"These are just droids?"
Daesha frowned as she floated up beside the 'cockpit' of a brown Vulture Starfighter. It was actually just a big teardrop-shaped piece of armor with two lines down the front that were reflective black. However, it could be separated and lifted up away from the disk, so the actual 'head' was only half of the teardrop shape that was visible. The rest was part of the body. Then there were four limbs, those long, pointed 'arms' had twin blaster cannons, 2 energy torpedo launchers and a buzz droid missile launcher.
"What I don't understand is why the Trade Federation has so many combat Droids on this ship? Is it really necessary? It's as if they're preparing for a war." Kikha looked around at the Hangar Bay, which was just one of many and frowned.
"Ain't that kinda obvious?" Asmodeus shrugged as he floated up into the middle of the gigantic open space, looking outside toward that sphere in the distance. There were no lights on in those many seemingly tiny windows, but he could still sense 'something' over there. He just wasn't sure what it was yet… It just felt extremely dangerous.
"The war is inevitable."
"What war? Against whom?" Kikha really couldn't figure it out with her limited understanding of the tense political situation across the Galaxy at the moment.
In fact, even the Jedi Council didn't want to believe it. Master Sifo-Dias saw the coming war and warned them, but their response was to kick him out. Not out of the Order, but out of the Council, though he died shortly afterwards through some tricks by Darth Tyranus, also known as Count Dooku.
"I remember…" Daesha looked up towards that figure floating high above them, "In one of my visions back then, I was a… A 'general'? We were fighting against Droids! I think… I think I saw these Droids!"
"General? Under what circumstances would a Jedi become a General? And why would we be fighting against the Trade Federation Droids?"
"I don't know." The Padawan shook her head and floated down, looking over at those rows of Vulture Droids. She couldn't help feeling a little scared. Not for herself in the moment, but for the future of the Galaxy.
"Are you asking me for spoilers? Or did you guys wanna find out for yourselves?" Asmodeus had a smug expression while looking down at the two beautiful women in bulky space suits. Then he saw those starfighters and said, "We should probably get the fuck outta here first, okay? These things might just be faking it. I don't wanna find out whether a lightsaber can deflect their guns or not."
"Deus is right. These Droids are incredibly dangerous to us… And to the Republic. We need to hurry back to the Temple and warn the Council." Even though she didn't ask him for 'spoilers', Kikha already had her suspicions. However, if they could find evidence within the command mainframe of this capital ship, then this little excursion would have a far greater significance than just helping her Padawan and rescuing a Force Sensitive boy.
They actually didn't run into any other Mynocks as they traveled through the halls. Not that they didn't exist, but that they just weren't on the same level of the ship. The ring was somewhat cylindrical, with hangar bays only on the central-most areas. Yet there was a huge amount of space above and below, with many decks for storage of trade goods, munitions, et cetera. When they reached the bulkiest part of the ship, they finally saw more Mynocks. Because that's where the main power supply, hyperdrives and engines would be located.
"Do you see those antennae?" Kikha looked down at the control panel that showed some system diagnostics, then up at the huge gaping hole in the side of the ship where an asteroid had ripped through. Outside, they could see the broken and bent signal towers, dishes and other important instruments.
"That's the reason why these Droids are all inactive. Fortunately for us. Otherwise…"
"Yep, we're fucking lucky as hell, hahaha~!" Asmodeus was still in a pretty good mood as he reached out and Force Swatted a few small Mynocks that tried to eat him. They were barely a meter long and basically just 'kids', so he didn't hurt them too badly compared to the giant adults. Some of which were over 2 meters long, with a wingspan that was just as far. How did they 'fly' with wings in space? That's a mystery he didn't care enough to solve.
"Master, we should hurry up." Daesha swung her lightsaber and sliced off another tail, while pushing away the rest of its body. However, those wings flapped and just kept coming back to pester them.
"Why are they so aggressive?! Don't they have enough food already?!"
"Maybe Force Users taste better than starships?" Asmodeus shrugged and shot a few more times with his blaster before it suddenly stopped working, "What the hell? Am I outta ammo? Seriously?"
"Why are you surprised?! I'm more amazed that you managed to last this long with the way you've been wasting it!"
"Okay, I'm done. Let's go!" A big, heavy-duty door opened slowly and the three of them rushed inside, chased by a handful of Mynocks, while the others were just loitering around. Then the doors closed behind them and sealed tight. Of course, the three of them sliced the poor Mynocks to pieces pretty quickly and easily. Even Kikha didn't bother wasting her time trying to 'soothe' them anymore. It just wasn't worth the effort.
The dark corridor was lit by bright red, blue and green lights. They didn't turn off their lightsabers to save power, because a split-second was all it took to end a life. Asmodeus in particular kept feeling like he was on the brink of death every few minutes. Nothing actually happened though.
'There's definitely something here.' He 'whispered' to them through the Force, rather than their comms.
'I can feel it as well.'
Those blue tentacles wiggled as Kikha conveyed her thoughts, but unfortunately, Daesha couldn't speak her mind. At most, she just made some hand and Lekku gestures, while conveying her 'feelings'.
There were a lot of 'droids' throughout the ship. These weren't battle droids, but just random droids of various shapes and sizes that performed maintenance, repairs or other important tasks. They could look like balls, boxes, even somewhat humanoid figures.
One of them in particular had small rectangular red eyes that lit up in the darkness. A worn out gray Durasteel body. With a wide torso and shoulders, long but skinny arms, and a 'bony' almost skeletal waist. The pelvis was triangular and simple, while the legs were much thicker and more 'armored' looking than the arms. The face had both eyes at an angle and off to the sides, with a more protruding curved piece of metal from the back of the head, across the rounded forehead and down to the flat 'mouth'. The mouth was just a speaker, almost in the shape of a 2d flask, with white and black vertical lines across it.
"Is that a protocol droid? It's actually powered on." Daesha looked at the tall figure curiously, but still had her lightsaber ready.
"Yeah, that's not a protocol droid." Asmodeus recognized the general shape and appearance, though it was a bit different from what he remembered. He held the lightsaber in front of him and looked around in the dark hallway for other potential dangers, because the droid didn't actually have any weapons.
"Mockery: A Twi'lek, a Nautolan and a Sith walk into a bar." The masculine voice entered their ears through the comms in their helmets, "The Bartender Droid asks, 'What do you want, Meatbags?' The Twi'lek performs an organic mating ritual. The Nautolan replies, 'Water'. The Sith replies, 'Everything.' The bar explodes."
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