wanna fucking know the future. Trust me. It'll just piss you off and make you sad. Both are not great for the whole Jedi thing."
"The only prophecies that come true are the self-fulfilling kind." Kikha sighed, "Trust in the Force. Don't be deceived by your fear and anxiety. We will overcome this challenge. When we return to Coruscant, we can let the Council worry about such things. It's far above our capabilities or understanding to deal with the return of the Sith."
"I see… Sorry, Master."
"You two are so cute." Asmodeus smirked and used his magnetic boots to walk over towards the edge of the broken wing, "So how the fuck do we 'fix' this shit?"
Looking down, the three of them could see that very little of the actual wing still remained. There were only a few wires and pieces of metal jutting out, even a few leaky plastic pipes and sparking circuitry. Nothing was 'on fire' though, at least on the outside. With the Force, they could also see the inside, but so could the diagnostic systems.
"These kinds of problems are the reason that most people like to keep a few Droids around." Daesha smiled wryly and looked up at the debris floating around them, which included quite a few seemingly fully functional Droids. They were all shut-off or out of power though.
"That's a great idea! Let's just grab a bunch of Droids and have them fix the ship for us!"
"That's… Overly optimistic, Deus." The Jedi Knight reached out and pulled down a B-1 Battle Droid. It was tan, with skinny limbs, a bulky chest and a somewhat long head. Almost as if they had a smooth featureless snout or trunk. The design was fairly simple and they could be folded up or unfolded easily.
"These particular Droids are cheaply made and only programmed for the most rudimentary combat roles. They even require input from a central command system… They're not very useful in the current circumstances. And those… Other Battle Droids. They are far more dangerous. Even if they can function, I wouldn't dare to power them up in this situation. They might self-destruct or attack the ship."
"I guess that's true." Asmodeus shrugged, "Oh well! Let's get to work!"
Thus, he began his career as a mindless Force Drone.
"Help me move that, yes, thank you."
"Deus, I need help over here. Wait, be careful!"
"Look out! Phew… Thanks."
"Deus, can you go inside and bring out some tools?"
"Hey, we need to take a break, so can you stay out here and make sure nothing hits what we just finished fixing? Thanks."
He started to regret bragging about his endurance earlier…
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