"I hate welding. It always dries my tendrils out."
"I thought you weren't allowed to hate shit? Heheh~!"
"I apologize. I 'greatly dislike' being dry."
"Stop, you're turning me on… I don't wanna have a boner in this damn space suit."
"Control your emotions, Deus. Don't allow them to control you."
"Fuck me."
"Now isn't the best time."
Ten minutes later, they were still cutting. Daesha was too tired to participate in the 'flirting' between her Master and… Friend. She closed her eyes and meditated on her knees, while facing away from the door. Asmodeus was slowly moving her lightsaber with one hand and his own with the other. While Kikha only used her own. Those fourteen blue tentacles completely covered her big, black, sensitive eyes, but even still, she had to turn her face away to avoid getting 'dried'.
"Maybe we should have just put the three lightsabers together and cut outwards from the center?"
"That would have been helpful to suggest ten minutes ago." Asmodeus snickered as he placed his palm on the center of the incredibly thick metal 'plug', "Are you guys ready?"
"Yes." Daesha stood up from her meditation and opened her eyes. Reaching out, her lightsaber flew into her palm. She also held a blaster in her left hand. Ready for anything.
"Give me a moment." With the blades no longer welding, Kikha removed her slightly dry and sticky tentacles from her face, blinking those big black eyes a few times. Although her vision was a little blurry, it was still fine.
"Go."
"Roger-roger~!"
*Boom!* With one push, a huge half-circle was blasted out of the door. It basically went all the way down to the floor and as high as 2 meters. The blast door still reached up another 2 meters though, so it looked somewhat small compared to the size of the giant door.
"Don't kill me! I surrender! I surrender! Aaah~!"
The moment they entered the room, they heard a shrill cry. There was an old, wrinkly and obese Neimoidian man who got on his knees and raised his chubby long fingers towards the ceiling. The dozens of heavily armed droids looked around, then shrugged and lowered their weapons. Even the Droidekas deactivated their shields and put down their weapons. Of course, even though all the droids stood down and their master was begging for mercy, they didn't actually put down their weapons or deactivate themselves. Similarly those three lightsabers and blasters were only lowered, the three 'intruders' didn't let their guards down at all.
"Master Jedi, please, don't kill me! I didn't do anything! I just, I just thought you were pirates or salvagers!"
The man wore a silky red robe over his bulbous form, with a giant pope-like hat on his head. The two biggest features of Neimoidians in terms of appearance were their big solid red eyes and the lack of a nose, giving them a somewhat 'flat' and inhuman face. However, it was a little hard to tell because of how fat this particular old man was… They also lacked visible ears.
"Did you hear our conversation with that HK Droid?" Asmodeus turned off his lightsaber and put away the blaster, then took a few steps closer to the nervous man. Those glowing yellow eyes seemed to pierce through the old man's soul! He couldn't help but see another pair of fearsome yellow eyes on a red and black face…
"Maul?! Are you, are you Maul?! Were you sent by… I see… It makes sense now. Hahah~! So he has more Jedi working for him than-"
*Pew~!* His head suddenly disappeared! More specifically, it was vaporized by one of his own battle droids from behind!
"Oh for fuck's sake! Hahaha~! I don't care anymore!" Before the other droids could lift their weapons, Asmodeus' space suit burst open! The naked boy floated in mid-air and horrifying arcs of purple lightning sprayed all over everything!
"Deus, no!" Daesha shouted anxiously as she watched that 'amazing' scene.
"Don't worry! I'm fine!" He snickered as he floated down a bit, not touching the molten metal or smoldering corpse on the ground. Then he turned around to see the two women glaring at him again.
"What?"
"The Central Command Console! The entire reason we're here!" Daesha pointed towards the area near the 'windows' where there were several sparking consoles that were either on fire or a bit blackened. Even the captain's chair was severely damaged.
"I'm sure it's probably fine." Asmodeus smiled wryly and scratched the back of his head, reaching out to grab the black hilt that was floating next to him.
"The situation isn't as bad as it looks." Kikha smiled as she walked over in her space suit, making clicking noises as her feet stepped on the metal ground. Daesha also calmed down pretty quickly, because she realized that this wasn't actually the main command bridge. The ship was enormous after all. There would definitely be backups upon backups, so even if there was a catastrophic failure, they could still find a working console somewhere.
"Is this… 'It'?"
Reaching down, the Jedi Knight felt a strange temptation. On the blubbery body was what looked like… An egg. It was beige with strange orangish-red 'veins' covering it. They pumped and pulsated. She tried to pick it up, but those long tendrils dug deep into the fresh corpse, rapidly draining it of moisture. Not only that, within a few seconds, even the bones were turned to ashes!
'Power!' She heard a seductive masculine voice whispering into her ear.
"Kikha!" Asmodeus shouted as he smacked the evil-looking thing out of her hand with the arm of a droid! As it flew across the metal floor and hit the wall, there was no obvious damage, but the three of them could feel a terrifying 'darkness' pulsing out of it! He smacked her on the shoulder and looked down, realizing that there were actually a few tiny holes in her glove already!
"Kikha, wake up!"
'Take it!' Kikha trembled, 'Take it! Take everything!'
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