A/N- Big mistake. I posted Chapter 39 as 38. I've updated Chapter 38 so please do read it again.
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Twi'leks are from a desert planet called Ryloth, which is even farther towards the edge of the Galaxy than Tatooine. The Sith Homeworld of Korriban is somewhat similar, just in a different part of the Outer Ring. On the other hand, Nautolans are from the ocean planet Glee Anselm.
It wasn't too hard to understand why Daesha and Asmodeus were totally fine without much water for long periods of time, while Kikha was struggling to survive, even though they hadn't actually run out of supplies yet. Unfortunately, this meant that the Jedi Knight was almost completely out of commission within a week.
Kikha spent most of her time meditating or sleeping in order to conserve her strength. Unable to help Daesha deal with the repairs. Asmodeus was also mainly responsible for 'moving' the ship slowly through space. He sat cross-legged in the middle of the Jedi Meditation Circle and reached out with his mind. Their goal was that huge Trade Federation Ship. But it was incredibly far away.
Occasionally Daesha would put on a space suit and go out to collect some parts, since Asmodeus had no idea what anything did in the first place. It was a waste of time and effort to assign him such a complicated task.
The size of a Trade Federation Battleship is about three kilometers in diameter. It consisted of a partially broken ring, with the hole at the front, and a big sphere near the center. A long, cylindrical 'neck' connected the bulkiest section of the ring to the central control ball in the middle.
"It's a shame it's so fucked up. A ship that size would definitely be able to carry Sarry around."
"If the vessel wasn't so damaged, they would never simply leave it here. Eventually, scavengers will arrive… Or maybe the Trade Federation themselves will come to salvage the wreck?"
Daesha sighed and knelt down behind him in her oil-stained Jedi Robes. Staring at his muscular crimson back, she couldn't help but reach out to have a feel. Her purple hands were dirty, but neither of them really cared at this point.
"I got the comms working. But… There's some kind of signal jammer, maybe more than one."
"That's not surprising. It'd be too easy if we could just call for help, right? Heh~!"
Purple arcs rippled across his arms as he breathed out calmly. The whole ship shook and trembled as it was pulled or pushed forward. The shaking was familiar to everyone by now though.
"Are you… Angry?" Daesha frowned as she felt that familiar emotion, "You might not be a Jedi, but you still shouldn't give in to the Dark Side."
"The Dark Side has its benefits." He reached forward with both hands and slowly opened those glowing golden eyes, "Don't copy me though. This Universe is fucked up enough as it is… I don't wanna see my wife turning into an emo crackhead psycho-"
"We're not… I'm not your wife!" Daesha retorted, "We're just friends. Don't make things more complicated than they already are!"
"Jedi aren't supposed to have attachments or possessions, but in 'my' religion, attachments are everything. They're the most important thing. Love is even more important than life." He smirked, feeling those soft, oily hands still caressing his back. It was a little itchy and gross, but he still felt the power coursing through that touch. He felt dozens of soft, squishy tendrils wrapping his body and soul.
"The Jedi can still 'love', but… It's different." She frowned because the darkness radiating from that crimson body was so palpable, so… Tempting. Daesha knew that as long as she 'gave in', she would also become more powerful. Much stronger than her weak, dying master… Then she felt fear, pulling her hand away and backing up onto her ass.
"This power is too dangerous. Deus, we still have time. You don't have to do this!"
"Yeah, 'we' have plenty of fucking time! But Kikha doesn't!" The air got thicker and the lights flickered. Arcs of purple lightning whipped around in the air, but refused to leave too far away from his body as the boy floated cross-legged.
"E chu ta! You're going to kill us all right now!"
Daesha jumped up and reached out, struggling to keep that lightning under control! Even with all that noise and chaos, Kikha still hadn't opened the cockpit door… She didn't even wake up.
"I trust you! Hahaha~! And I trust the fucking Force! No matter what, I've always been pretty lucky! Come on! Almost there! Almost-Oh wait, oh shit! Hey! Slow down! Fuuuck~!"
*Booom~! Rumble~!* The shields almost failed and the whole ship creaked loudly. His head smacked into the metal ceiling and then he slid 'down', as a bunch of glasses rattled or broke in the refrigerator and cabinets. Fortunately they were all empty by now.
"What happened?!" Daesha was able to prevent herself from face planting onto the ground or smacking into any of the walls, but she couldn't 'see' outside. It wasn't until the two of them opened the metal cockpit door that they were able to see past the dried-up naked squid-girl on the window, who was staring at them listlessly.
"We're here! Hahaha! We made it! We're gonna survive!"
Asmodeus ran inside and peeled the ridiculously light, slightly sticky woman off the window, holding her gently in his muscular arms. Daesha quickly sat down at the controls and checked to make sure nothing was seriously damaged.
"Thank the Force! The shields are still barely intact!" Then she looked up and asked, "Is this… Are we 'inside'?"
The Lucrehulk-class Battleship was so massive that thousands of fighters and hundreds of thousands of Battle Droids could be housed. It had a cargo capacity of 5 million tons, but usually there was only a crew of about 150 to 350 actual living people on board. Of course, if they were lucky, some of that 'cargo' would include food, water or other crucial supplies.
Asmodeus hugged the cold, trembling Nautolan girl against his chest and smiled, "Yep, we came inside!"
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