As the ship got closer, it slowed down a lot. The YT-1300's cockpit didn't really have any windows facing 'down', but they had scanners. It wasn't hard to find the location where he buried the ship.
They landed a dozen meters away on some harder ground. The ramp on the right side lowered and the four 'people' walked outside onto the hot gray-ish brown and orange sands. More specifically, C-3PO shuffled forward and Eldra was riding on Asmodeus' shoulders. Although she took a sonic shower and put on some clothes like Shmi, her pussy was still 'kissing' and drooling on the back of his neck.
The blue cheeks weren't blushing, but her expression was a little awkward. At least she was courteous enough to hold his beautiful, long black hair out of the way and keep it from getting 'dirty'. Though he really didn't seem to care either way.
"Oh dear…"
"You do realize that burying a starship under a bunch of sand is terrible, right?"
"Master, the sand gets inside everywhere and… It's not good."
"I didn't 'bury' it on purpose, okay?" Asmodeus sighed as he stood on the edge of the pit. When they looked down, almost half the pit was completely filled with sand. It's been about a month and a half after all.
"Give me a second."
"For what?" Eldra asked as she felt his body shake and tremble, then she realized it wasn't him. It was the ground!
"You can't be serious!"
"Master, don't give yourself a Force hernia!" Shmi was also shocked, but mostly concerned. She knew how hard it was to move a small object like a cup or plate and she saw him throw a person from inside a ship, hundreds of meters away, but…
"Pft~! A Force hernia? Is that really a thing?" Asmodeus snickered and crouched down, kneeling on his left knee as the girl on his back almost fell forward into the pit. Fortunately she was a Jedi and had amazing balance.
"Gotta loosen it up a bit first! There!"
The sands separated to the sides in an elliptical shape and then the 14 meter long shuttle was revealed! He kept the sands 'open' with his left hand and reached out to yoink the ship up into the air with the other!
"Incredible!" C-3PO shouted in surprise.
"Amazing!" Kaitis couldn't help thinking about the heavy Muntuur Stones used for meditation practice in the Temple, each one weighing 5 metric tonnes. She remembered Master Yoda only lifting 5… Well, he also didn't struggle much and it was harder to lift multiple objects than a singular one. But still! He wasn't just lifting the ship alone!
"Is this the power of the Dark Side?"
"Dark Side? I'm not even angry." Asmodeus rolled his eyes and stood up. Allowing the sands to slosh back down a bit. Then he reached out with both hands to move the ship over to the side of the pit nearby. Lowering it gently onto the harder ground.
"It's not as heavy as it looks. The inside is mostly hollow. You should be able to do this shit too if you weren't so fucked up."
"I'm not a Master of Telekinesis!" Eldra retorted while wrapping her arm up in his hair and using it like a 'rein' of sorts, "I mostly focused on Lightsaber Combat! But I used Form-4…"
"Form-4 means nothing to me. You have to be more descriptive. I only know about Form-1 so far, because that's what Dae and Kikha use."
"Form-4 is the Way of the Hawk-Bat, or Aggression Form…" Eldra grit her teeth and then sighed dramatically, "It uses a lot of acrobatics, fast strikes, leaping… I'll probably have to change to a more steady Form in the future."
"Why? Just get some robot legs or whatever." Asmodeus looked over at the shuffling droid next to him.
"What a fantastic idea! Master, perhaps you could enhance my own legs as well? Master Skywalker didn't have much to work with at the time…"
It is true that poor C-3PO couldn't get decent legs from his master who was a literal slave boy at the time, but it was somewhat strange that he could afford to have a shiny gold plating, yet his motor functions were weaker than a disposable B-1 Battle Droid… Protocol Droids aren't cheap. For a moment, Asmodeus couldn't help remembering the Protocol/Assassin Droid of the HK Series and started to wonder if maybe there were some intentional 'restrictions' created thousands of years ago that still carried over until today.
"Master, I might not be a real cyberneticist, so I couldn't 'install' the cybernetics properly, but it wouldn't be a problem to build some robotic legs. So long as I have the parts." Shmi smiled wryly in reminiscence, "You don't think Ani really just learned everything from the Force, do you?"
"Fine by me."
"Marvelous!"
"It's not the same…" Eldra grumbled, "Even if I had better, stronger cybernetic legs, they would never be able to connect me to the Force the same way as before."
Asmodeus snickered, "Then just clone some new legs."
"No. This… This is a reminder. A reminder to never let my guard down again. Never become arrogant or complacent."
"Master, I can build you a harness to carry her around on your back more easily." Shmi looked up at that blue ass that was revealed under the brown tunic when the wind blew, "Or your front, for easier access."
"Frak off!" Eldra retorted angrily, "I'm a Jedi, not a frak-toy or useless schutta!"
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