Star Wars [R-18]

"By the way, how much does a ship like this cost? Are you guys gonna go into debt because of this shit?"

"We don't 'own' ships. The Jedi Order receives funding from the Republic. There are people in the finance department who handle such mundane tasks."

As Daesha fiddled with a circuit board using a high-tech soldering iron, wearing a somewhat simple protective face shield, she casually explained: "It might sound silly, but I think it makes sense. The Jedi shouldn't have to worry about 'belongings' or money. The more we care about such things, the easier it is to fall into darker emotions… And deeds."

"So what you're saying is that no matter what happens to the ship, you guys don't have to worry about it?"

"It's not like we crash starships on every random mission or trip away from the Temple…"

"Yeah… So how many times 'have' you guys left the Temple for missions?"

"Well… This was my first time." It was impossible for him to see her blush behind that mask, but he could still 'feel' her embarrassment pretty easily. Plus, her head tails were giving away her inner thoughts. He looked down those Lekku and couldn't help staring at her ass. She was wearing a yellow jumpsuit and brown leather jacket with some metal pauldrons. It was a relatively normal-looking outfit for a pilot or an engineer around the Galaxy. Asmodeus was wearing something similar, just without the visor to protect his face. He wasn't looking at the blinding light like an idiot though.

"What about Kikha?"

"She… Probably won't be able to leave Coruscant again until she becomes a Jedi Master."

"Aren't there only a handful of those?"

"It's… More like twenty handfuls." Daesha couldn't help giggling a bit, "Even if she doesn't become a Master, as long as she waits a few years, they should let her go out on missions again. There's always something that needs to be done and there are never enough Jedi to be everywhere at once."

"Makes sense." He nodded, still staring at her ass that fit tightly in that orange jumpsuit…

"Deus, about that dream." She stopped soldering for a moment and lifted her welding mask up. When she turned around, his golden eyes quickly met with her pretty green irises… She was stunned for a moment, then snapped out of it.

"Ummm, I've had time to think recently… Reflect upon my actions… I'm sorry for taking advantage of you like that. It was wrong and I would understand if you felt uncomfortable because of what I did to you… I was in a very 'dark' place."

"I mean, yeah, you did kinda mind-rape me outta nowhere." Asmodeus snickered and spread his hands as the girl pouted, "But you're lucky I'm a pretty horny bastard. I'm just gonna take a wild guess and say that Jedi aren't supposed to do that kinda shit."

"Of course we aren't supposed to invade other people's privacy and spy on their deepest thoughts or secrets…" She looked at his smirking face and sighed, "I would have apologized sooner, but I was too embarrassed to talk about it. And we were too busy."

Over the past few days, they were all far too stressed out and exhausted to do much of anything but emergency repairs on the ship or prevent their work from being ruined. Taking shifts to eat, sleep, meditate, et cetera. Only recently were they able to relax a bit more because the shields were up and running again. Deflecting the small and large objects away for the most part.

Compared to 'energy attacks', physical impacts seem to be less useful in destroying shields, otherwise why wouldn't everyone be using rail guns? Then again, it could also be due to the fact that physical weapons require a lot more space for ammunition. Even a lot of blasters tend to use gasses which can be expended, but generally they take up a lot less space than bullets. Overheating is the more serious issue most of the time.

"Well, I forgive you." Asmodeus snickered and leaned forward, kissing the startled girl lightly on her dark-purple lips. Using the Force to not accidentally bump his head into her metal mask that was sticking out awkwardly above her forehead.

"You…" Daesha licked her lips unconsciously and asked, "What… Where do we, go from here?"

"We can go wherever we want, right?" He leaned forward and placed his hands on her hips through the thick material of her jumpsuit. Unlike her hands that had protective brown gloves, his were free to reach around behind her back and make intimate close contact with those smooth, squishy long head tails.

"Mmmn~!" She couldn't help moaning as her legs trembled. Then she backed up into the workbench sticking out of the wall, not far from the bathroom door. Kikha was sleeping in the cockpit, so it was just the two of them alone…

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